the testing struggle is real

Discussion in 'THE TEST CHAMBERS' started by Celest, Oct 3, 2016.

  1. The year is 2089. Earth, as everyone knew it, is no longer. Dust covers the planet; the plants have been scorched. But, to combat the harsh sahara-like environment, green cities have popped up among the desert landscape. These cities were established in order to help humans survive, help them advance their society.

    Each city is its own self-sustaining biome. Well, self-sustaining now. It took centuries for these green cities to become what they are. Currently, they are sprawling metropolises built over manmade forests. These forests had to be genetically modified, of course. Normal trees wouldn’t survive in the new warmer, harsher environment. An environment that came to be because human’s destroyed the atmosphere, allowing the heat from the sun to radiate fiercer than it ever had before. The cities themselves are pristine, a paradise even.

    In order for these cities to function, different foundations needed to be formed. Each foundation has a specific job with people hired for their talent in each vocation. The Agricultural Foundation was there to keep the forest thriving, figure out if old Earth could ever make a comeback. They helped with the Green House Domes that grew fruits and produce. There was the Architectural Foundation that was responsible to keep the buildings repaired, and keeping the air rails running smoothly. These were just a few examples of the foundations that sprung up.

    Laying around the outskirts of the lush green is a sparse, dry environment. This new scenery did lend many great discoveries and advancements in technology. Plants that once covered great temples now showed their hidden treasure. Water dried up from the soil only leaving dust and sand that would get cleared away by great sand storms. Nature revealed hidden temples. Temples left by a civilization prior. A civilization that had boundless success in technology. Technology that captured the energy in the world to make it run. This desert held the key to advancing technology. So far, the bits of technology and temples they already found had help these cities becoming the sprawling spots of culture that they are.

    Little is known about this ancient technology. Only a handful of archaeologists, researchers, and scientists have been able to crack the language and complicated systems of these temples. There is still much to learn and many more uses to be found for this ancient tech.

    This is where Piper comes in. Since the discovery of these ancient ruins, she has dedicated her life to cracking every code they have to offer. She, and her partner in crime, have made many breakthroughs with this ancient tech. They’ve learned that it draws energy from a dimension that is not their own. How? That is still a question looking to be solved. Piper even theorizes that they could create a pseudo-atmosphere and regrow the Earth to its former glory! Already, she is on the forefront of creating artificial weather that mimics the weather of Old Earth. With the help of her “Mother Nature 2.0”, as Piper likes to call it, weather should soon be normalized, promoting a healthier environment for natural plant growth.

    Piper, her friend, and the team they’re on has been honored by the government, commended for their intelligence and encouraged to continue. The team is expected to further unlock the secrets of the ancients, get the rest of the technology working, and find ways to once again bring Earth back to the way it used to be… but no pressure, right?

    “Nothing like sand in your nostrils and windburn to wake you up in the morning!” Shouts Piper over the motor of the Sandcrawler. Her work boots up on the dash, hands clasped behind her bobbed brown hair that was tied back into two small pigtails. “Today is the day for a great discovery. I feel it!” Then she went silent, closing her amber eyes behind clear goggles for just a moment before they arrived at the freshly discovered temple.

    It was hard for her to contain her excitement, though. A new temple! There were new things to find out. Maybe something to help unlock other devices they couldn’t start or new ones all together. Or, there could be more of hint on how to unlock more untapped energy. Or even bigger find would be to find exactly who, and what, this ancient civilization was. There were so many questions to be answered!

    The Sandcrawler pulled up in front of the temple and Piper jumped out, her weight making her boots sink into the loose sand. Picking up her feet, she stomped her way to the other side of the vehicle, eyeing the new temple as she did. It was a wonder that so much sand could have covered this temple. It was huge! The first order of business would be clearing sand from the entrance and inside, a task she feared would take longer than today.

    Whipping her bright pink bandana from the pocket of her tan shorts, she wrapped it around her head and knotted it at the base of her neck.

