The Cloudy City: The Revolution (IC)

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  1. The Cloudy City : The Revolution

    The Cloudy City is set in a futuristic city build 8000 metres above ground after WWIII occurred. It was build and run by two organisations with funding of the government of many first world countries for people to live, since 70% of the Earth is inhabitable for humans to live. The thing is, not everyone is able to live there, only the rich can afford to do so. Also, due to organisations being run by rich, homophobic, racist, transphobic, ableist and classist people, the city is full of homophobia, transphobia, racism, classism and what not. Although city is like that, there is still a minority of people in those categories who still live there but in secret. Until a group of teenagers of all genders, race and class come together and start a rebellion that'll change the city's history.ophobic, racist, transphobic, ableist and classist people, the city is full of homophobia, transphobia, racism, classism and what not. Although city is like that, there is still a minority of people in those categories who still live there but in secret. Until a group of teenagers of all genders, race and class

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  2. It was sometime between when he should have gone home and when he should already be in bed. It was summer in the pale light and winter in the dark shade, and everywhere there seemed to dance shadows of strangers not there. The being, who at the time was doing a little less than being, slept in a very peculiar place in a very peculiar location.

    They didn't have a watch, or a phone, or anyway to tell the time, so lets just assume it was either late in the evening or early in the morning, or sometime between. It was either early, late, sometime between or none of it at all, and the being on the bench felt their back crack entirely as they sat up from their laying down position. They weren't sure how long they had been laying down, but again, it was between, before, or not at all. They took a minuet to look at their location, and they imminently wished they were back at their home.

    They rubbed their eyes to the morning and/or late light. They stretched, groaning as they felt more vertebrae pop and creak. As they sat up and planted a hand on the side of the bench for stability, they looked out into nothing quite outstanding. They were sure that once they got home, they'd get a lashing like no one else. But it was what they did deserve. They did something bad, and they got punished for it. They made bad choices, so they would get reprimanded because of it.

    They got to their feet, stuffed their hands into their pocket, and meandered aimlessly towards what they liked to think was right to a little bit of a degree to where it could have been left.
     
  3. It was the the crack of dawn on a typical Monday morning for the Cloudy City. Drew was making their way to the slums to help out the people of lower class. They go out to the slums every Monday morning before going back to work to help out with anything, giving food or other supplies, helping people with injuries or sickness, fixing things and even hanging out with the people in the slums. Drew was the only one who does this, no one in the upper class give two shits about them, they only cared about their own well beings. Although, Drew knew how hard it is to live in the slums and be lower class. They are lucky enough to able end up with a stable income and home since now they're a mechanic, fixing the rich people's cars and vehicles for a massive price which a lot of it goes to the lower class.

    After twenty minuets or so, Drew arrived at the slums. They could see people just starting to wake up, looking for food and what not. Drew decided to make their way to the park to start helping out.
     
  4. Nadia woke up to the sound of Ae-Cha's rattling cough. That had been her usual alarm clock lately, and she was starting to get worried. Ae-Cha always told her not to mind, but she really really did. It honestly sounded like the old woman was going to cough up her own lungs at any moment and Nadia didn't think she'd be able to bare it, if that happened. She loved Ae-Cha, because the woman had saved her and taught her how to survive in this hellish city. She told her the ins and outs and how to pick pocket and who to watch out for, and she was gone...

    Nadia didn't want to think about that. She had shit to do today. They roof of their house was leaking and she needed to find the better wood boards to fix it. Of course that meant heading towards the park and hoping no one noticed her ripping the planks off of the benches...But if anyone did notice her, she would just punch them in the mouth. The slums of the Cloudy City was a dog eat dog world and everything was up for grabs. She dared anyone to intrude on her goals.

    "Be back later." Nadia murmured as she exited the house. Ae-Cha had barely been able to wave at her and another wave of coughing fits came on.

    It didn't take her long to reach the park, and when she arrived she surveyed the area with narrowed eyes before heading towards one of the park benches. The wood was already splintering a bit, so it would be easier to remove. She wasn't able to bring any tools with her because when people in the slums saw something shiny, they went for it hard and viciously, even if it was something as stupid as a hammer. So Nadia, grabbed the biggest rock she saw and slammed it down on the edge of one of the bench slats. The slat wiggled a bit and Nadia smiled contentedly to herself. Looks like this wouldn't take so long after all!
     
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