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looks good Daniella

always chuck norris

hahaha, yes

YAY GOOD JOB DANIELLA!!! NOW WE CAN SHIP THOMAS AND ALISTAIR!!!!! WHOOOP WHOOOP!!!!




I REGRET NOTHING!!!!

Right. Shall we start then? Or put all our profiles together?
Or should I put them all together and then we can start?
Actually I'm going to put all our profiles together.

Name: Leaira Calypso Connolly
Age: 19
Appearance:


Personality/Background:
- Last name is an older world type last name
- Third born generation in the city (Grandparents moved to the city 60 years ago)
- Good Sense of Humor
- Sassy
- quick to Smile
- Very Curious, and this as gotten her in trouble with the Enforcers (which like the city's police, but better and efficient.)
- Loves to tinker with electrical objects
- Know Alistair since they were children and are very good friends.
- Loves the old world flowers
- Failed at school but that doesn't matter.
- Has four other siblings, Three older and one younger
- Lives in a house under a trail line
- Has a family pet by the name of Ozzio, Ozz for short.(an American Eskimo Dog)

Name: Alistair Knowles
Age: 20
Appearance:



Personality/background:
- He's gay
- He is part of a rebel group in the dystopian sector
- Flunked school with his friend Leaira
- Owns 6 guns
- Is an orphan, his dad left when he was 2 and his mother was killed by Enforcers in an uprising 8 years ago. Part of the reason he failed high school was because he was planning revenge on the Enforcers and because he was trying to survive.
- Was taken in by the Connolly's and lives in a little section under the railway next door to them.

Name: Thomas Fornix
Age: 22
Appearance:





Personality/Background:
- He's gay
- Has had to care for his older autistic sister (26) because everyone else doesn't want anything to do with her
- His parents have gone off to a council meeting and left them alone in their house.

Haha Renee nice gif placement :D. Are you already thinking of a ship name?

hmm...let's think about that....

YES OF COURSE I AM!!!!

Talistair
Thomastair
Alimas
Tomstair
Alitom
....

any other suggestions?

I like Alimas (its a bit like chirstmas) Do we want to put the backstory things here as well.

Also if there is nothing else to sort out can I start?

sure! and backstory can just be left as a prologue or something. XD

and START LYS!!!

PROLOGUE
Alistair's P.O.V
There was a test. Your results were determined by your potential, and your potential was determined by your actions and your reports. This Potential Test reckoned whether you were worth sending to the major academies, and whether you were going to be useful to society. There were cheats of course, for those who could afford them. It wasn't like if you were bad at school it meant you weren't worthy. All the information in the world was available to everyone, sciences, history, geography and general defence, all through one little chip provided by the government.
And that chip, was your access key to everything you could ever want in life.
For the rest of them, they weren't so lucky.
Alistair knew this and had known it since he first, two years ago, took his test.
He had expected his result and accepted the fake plastic smiles of polished white uniformed humans who lead him back to the holding room while the girls with perfect hair an uniform, all signs of money and connection was taken through another door, through a door which he would never enter.
But it was better this way. At least he knew who he was. He was able to be creative and wonder about things, make mistakes and accept that as part of his life. His mind was his own and he wasn't being force fed regulation information like the rest of the upper society, the society they worked for and replied on.
This was his life, and he planned on doing the best he could with it.

Leaira's P.O.V
Her test was on a different day but she saw her best friends face when he came back. "It's alright Al, it cant be that bad." She saw his face didn't look any happier "Plus who wants to be a part of that world anyway, it's too..." What would be the right word. "..neat... It's that right Oz." She whistled for her dog and he came bouncing at her legs and then at her friend's legs. "Come on Alistair it couldn't have been that bad." He hadn't responded to her the whole time she talked to him. She stopped him by placing a hand on his chest "We could so play darts... and get drunk while playing." She knew darts was one of his favoutire things to do at Match's Bar. The owner, believe it or not was called Match but then again her middle name was Calypso. He was a family friend. Everyone that lived in the underground society were all friends and were close.
Her test notice came a year later. Alstiar was her closest friend and also happened to be a year older. On the letter it told her to go to the center building in the city. She also had to dress up a little. She had her black corset top on that tied around her neck and had shorts on. It was in the middle on summer. She tied up her hair so her neck wouldn't get too hot.