    “Glad I wore all brown today,” Piper said matter-of-factly, hoisting a shovel over her shoulder. “Or else my bandana would just look silly.” A playful grin spread over her face as she glanced around at her team then turned to trudge towards the partially exposed entrance. “This is going to be a good day!” She shouted back over her shoulder.
     

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    Jennie strolled through the crowd. With her identity hidden, she hadn’t a care in the world. She watched people dance, mingle, flirt. There were some very lewd conversations she heard, conversations that wouldn’t be had if masks weren’t hiding faces. Eventually, she settled along the wall, making herself a wallflower for the time being. Which she was completely content with being.

    Her young, fanciful mind worked up a vivid romance in her head. And it all started with her being a wallflower. A wallflower sitting along amongst a crowd of ivy. No one paying this beautiful flower any attention. Until… her petals caught the interest of a passing prince! He stopped and pulled her from the ivy. Swung her around the dancefloor as if their feet weren’t even touching the ground.

    But life wasn’t a fairytale with prince and princess. A handsome well-to-do man wouldn’t waltz by and sweep Jennie of her feet. They wouldn’t have a whirlwind romance. This thought suddenly made Jennie very ill content just standing in the background. Just as she was about to move… a voice stopped her. A voice that calmed her to the core, that made her desire to hear more.

    “It would not be a masquerade if you knew my name,” she said softly, politely but teasingly. Dipping her head, she did a sweet curtsy. “And it is no bother, sir.” The hint of a smile flashed over her lips, eyes showing a twinkle of interest. “I would very much like to dance.”

    Her small white gloved hand slid into his. She noted how very small her hand was compared his. As they walked onto the dance floor, she felt as if all eyes were on them. Maybe it was because of the suit he wore. It clearly showed his wealth. All the young debutantes would have been looking to attract the attention of a man exuding such riches. But, whatever the reason for their stares, Jennie felt as if she had achieved some sort of victory.

    She stepped closed to him, one hand still in his, the other hand on his shoulder and proceeded to follow along with the dance. While they twisted and turned around the floor, Jennie kept glancing at the masked faces. Even their masks weren’t hiding their jealousy.

    Soon, her focus returned to her mysterious dance partner. His mask seemed to be more of a nuisance now. Her curiosity was more than piqued, and she wanted to know what was concealed behind the mask. But, would her interest fade once she found out? It was a risk she wanted to take.

    "Let us make a little wager." Jennie licked her lips a bit, trapping her bottom lip between her top teeth for just a moment. "If you find yourself enjoying my company. You can sweep me aside and remove my mask. And then." She paused, her gaze meeting his. "I shall tell you my name."
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    #2 Celest, Oct 3, 2016
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  3. Jennie strolled through the crowd. With her identity hidden, she hadn’t a care in the world. She watched people dance, mingle, flirt. There were some very lewd conversations she heard, conversations that wouldn’t be had if masks weren’t hiding faces. Eventually, she settled along the wall, making herself a wallflower for the time being. Which she was completely content with being.

    Her young, fanciful mind worked up a vivid romance in her head. And it all started with her being a wallflower. A wallflower sitting along amongst a crowd of ivy. No one paying this beautiful flower any attention. Until… her petals caught the interest of a passing prince! He stopped and pulled her from the ivy. Swung her around the dancefloor as if their feet weren’t even touching the ground.

    But life wasn’t a fairytale with prince and princess. A handsome well-to-do man wouldn’t waltz by and sweep Jennie of her feet. They wouldn’t have a whirlwind romance. This thought suddenly made Jennie very ill content just standing in the background. Just as she was about to move… a voice stopped her. A voice that calmed her to the core, that made her desire to hear more.

    “It would not be a masquerade if you knew my name,” she said softly, politely but teasingly. Dipping her head, she did a sweet curtsy. “And it is no bother, sir.” The hint of a smile flashed over her lips, eyes showing a twinkle of interest. “I would very much like to dance.”

    Her small white gloved hand slid into his. She noted how very small her hand was compared his. As they walked onto the dance floor, she felt as if all eyes were on them. Maybe it was because of the suit he wore. It clearly showed his wealth. All the young debutantes would have been looking to attract the attention of a man exuding such riches. But, whatever the reason for their stares, Jennie felt as if she had achieved some sort of victory.

