Nova smiled at Rose's words before tearing up the papers, shredding them into smaller pieces every time. "Oh, I just love disposing of evidence, even if we aren't disposing of anything really, it's good to get rid of government property," he smiled, before dropping the shredded papers. The bits small enough that they flew off by a small gust. "So, ladies, shall we go now?"
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Open UnHinged (An Unwind RP)
- Thread starter Shiny Blue Gardevoir
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"As soon as possible. It's a long way to Arizona, from Joplin, Missouri, especially on foot," she answered, "And even then, we have no idea where this 'ice cream man' is."
Meg cast a final glance back where she was fleeing from. Her friends would probably be worried sick about her eventually, but...They would probably guess soon enough. After a while, no one would really think much. Hell, people might not think much when they realized that Meg wasn't coming back. She shook her head and followed Nova and Rose. "So, if none of us know where the guy is, how are we supposed to find him? I mean, we can't look through the entirety of Arizona..."
Robin a seventeen year old girl was being cornered by juvey cops. They slowly walked up to her. "I wouldn't do that..." she whispers as they step over a trip wire. She runs as the cops gets pulled up by a net with a home made bomb hanging over them. She hides behind a pile of broken pillars laughing as she hears the officers scream. And then... boom.
Robin had escaped a few years ago. She was playing with her cat when she accidentally stumbled upon them. She read them and tears came too her eyes. Her mother walked in right at that moment. Her mother tried to explain but it was too late... Her sanity was long gone. As her mother hugs her she grabs a pair of scissors and stabs her in the back. She packed her stuff a fled.
Robin had escaped a few years ago. She was playing with her cat when she accidentally stumbled upon them. She read them and tears came too her eyes. Her mother walked in right at that moment. Her mother tried to explain but it was too late... Her sanity was long gone. As her mother hugs her she grabs a pair of scissors and stabs her in the back. She packed her stuff a fled.
Rose swallowed. "I...To be honest, I don't know where he could be," she answered, "But I've heard rumours about the kind of place he runs. It's...It's like, an empty antique shop, run by some little old lady, and the ice cream man goes every few days to ferry kids away to safe houses. This probably isn't helping much, but..."
Rose knew that with juvey-cops on the prowl, searching the entire state of Arizona for some mythical ice cream man was going to be enormously hard, assuming they didn't get caught on the way.
Rose knew that with juvey-cops on the prowl, searching the entire state of Arizona for some mythical ice cream man was going to be enormously hard, assuming they didn't get caught on the way.
Robin walks into the same area as the others. She spots a juvey cop. "I could knife him from the back..." She says as she flicks out her butterfly knife. Robin ducked behind a tree when he looked her way. She then slowly crept up to him and slit his throat. She began to loot him but then heard the footsteps of the others, expecting it to be more juvey cops she climbs up a tree. She took out her binoculars and spotted them. "Hmmmm, others, that's at least my guess."
She cleared her throat. "Anyway, time's a-wastin. More time we spend sitting here and chatting, more time it gives for juvey-cops to catch up to us. And then it's off to Big Muddy Harvest Camp for us."
Rose barely reacted, as yet another AWOL unwind, or so it seemed, dropped before them. She knew that the socially acceptable thing to do was ask if she was ok, but fuck society, society wanted her dead.
"And you are?"
"And you are?"
"We're just a group on our way to Arizona, on foot. What's the big deal?" Rose said coolly, "How do we know we can trust you? How can we be sure you're not some undercover juvey-cop, or a parts pirate?"
"No shit, Sherlock. We're approaching Oklahoma at the end of this track, but we'll still have a long way to go. That's assuming we don't get caught, or blown up by clappers."
Rose raised an eyebrow. "You mean, you have tabs on every clapper cell in Oklahoma?" she asked, "And exactly where they're gonna blow 'emselves up? Clappers generally don't care who they kill when they kill themselves..."
Clappers were groups of suicide bombers, who gave themselves explosive blood transfusions, and detonated themselves by clapping their hands. Their causes were unknown, but clappers were almost always kids at risk of being unwound.
Clappers were groups of suicide bombers, who gave themselves explosive blood transfusions, and detonated themselves by clapping their hands. Their causes were unknown, but clappers were almost always kids at risk of being unwound.
Rose turned to explain to Meg, who seemed quite confused about the whole 'clapper' thing. "Clappers are suicide bombers, who detonate themselves, as you might have guessed, by clapping, mostly to blow up places like schools, grocery stores, etc. Nobody knows why they do it, but nine times out of ten, they're kids at risk of being unwound."
Rose nodded. "Alright. Tell us everything you know. Avoiding clappers means that our odds of surviving the journey are higher. In fact, avoiding people altogether might be best..."
Mary Joy Zehnten was a tithe. Brought into the world by her loving family as a gift to society. Conditioned since birth to be at peace with her purpose and spread the gifts of the Lord as far and as wide as humanly possible, even if that meant her body had to be in pieces. Mary Joy hadn't planned on skipping out on her tithing, but rather found herself stranded in a strange city. The day before her 13th birthday, Mary's older brother took her out for "Ice Cream" as a final treat but instead of stopping for a frozen treat they just kept driving and driving. At a road sign 5 miles outside Joplin, Missouri they finally pulled over.
"I told them you ran and they already called the juvy cops," her brother said dryly. "Mary Joy you NEED to run from this. I know you're at peace with it but that's only because you've been conditioned by our family to believe that."
Mary Joy was silent. She had a lot of respect for and even envy of her older brother because of his success in school and sports and now medical school. He was en route to be one of the assistants in a Harvest Camp facility, and those jobs had some great benefits. Why then was he now so shaken and misguided? She knew all she had to do was get out of the car and let herself get caught and her purpose would be served, but decided to see if her brother had anything else to say.
"You deserve to experience life as YOURSELF and saying that your parts are going on to help a bunch of other people for the better doesn't make it any less true that your flesh is being SOLD and your future robbed and given away to a system that perpetuat- Hey!"
The car door slammed. Mary Joy didn't want to listen anymore and bailed out of her brother's car, determined to give him peace by showing him that tithing really IS a good thing and that her calling was noble and their parents weren't wrong.
As she trudged down the road she had no idea how much her mind was about to change...for better or for worse.
"I told them you ran and they already called the juvy cops," her brother said dryly. "Mary Joy you NEED to run from this. I know you're at peace with it but that's only because you've been conditioned by our family to believe that."
Mary Joy was silent. She had a lot of respect for and even envy of her older brother because of his success in school and sports and now medical school. He was en route to be one of the assistants in a Harvest Camp facility, and those jobs had some great benefits. Why then was he now so shaken and misguided? She knew all she had to do was get out of the car and let herself get caught and her purpose would be served, but decided to see if her brother had anything else to say.
"You deserve to experience life as YOURSELF and saying that your parts are going on to help a bunch of other people for the better doesn't make it any less true that your flesh is being SOLD and your future robbed and given away to a system that perpetuat- Hey!"
The car door slammed. Mary Joy didn't want to listen anymore and bailed out of her brother's car, determined to give him peace by showing him that tithing really IS a good thing and that her calling was noble and their parents weren't wrong.
As she trudged down the road she had no idea how much her mind was about to change...for better or for worse.