White Lie
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Thread Topic: White Lie
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If you don't have a plot in mind I have a few that you could choose.
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I don't really have a plot
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You can choose one from there, then -
Prisonborn looks good.
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Alright, which character do you want?
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C2.
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Name:
Age:
Gender:
Appearance:
Personality:
Bio:
Other: -
Name: Sophia Denyer, but she's been called by her code all her life, which is 861-53
Age: 16
Gender: Female
Appearance: curly brown hair, gray eyes, pale skin, on the taller end of average height
Personality: easily intimidated, a person of habit, other than that I haven't figured it out
Bio: She's a prisonborn. She was taken away from her parents the moment she was born. Prisonborns are held in cell blocks far away from their parents.
Other: abusive situation with guards -
Name: Weddell Henigson
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Appearance: Curly brown hair, tall
Personality: Friendly, outgoing
Bio: Friendly, outgoing, clever
Other: N/A -
(Also do you want to do romance with this?)
861-53 stood up and tapped on the bars of her cell to summon a guard, a piece of paper between her hands. She stared at the note wide-eyed. After a few seconds a guard appeared in front of her cell door.
"What?" he said more than asked.
She showed him the note, making sure to keep it on her side of the door. "I'm to go to the Library," she said.
The guard sneered at the handwriting he was somewhat familiar with. "Hold out your arm," he said.
861-53 did as he said, poking her arm through the bars. They had microchips in their arms, right underneath where their code was marked on their forearms in large black numbers. After she was scanned he unlocked the door and led her to the Library.
The note's words ran through her head over and over.
861-53,
After careful selection, you have been chosen for a test. You will be integrated into freeborn society. Report to the Library for further details.
She was going to be free.
(me just copying and pasting from other time I did the plot lol) -
(Nah.)
Weddell had always lived an ordinary life. The life of a freeborn, he thought to himself. He knew he was lucky already to be a freeborn. Prisonborns were horrible, malicious and delusional people. Weddell would hate being one. -
861-53 followed the guard to the Library. She knew where the Library was, or course, she had read almost every book in it, but she didn't want to let the guard think she was equal to him in any way. She didn't look around as she walked there. Everything was gray. Gray walls, gray floors, gray uniforms for the prisoners darker gray for the guards, they ate a grayish mush they called oatmeal for every meal, you get the monochromatic picture.
861-53 entered the Library. There were two people there, a man and a woman sitting at a table in the far corner of the room. She stood in front of the table silent. She hardly dared believe this was happening.
"861-53," the man said. The girl that that code belonged to looked down at her arm as if to make sure that code was the correct one, even though she knew it was. She'd seen it printed on her arm for sixteen years it wasn't as if she was about to forget it.
"You will now be known as Sophia Denyer," the man said.
"I understand," she said.
861-53/Sophia looked at the guard then slowly walked out of the Library wonderstruck. Names were for freeborns and she was not a freeborn. It almost felt wrong to be given a name consisting.of letters rather than numbers.
She arrived at the bathroom and quickly got changed in one of the stalls. She admired how the fabric fit against her body so different from the uniforms she was used to wearing.
She walked out of the stall only to see another prisonborn girl. She glared at her, seeing her code tattooed on her arm and yet she wore proper clothing. "So you're the one they told us about at breakfast," she said.
861-53 slowly nodded. She hadn't really listened during breakfast, but she was pressuming so.
Suddenly her back was forced against the gray-tiled wall and the girls hand was at her throat. She gave a yelp in shock.
"Why you?" 865-48 said. Sophia had looked down at her arm to see her code. 865-48 pressed her hand against her throat harder. "How come out of all the prisonborn you were the one that was chosen." She spoke with a slightly raised voice.
861-53 shook her head, her lips shaping unspoken words. She tried to pry the hand away from her throat but her hands were too clumsy and not strong enough. She was struggling to breathe.
"Hurry up!" the guard outside said as he pounded once on the door.
"Help!" Sophia managed to get out.
The guard slammed open the door, seeming unfazed that he was a man in the girl's bathroom and tore 865-48 off of her. Sophia fell to the ground gasping for breath. She looked up just in time to see there guard's baton fly up to beat 865-48.
"No!" 861-53 nearly shouted but she was too late, the black wooden baton had already come down on the other girl's back.
861-53 flinched away. She hated the guard's batons. She hated the guards. She hated the way they were treated. She hated the grayness of the place. She looked up at the mirror and saw her big gray eyes. She hated her eyes. She rushed out of the bathroom and swiftly walked back to the Library trying to make herself look presentable. -
Weddell had always gotten the impression that Prisonborns were disgusting, and he'd seen tapes of them doing horrible things and talking back. In his opinion, all Prisonborns should have been executed starting from day one.
Weddell sighed. They will never learn. -
861-53 walked back to the Library. The woman was a little startled that it looked as if Sophia looked like she had been crying but she just passed it off as shock and joy.
"Now, where you'll be living," the man said. He obviously didn't approve that the government was letting her into society. He wrote something down on a piece of paper. "This is where you'll be staying." He gave the piece of paper to her.
Sophia took the paper. The first part was a name. Weddell Henigson. The second part was a bunch of numbers and a few letters and some other things that also looked like names. She scrunched her eyebrows in confusion. "What is it?" she asked.
"Oh!" the woman realized and bustled over to her. She pointed at different parts of the paper. "This is a house number, this is the street, this is the city, the state, and the zip code."
"Okay..." Sophia said.
"Don't worry you'll get it eventually," the woman said with a wave of her hand as she made her way back to her seat. -
Weddell got the strange sense that something big was happening, but he didn’t let it show. He walked into his bedroom with a book about Prisonborns and started reading. Weddell was shocked to discover that the book was written by a Freeborn. That wasn't the astonishing part, though—the astonishing part was that the Freeborn supported Prisonborns, even looked up to them.
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