    She stepped closed to him, one hand still in his, the other hand on his shoulder and proceeded to follow along with the dance. While they twisted and turned around the floor, Jennie kept glancing at the masked faces. Even their masks weren’t hiding their jealousy.

    Soon, her focus returned to her mysterious dance partner. His mask seemed to be more of a nuisance now. Her curiosity was more than piqued, and she wanted to know what was concealed behind the mask. But, would her interest fade once she found out? It was a risk she wanted to take.

    "Let us make a little wager." Jennie licked her lips a bit, trapping her bottom lip between her top teeth for just a moment. "If you find yourself enjoying my company. You can sweep me aside and remove my mask. And then." She paused, her gaze meeting his. "I shall tell you my name."



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    #3 Celest, Oct 4, 2016
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  4. He came after her! Maybe, this would be the whirlwind romance she wanted after all. This could be the night that proved to her that fairy-tales could come true. Now that he was here, what was she going to do with him? That was the question currently spinning through her head. Jennie had successfully lured him, got his attention, but she was now faltering.

    "Just your interest," she said, matching his tone and stepping closer to him. Her petite gloved hand reached out and pressed softly to his chest, index finger running along the diamonds on his coat. "I wanted to see if you were up for the chase. And it seems as if you are."

    Continuing with the pattern of being bold and confident, Jennie put her hand from his chest to his cheek, brushing her thumb over the corner of his lips. She closed the gap between them, leaning slightly into his body.

    "But, I think you have more than proven your interest." Pushing up on her tiptoes, Jennie put her lips mere inches from his, catching his gaze before going any further.

    Everything in her was screaming not to do this. Her mother would murder her for not being lady like. A genteel lady wouldn't be luring a stranger into the dark.. alone. A genteel lady wouldn't be putting her hand upon an unknown gentleman's face. And, a genteel lady definitely would not be initiating a kiss.​

     
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    Some say that the most breathtaking of scenery is a town at night with its street lanterns flickering like stars, the moon’s light glittering off the cobbled walkways, and smoke swirling from chimneys like intricately designed galaxies. The people who say this have never experienced the utter majesty of being atop a mountain, surrounded by the embrace of darkness, and feeling to be the last alive. Those who claim the that the city is more awe-inspiring have not been sprawled out in a field under the openness of heaven with its twisting galaxies and landscapes painted with stars. Town dwellers have not lived.

    Elyas. Elyas has lived. He knows how overgrown fields caress his skin and understands the wonder of feeling to be the last man to walk Earth. The stone streets of a settlement have nothing on the soil under his feet. Buildings that are jammed onto paper size lots do not compare to the freedom felt of walking where there are no walls. People who prefer the company of others and the stimulation of chatter will never understand the feeling of listening to the wind’s secrets. They won’t know how to decipher the snap of a twig brought along by the breeze or the nasally sound of a deer’s grunt - but Elyas understands.

    He has foregone the company of others for a few years now only venturing into town to gather supplied occasionally. The idle small talk of village life never attracted him. Having buildings looming over him only made him feel suffocated. All the sounds that a town brought hurt his ears. The constant yelling of people, screaming of children, banging on anvils, and grinding of wagon wheels against stone; it was all an unbearable cacophony that only pushed him to hole up in his little house with his wife. But staying in the house was never her preference. She was a personable, wonderful creature with the warmest heart. Never once did she turn away a begging orphan or even a starving animal in the streets. Elyas was certain that she made him better, made him be who he was meant to be. He wondered on a regular basis how he ever won the affection of such a tender angel.

    But that life was gone now. With a clearing of his throat, he put the picture of her painted silhouette face down on his rough handmade nightstand. He swung his legs over his wooden cot and sat there for a moment, large hands gripped the frame. It was the start of another day in his paradise. This life fit him. Only enough things for one person – him. A cot, a table with a single chair, a basin just for him off in the corner, and a single trunk with the only clothes he needed. Elyas stood and stretched, rubbing his hands over his broad chest before reaching them towards the ceiling of his little shack.

