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Imagine. A post-apocalyptic world. A metropolis hidden deep below the earth's surface. Now, I know what your thinking. It's just a city underground. What of it? What makes it special?
I can tell you what is so special about this city. It was born of a dream. A fantastical and whimsical dream where all were united and equal. As if the city were just one humungous home. Yes, your heard right. I said home.
There were no buildings. Just a spiraling staircase of lights and sounds. To help you imagine better, I'll start from the top.
This layer is rows of doors, and no windows. Think, if you will, of the hotels of old. Each room contained one bathroom (which only consisted of a sink and toilet), a small refrigerator, minor appliances, and a microwave. This layer, like the 20 layers below it, are what you could call our individual homes. This is where we sleep, and even some relax here. Though, for the life of me, I couldn't tell you why.
Now, lets take the elevator and zoom ourselves down to the twenty-first layer. This is a tall layer, consisting of two layers in one. The second layer being depressed from the wall making it only half as deep as the base layer. This double layer holds our communities showers and baths. The upper section being the bath area. They are each individual, and resemble a floor plan like what some of the folks of old called a locker room. Which is what we named the layer. Each stall holds a shower or bath, a counter with a mirror, and a small bench to place your things or your bottom. There are outlets for the numerous hair appliances the women love to use, and each stall is fully equipped for whatever hairstyle you might wish for that day.
Come. Let us return to the elevators. Oh dear, I apologize. I forgot to say. The elevators are located in the center of this great city, and as they go whirring by, one so much has to peek over the side and see just how far up or down our city extends. Let us go.
We will skip the next thirty layers, for they merely contain what we like to fondly refer to as the market. Here, our tradespeople tend their crafts and families trade and barter their wares for things they can't create but either like or need. It's roaring life one of the most interesting areas in this city.
Next we have the place the old ones call school. It consists of thirteen layers. The first of these is where parents are able to leave even the littlest of our society to be cared for and watched over by the women who are barren, could not have children of their own, or have aged past their child bearing years. These women love to play and care for the small ones while their parents diligently work to better the city.
Then, the next five layers consist of varying degrees of children ranging from four years of age up to eight years of age. The first of them having the four year olds, the last having the eight. I'm sure you can figure out the rest. Then we have the next four, same as before. Ages ranging from nine years to twelve years. The next containing thirteen years and so on.
The final layer of these thirteen hold our seventeen year olds. They are on the cusp of adulthood and learning their family crafts, well some of them. There are some who decide on a different craft, one without children to carry on the work. There are even instances of children switching around simply because the other craft interests them more.
At eighteen, there is a ceremony held on the layer just after that. A graduation of sorts as the old ones call it. This is where they are given their new rooms where they will live fully on their own. Oh my, did I forget to explain that as well? My apologies. Each couple has their own room, where children between birth and five stay with them. Then, at five, they are transferred to the boarding rooms. Several children keep to these rooms at a time to help conserve space. They are placed by age group, so they are always with those of the same age. So at eighteen, they get their own rooms. Following?
As we travel further, we come to the apprentice layers. Where each new adult trains their skills for many years, their wares being delivered to the shop keepers in the market. When they've mastered their art, they are given the shop in the market, and their parent or craft-master then retires to the Old Ones. They roam as they please or help teach the children during their schooling.
Deeper still we travel. There are only two more layers to this city. The first we come to is our recreational layer. It is large, and tall compared to all the rest. There are numerous areas for different activities, nothing is left to the imagination here.
Located on our final layer is our farmland. It is yet larger still, sprawling miles in every distance. Artificial sun light permeates these fields, and any manner of fruit and vegetable is grown here. Far on the edges our herds of livestock roam, though rarely do we slaughter them for meat. Only when our herds need thinning do we have meat for our tables.
And with that, I have concluded this tour. See? It's kind of homelike, in a way. Here, the unthinkable can be thought. The unimaginable can be imagined. Though I warn you. There is a danger to living within this community. The danger I was saving until the end.
Come, sit. I have much to tell you of our people's deepest, darkest secret.
It was many years ago when we first learned that we were different. That we held magic within our hearts. It all started with one girl, and two boys who had grown up together. She was far more different than any we had seen. Her startling fire red hair and the deep amber that colored her eyes. She was a sweet girl, merely wanting to live a normal life. As any of us would. Her two friends were the key to her change. One boy, a gangly thing. He had sunlight for hair, and deep emerald green eyes. He was tall, and lean, but he was strong. Once he grew into his height that is. The other was of a darker nature. His night sky hair, and black eyes struck fear in our hearts. Though we were not violent enough to dispatch the child. Everyone deserved a chance no matter what they looked like.
Strangely, they all shared their day of birth. Though none of them were siblings. You look at me in disbelief? Bah. Here's what makes this occurrence strange. Not only was it the same day, but it was the exact. same. time. That their cries disturbed the air in the medical wing. Oh, I passed over explaining where that lay? It's located in the center of the many layers that make the apprentice layers. Many of the young get hurt as they start their learning.
Well, anyway. Back to the story at hand. Everyone thought it an odd happening, three children of no relation to be born at the exact same time. It wasn't until years later we learned the secret they brought us. They had settled into their lives after turning eighteen, but a shadow was descending on us. Something about the dark boy churned and changed. His actions mirrored and he became mean, and hurtful. The girl, her name long forgotten, became depressed with the change in her friend, as did the other boy. That boy seemed to become ever more angelic with each passing day.
Then, a few years later, on their twenty first life celebration, it happened. From here I will refer to the blonde boy as Light and the other as Dark. It will make this simpler for me. Settle, settle. It's just getting to the good part.
The girl was finishing a bath, and stepped to the railing to look out over the city goings on. She was a watcher, if your curious. It was then that she felt something was not right. She looked down, over the railing where she leaned, and in the vacant shower room stood her two closest friends. Dark seemed to be oddly glowing, a faint purple aura about him. It sparked through the air to Light, who shimmered brighter even that their artificial sun. As she watched with horror, two crystal like stones ripped from the boys' chests.
Immediately, she leaped over the edge of the railing, tumbling hard against the stone floor. She raced between her friends, crying out for whatever was happening to stop. It was when she entered their magiks that she too glowed. As if she were set ablaze. Though no crystal ripped from her chest. Instead, the boys' crystals split, and each half joined with a half of its opposing colors. As if creating day and night within their crystal hearts, fueled by their shared love of the girl.
Except tragedy struck. A dark force struck from the shadows while the crystals lay suspended in the air. The girl could only helpless watch as Light's crystal was snatched from the air and crushed to dust. The immediate reaction after slammed the remaining crystal into Dark's chest, and rendered the two still with their souls to blackness.
It was there the story was lost to us. We know not of what happened there after, except for one thing. Light had been killed when his crystal heart was shattered. Since then, we've discovered that nothing can kill us, save for old age and our crystal hearts. Only our true loves and the fire of our passions can bring forth our crystal hearts and fuse them together as one. That is our history, and why we live under the earth. So no one will learn of our crystal hearts.
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Thank you for listening to my story~
I hope this has inspired many of you with ideas, for I can not come up with a suiting plot line. My mojo, as it were, dissipated with the ending of the story.
I'm thinking this would be a great RP should anyone be willing to play.
It could be either a recreation of the girl and the two boys
Or one of our own invention.
I am willing to play with multiple people, or even a 1x1
Please let me know what you think!!
I would love for you to share you ideas!!
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I didn't realize I had clicked that particular number. ~_~;;
