Orph wrote: ↑
Mon Jun 11, 2018 10:32 pm
Azra kind of felt like ere might be some reluctance with her desire to join. It was looking to take advantage she imagined, an insult to opportunity. But what else was the ghost to do? Was an eighteen year old with a desire to rebel against all disorder someone really meant to lead people? Was a wraith with no money or home really going to give a home to every refugee like herself? While she didn't want to hand her issues off on someone else she also had to be realistic about her options here. A hovering car comes to the window as the panel opens and a light breeze kicks in. Should be more intimidating she kind of thinks to herself, but she isn't all that bothered to it. She could descend like a feather she needn't worry she had concluded.
The trip was silent Alezra not wanting to be a bother just tried to take in the sites. It was of course beautiful and peaceful filled with tranquility and a rather relaxed comfortable nature. It seemed perfect and in that perfection it felt unreal, and undeserved. Instant rehabilitation, the cure without a cost but that didn't seem real. Nobody here deserved to suffer or be stripped of what they had. Somewhere in the young adult a fugitive of the law however was someone who couldn't helped but conspire. To theorize that everything beautiful before her was built on something hidden but ghastly in composition.
Twenty people gathered all dressed in uniform and a nervous bite to her lip came to be. It made her think of her internment, locked up behind thick walls and crying to go home. Waiting to be told to step in line and be like everyone else. First they tell you what to wear, then it's wear to go, then it's how to be, and then it's everything else. The sin of individuality. A wave is returned she is pleased to meet them, but there is also a rising desire to be anywhere else. Here comes the speech.
Prove they're worthy? Everyone has a worth to them though she felt, some slipped from use, plaguing others and thus something to fight. Alezra did feel though most people didn't need to prove much of anything to others beyond a general will to live. There were laws of course and things like citizenship but what she encountered here seemed more extra and demanding.Worthy of the experiment to. Not of another chance not of calling this place home, this was a test for a project seeing if the ants deserved a spot in the ant farm. It's not for those who put themselves first, but most people did. Most even likely having come here to try and look out for themselves and what was there's. It was easy to do all you could for family, not so much for ones neighbors. She found herself pondering if she was with allies or martyrs. A uniform is handed her way and eyes look at it with disgust.
"I can't. I'd be willing to wear a patch over my heart or a collar that should it be impacted signifies I died if I have to. I can't just bail out cause I got hurt however. I'll shed as much blood as I need to for them. I've no desire to have left the prison uniform of extremists just to slip on another uniform though."
She didn't head for the exit either though, she was more than willing to go into some survival game. There was just a willingness to bleed more and resistance to just stepping into line.