    He padded over to the counter, uncovering the bread he made and tearing off a piece before replacing the protective cloth. Next, he pulled out some venison from a wooden jar. This would be his breakfast. Quickly, he finished it before starting the process of getting dressed. He pulled on his leather boots, tucking his pants down into them. Elyas promptly donned the rest of his leather gear, attaching his knife and holster to a belt, followed by a fur pelt that he tied around his shoulders and upper arms. He flipped up the hood of the pelt, a bear head now resting atop his long matted red hair.

    Once completely dressed he pushed open the door and stomped out into the snow, sinking down a decent distance. His breath turning into a small puff of smoke. The slow falling snow adorned his beard, melting quickly from the heat of his body. For a moment, Elyas had to cover his green eyes from the sun glaring off the fresh white surface. Today was a day to look through all his traps. Hopefully, there was something in them. If not, he’d trek back to the shack and get the rest of his hunting gear. It’d probably be smart of him to bring his longbow with him, but he’d rather put faith in the fact that his traps will be filled. So, he set off, trudging his large frame through the snow, looking almost more like a bear than man.

    With peace in his heart, he walked through the skeleton of trees, their leaves now replaced with snow. It was beautiful yet intimidating. The forest, mountains, and rivers never ceased to remind him how small he was in the world. Barely anything was in his control and somehow he was okay with this. All the control he needed was over himself and the small world he built for himself in his shack. The world could go on without him; history could forget him. The only company he needed was himself, his thoughts, and mother nature.
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    #7 Celest, Oct 17, 2016
    Last edited: Oct 17, 2016

  8. Jennie strolled through the crowd. With her identity hidden, she hadn’t a care in the world. She watched people dance, mingle, flirt. There were some very lewd conversations she heard, conversations that wouldn’t be had if masks weren’t hiding faces. Eventually, she settled along the wall, making herself a wallflower for the time being. Which she was completely content with being.

    Her young, fanciful mind worked up a vivid romance in her head. And it all started with her being a wallflower. A wallflower sitting along amongst a crowd of ivy. No one paying this beautiful flower any attention. Until… her petals caught the interest of a passing prince! He stopped and pulled her from the ivy. Swung her around the dancefloor as if their feet weren’t even touching the ground.

    But life wasn’t a fairytale with prince and princess. A handsome well-to-do man wouldn’t waltz by and sweep Jennie of her feet. They wouldn’t have a whirlwind romance. This thought suddenly made Jennie very ill content just standing in the background. Just as she was about to move… a voice stopped her. A voice that calmed her to the core, that made her desire to hear more.

    “It would not be a masquerade if you knew my name,” she said softly, politely but teasingly. Dipping her head, she did a sweet curtsy. “And it is no bother, sir.” The hint of a smile flashed over her lips, eyes showing a twinkle of interest. “I would very much like to dance.”

    Her small white gloved hand slid into his. She noted how very small her hand was compared his. As they walked onto the dance floor, she felt as if all eyes were on them. Maybe it was because of the suit he wore. It clearly showed his wealth. All the young debutantes would have been looking to attract the attention of a man exuding such riches. But, whatever the reason for their stares, Jennie felt as if she had achieved some sort of victory.

    She stepped closed to him, one hand still in his, the other hand on his shoulder and proceeded to follow along with the dance. While they twisted and turned around the floor, Jennie kept glancing at the masked faces. Even their masks weren’t hiding their jealousy.

    Soon, her focus returned to her mysterious dance partner. His mask seemed to be more of a nuisance now. Her curiosity was more than piqued, and she wanted to know what was concealed behind the mask. But, would her interest fade once she found out? It was a risk she wanted to take.

    "Let us make a little wager." Jennie licked her lips a bit, trapping her bottom lip between her top teeth for just a moment. "If you find yourself enjoying my company. You can sweep me aside and remove my mask. And then." She paused, her gaze meeting his. "I shall tell you my name."


     
    #8 Celest, Oct 30, 2016
    Last edited: Nov 28, 2016 at 10:21 PM