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- Apr 9, 2016
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[[ heyo! this a thread where you can just jump in and start roleplaying, but only the first person who replies gets to stay. however, if someone's already replied and you'd like to do this thread with me, please, feel free to message me! your character will be the sector leader of sector 45, and he's bringing back cyra some ice cream. i pretty much just got this idea from a prompt on tumblr and wanted to write about it. this might be a short thread but we can totally make it lengthier if you'd like. message me if you have any questions! ]]
the sharp longing in her soul always got worse at night, when the moon was out and all she wanted to do was go out, blend into the people, get lost in the dizzying rush of bodies. she wanted to not be alone for once in her life. she had spent her whole life locked up because everyone who was anyone had agreed that she was a danger to herself and to others. she knew they had had their reasons: her skin was deadly. if anyone touched it, they died within mere moments and the swirl of power and life cyra got left her feeling helpless. she shouldn't want this, shouldn't want to hurt people. and she didn't, she just wanted… she wanted to be normal.
she had learned to control this ability, this gift, whatever it was, a while ago. she could now touch people without fear, but the thing was that she still shouldn't be sequestered in this room that she shared with the male who meant so much to her. he had been gone for around a week now, out doing business that only a sector leader could attend to, and she missed him. she missed his smile, the way his eyes lit up when he saw her, the way he walked, the way he spoke to her - soft, gentle, kind, encouraging - like he believed she was capable of anything. she loved how he was able to sense her feelings, able to tell what emotions she harbored inside without her having to show them to him. she loved the way he stood when he was commanding soldiers, how his form took on an unmistakable air of authority. most of all, she loved it because he was hers.
he was coming home soon, though, probably today, and when she had last talked to him on the phone, he had said he was bringing her a gift, something that she'd never tried before according to him. without him, her days had been filled with a dull monotony that she identified as boredom, routine getting her through the hours when she had nothing to do. so the thought of him coming home had her small frame almost shaking with joy, a grin playing at her features. she had tied her hair up for this, knowing that he didn't get to see it up a lot, and had done it in a fancy sort of look with waves and curls that she had tried to make look effortless. all in all, cyra was just holed up in their room, eyes cast down - they had mascara applied to them - looking at the floor.
at the start of all this, when she was a child, she had been told - they all had been told - that the reestablishment was humanity's last hope and that in order to survive, they had to come together under the reestablishment's rule. and in the beginning, people believed it. but that was before the mass executions to those the reestablishment viewed as a threat. that was before all the rebels were killed or went into hiding, never to be spoken of again. that was before the air became polluted and the animals were struck by disease and famine, before the clouds turned grey with smoke and ash, before the stench of dead bodies filled the air. yes, in the beginning, everything seemed peaceful. it had all been a facade.
it hadn't been long before they had herded everyone into compounds, living quarters that sucked the life and soul from all living things. people lost their homes and their normal jobs, their previous houses dissolved into areas that were restricted. the reestablishment didn't want anyone knowing how things had been before. they had even started burning books and reverting the language into one, simpler language. they wanted to start over, build from the ground up and getting the people in total submission by destroying their hopes was only the first step.
however, it was because of the reestablishment that she'd been rescued from the asylum she had been locked up in for most of her life. nobody understood how it hurt to not be able to touch anyone - well, she could touch someone now and that was a relief - and so they did what humanity had done to things they don't understand time and time again: they had locked her up, performed tests, poked and prodded at her.
but then came the fateful day when he showed up, broke into her cell and carefully surveyed the scene with practiced precision. he told her he wanted to study her and her habits, that he'd heard rumors of her and her abilities and that he would take care of her. he wouldn't be like anyone else who'd come before him. he would be kind and generous, give her the best clothes and food, unlike the trash they gave her here.
she was so completely grateful for him and the way he treated her. cyra loved him and how he treated her. he had brought her from the brink of insanity.
in her opinion though, hell was empty and all the devils were here.
the sharp longing in her soul always got worse at night, when the moon was out and all she wanted to do was go out, blend into the people, get lost in the dizzying rush of bodies. she wanted to not be alone for once in her life. she had spent her whole life locked up because everyone who was anyone had agreed that she was a danger to herself and to others. she knew they had had their reasons: her skin was deadly. if anyone touched it, they died within mere moments and the swirl of power and life cyra got left her feeling helpless. she shouldn't want this, shouldn't want to hurt people. and she didn't, she just wanted… she wanted to be normal.
she had learned to control this ability, this gift, whatever it was, a while ago. she could now touch people without fear, but the thing was that she still shouldn't be sequestered in this room that she shared with the male who meant so much to her. he had been gone for around a week now, out doing business that only a sector leader could attend to, and she missed him. she missed his smile, the way his eyes lit up when he saw her, the way he walked, the way he spoke to her - soft, gentle, kind, encouraging - like he believed she was capable of anything. she loved how he was able to sense her feelings, able to tell what emotions she harbored inside without her having to show them to him. she loved the way he stood when he was commanding soldiers, how his form took on an unmistakable air of authority. most of all, she loved it because he was hers.
he was coming home soon, though, probably today, and when she had last talked to him on the phone, he had said he was bringing her a gift, something that she'd never tried before according to him. without him, her days had been filled with a dull monotony that she identified as boredom, routine getting her through the hours when she had nothing to do. so the thought of him coming home had her small frame almost shaking with joy, a grin playing at her features. she had tied her hair up for this, knowing that he didn't get to see it up a lot, and had done it in a fancy sort of look with waves and curls that she had tried to make look effortless. all in all, cyra was just holed up in their room, eyes cast down - they had mascara applied to them - looking at the floor.
at the start of all this, when she was a child, she had been told - they all had been told - that the reestablishment was humanity's last hope and that in order to survive, they had to come together under the reestablishment's rule. and in the beginning, people believed it. but that was before the mass executions to those the reestablishment viewed as a threat. that was before all the rebels were killed or went into hiding, never to be spoken of again. that was before the air became polluted and the animals were struck by disease and famine, before the clouds turned grey with smoke and ash, before the stench of dead bodies filled the air. yes, in the beginning, everything seemed peaceful. it had all been a facade.
it hadn't been long before they had herded everyone into compounds, living quarters that sucked the life and soul from all living things. people lost their homes and their normal jobs, their previous houses dissolved into areas that were restricted. the reestablishment didn't want anyone knowing how things had been before. they had even started burning books and reverting the language into one, simpler language. they wanted to start over, build from the ground up and getting the people in total submission by destroying their hopes was only the first step.
however, it was because of the reestablishment that she'd been rescued from the asylum she had been locked up in for most of her life. nobody understood how it hurt to not be able to touch anyone - well, she could touch someone now and that was a relief - and so they did what humanity had done to things they don't understand time and time again: they had locked her up, performed tests, poked and prodded at her.
but then came the fateful day when he showed up, broke into her cell and carefully surveyed the scene with practiced precision. he told her he wanted to study her and her habits, that he'd heard rumors of her and her abilities and that he would take care of her. he wouldn't be like anyone else who'd come before him. he would be kind and generous, give her the best clothes and food, unlike the trash they gave her here.
she was so completely grateful for him and the way he treated her. cyra loved him and how he treated her. he had brought her from the brink of insanity.
in her opinion though, hell was empty and all the devils were here.