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I wanna roleplay this plot...?
« Thread Started on Jun 3, 2009, 7:55pm »

(The good part is after this one *nods*)
The bitter, black liquid was slowly lifted to the pale lips that were connected to the face that represented evil in the current day and age. The pale skin was still taut as if the human was only in their early twenties, but the circles under their eyes and the weary expression in the deep, almost bottomless, pools that were centered in the adult's head told otherwise. Their hand shook slightly as they sat down the mug and pushed their rolling chair back by kicking off against the dark, mahogany desk, their thigh length boots rigid and commanding under the brown skirt they were wearing. With a sigh, they stood and turned to the window. Outside was a desolate wasteland. Or maybe it was paradise. The thing that made it hard to tell was the many silver and black structures blocking the ground from allowing anything to grow, then sprawling out into poorly built brown buildings planted on cracked and dried dirt. Beyond that, there were patches of grass and gardens, and even farther still were mass farms and mass energy generators. While hard to detect from the window, they were still there, somewhat a beacon of hope to the people that they was a world outside of the party limits that they could escape to, if, of course, they had pried off their thought terminating bracelets.
A loud beep sounded through the room as they quickly turned and raised one perfectly manicured brown eyebrow. Their eye screen flickered to life, making their eyes a light blue, before simply prompting for them to input a 'Y' or an 'N.' They sighed before putting one long, feminine finger on their wrist, their French manicured nail prodding a bracelet. Due to the depression of that button, the large imposing grey door whooshed open.
Due to the eye screen, they had known that there would be a thought criminal that needed addressing. They sighed before picking up a long metal stick before walking over to the door and smiling, adding a cute little shrug that made it easy to ignore that they were wearing a military uniform and holding a deadly looking thing. "Now whatfs the deal here?" The voice that asked the question was sweet, girly, and all over feminine and cute. Their hair fell into their face as they did a little bounce in an attempt to draw attention to her chest, "'Cause, I'd be sad if a mean boy tried to hurt my feelings!"
A guard holding onto a thin, lethargic man rolled his eyes. The lethargic man simply smirked before hiding it with a look of terror, which was a stupid move, seeing as the woman who he was brought to was rather observant. "Ohc Ma'amc" He stuttered, "I.. I would never hurt you Blythe. My wondrous, beautiful leader! Mein fuehrer! I'd do anything just to make you happy!"
She simply tilted her head to the side in an attempt to be adorable, "Ohc?" She put her hands behind her back as a bit of the metal broke off and flew towards the man, engulfing his wrists and becoming handcuffs. She sighed before giggling a bit.
From both the guard and the prisoner came a confused look. When she noticed, another sigh arose as she looked over at them, "Ohc You think that I'm so easily fooledc?" Her voice had lost the cuteness, but it was still calm. However, the next word was nothing short of a storm of rage, "BAKA!"
As if her shouting Japanese wasn't enough, the metal stick in her hands broke off into several different blobs, all raining down on the criminal, and some splintering into needles. Her voice became icy and scary, "You think that I'm not all knowing? You don't think I'm alpha? You don't think I'm Omega? You don't thinkc? You don't thinkc?"
The guard slowly backed away as the metal started to cut into the manfs body, making him bleed.
However, soon another man walked in. The woman quickly used the metal to telepathically move the beaten man to the corner. She smiled and perched herself on her desk, "Hi!"
The person who had just walked in sighed, "Anna Maec" He set a folder down on her desk.
"Comrade Anna Mae Blythe to you, Mister!" She joked as she flipped her brown shoulder length hair a bit, "And don't you forget it!"

( >.> By the way, the most offical way of showing your alligence to the party (other than wearing your required thought terminating bracelet) is doing something kinda like a Roman Salute and saying some variation of "Hail Blythe."
The salute is pretty much touching your left shoulder with your right hand's fingertips, then extending the arm sideways so that it is almost in a straight line infront of you, near eye-level.)

NOW THE GOOD PART

Red embers slowly illuminated a mask of pale flesh, with a thin and equally pale set of lips holding the source of the light, and a mound of cartlidge and skin forming the small and almost feminine nose that adorned the face. In the lighting, their eyes were reduced to two large black holes in his head.
With a slight side, one pale hand reached up to his mouth and removed the cylindrical object from his mouth before letting out a mouthfull of a strange, fruity yet minty smoke that slowly drifted to the ceiling before hanging above his head.
The cigerettes he smoked were Blythe's idea. They last pretty long, have less negative health affects than tobacco, and are totally illegal to get a hold of. However, that was just a scheme to get the party more money. Being quite the capitalist, Blythe created her own black market so that people would pay top dollar for illegal goods. Most of the time, outlawing something meant having to use the goverment to get it for a fortune.
Of course, logically the thought terminating braclets should have killed those urges, along with the willingness to break the law. However, there were modifications made to make the drugs she created so addictive that her subjects would pay anything to get their fix. If someone was selling secondhand or making their own, however, the party would bust them as soon as they caught wind of what their loyal little slaves were doing.
He sighed slightly before pulling the cigerette away from his mouth again. He didn't really like them, but Anna insisted he do it to seem like he wasn't one of her officials. Usually officals could realize that the 'drugs' were very mild and really caused nothing spectaular and never tried them again.
The young man holding the illegal item happened to think that the practice of smoking, chewing, or anything that caused an addiction, whether through natural chemicals (which had mostly been outlawed for real. Due to a spike in health awareness, tabacco had for the most part become extinct.) or through thought terminating braclets, compleatly and utterly vile.
His reasons to be in the old sewer system were rather confused thanks to Anna's decline in schedueling. It was some strange mix seeing someone's braclet transmit a signal from down there, and just sight seeing so that Blythe could have time to get her new little helper settled in.
He shuddered a bit when he thought of the young boy who she had shipped in to take his place. He used to be her favorite little helper, but now he was just another one of her many servants. It gave him mixed feelings. He wanted to be the best and the most special, but he also was glad that she would be out of his hair. For a dictator, she sure was whiney.
Speaking of his hair, it was feeling odd. He used his free hand to move his diagonal bangs back into his face instead of being behind his ear. He pulled a mirror with a small light on it out of his pocket before dropping the half smoked ciggerette onto the floor. As he opened up his compact, a rather bright light came on to reveal that his hair was infact back to normal. His eyes were a pale, but somewhat shocking blue that would normally match his shirt, but now his thin body was framed by a tight white tank top that was dirty and ripped and baggy black jeans. Submerged under the water were the tops of his heavey black leather boots. His appearance was meant to be like a fighter against the party, but he was sure he just looked as if he was queer.
Sighing, he put the mirror away before pulling out another ciggerette and a lighter. He put the stick in his mouth as he attempted to start the lighter, cursing slightly under his breath until he finally started a little fire. He lit the ciggerette before slipping the lighter into his pocket and sighing, hoping something would happen.

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