She had to catch the air train with the rest of the other population. Most of them were wear the latest fashion. She didn't see the point in the solar system outfits some were wearing. To distract herself she listen to the train. She loved mechanical engineering. It was the only thing she passed in high school which ended last month. On the train she tinkered with pieces of little scarp metal. The people around her looked appalled. She just ignored them after saying "You see something you like." She didn't mean it in a sensual way but it got the people to stop looking at her. There one guy that didn't and she gave a fake wide smile. She knew she was attractive but there was also that edge to it that came from living in the fringe, not that she cared. He looked away after he got too uncomfortable under Leaira's gaze.
The train ride ended and she got off. It was straight forward from there. The building was right in front of her. Just as she was about to enter the door she found a Mech station. She bit her lips, she couldn't resist. she quickly ran to it.
Afterwards she walked into the building "Oh god it's white." Was the first thing she said. A lady greeted her with a fake smile. Leaira knew that the lady didn't want to deal with her. "Fill this in and you can go do you test." Leaira took the board with a smile and seat on the white seats. She was the only dark thing in the room. The floors were white and so were the walls. The seats were comfortable but they were a blinding white. Hologram TV's played the news, but Leaira just had an urge to cover everything in dirt and tar. There were cameras on the walls. While filling out her name she found an Enforcer standing in the corner of the room. There was something she generally didn't understand on one question on the form and she called over the lady. When she came over she ask "What do I need to fill out here?"
"Well ah you should... know." Leaira just looked at her. "Your fancy computer should have told you that I didn't pass an high school education, so i guess i don't" The fakeness was rolling off her voice. "While your here why do I need to fill out this.., and this." She pointed to different parts of the page. The lady help as little as she could so she didn't have to deal with Leaira anymore. Once she was done she handed up the form. "I also noticed that the camera squeaks when it moves and.." She pointed behind her to where the glass doors were "the box outside as sparking up when I walked past and door the jams up when they open." Then she got taps by a plastic baton. She turned and the Enforcer was there. "Enough questions, do your test." His metallic voice spoke to her through the helmet.
"Sure thing, boss." Sarcasm rolled off her tongue. She turned towards the door that would mean nothing to her. She got pushed in the back with the baton and she looked back and stared back annoyingly. She was already moving.
Once she did you test she knew she failed. Oh well she thought. When she walked out she was grabbed by two Enforcers. They took her out of the building into their place she knew so well. The headquarters of such police. She guessed she asked to many questions and pointed out one too many flaws. She was question and left in the interrogation room for an hour. At lest they didn't find her present at the Mech station. She smiled a little as she was let go. She hopped on the air train home. She hated it when she had to go in main part of the city by herself.

Present Time

It was summer once again and it was a year since she had done her test. She got the results this morning. She opened it first thing when she went to the mail box in the morning. The air was warm and she expected a failure and that's what she didn't mind seeing. It meant that she wasn't perfect. It meant that she wasn't like the fake people in the city who followed all the rules and didn't question anything. She had her mind and it was a sign that it wasn't going to be taken from her.
This of course wouldn't effect her at home. No one based a person on their test scores but what on they did in everyday live. If you were good at something and if their was a job for it then they would make you work. This is how it worked. Leaira had a nack of mechanical objects. She could always tell if there was a problem or if a part was missing. She loved the idea of creating. She works at the mechanical shop nearby and she loved every minute of it. It was her passion and no one was going to tell her otherwise. She was the youngest in the shop and one of the few that worked there. Not many people liked to work with technology or were good at it. Even if they lived and breathed an older world they still needed technology to get around. Everyone in the little community were there for each other and when it came to, everyone would fight tooth and nail for the each other.
Sighing when she looked at the sheet, she walked back in and gave it to her parents. Her youngest sibling who was five was awake and was running around the house while her parents sat at the breakfast table with coffee. She knew her three older siblings would still be asleep. She kiss her parents on the cheek, they looked tired and worn. Years of living here were taking there toll on them, but that happened to everyone that lived there that grew old. She presented the letter to them and they read it with grim faces,they knew that Leaira was on watch. She left the letter with her parents and walked out the door. "I am going to Al's"
She walked next door to Alistair's house and knocked on his door, she had something to ask of him.

Alistair woke with a start. Someone was knocking on his door.
"Yeah?" he called loudly, still half asleep. He'd spent ages last night scouting the area for homeless, trying to recruit people for the rebel group he was part of.
He shoved on a tshirt just before he opened the door to find the pink hair of his best friend Leaira.
"Hey gorgeous, what's up?"
He didn't mind her seeing him like this. She knew what he did for a living. Seeing as he'd apparently failed high school two years ago, he couldn't very well go and live in the Ritz of the big city, unlike the lucky bastards who'd paid their way through high school and the graduation.
The ones rich enough to blackmail their way into high society so they could gain all the knowledge of sciences and mathematics that they'd obviously failed in high school.
Leaira was biting her lip.

"Hey yourself." I breath out. How was she going to explain this to him. "I got my results back..." She let sink in. She could see his face turning dark. "And normally we wouldn't anything because they're jerks..." She just had to ask him. "Can you come into the city with me?" She fidgeted on the bag strip. She wasn't usually like this. She more flamboyant but this was something that had to be taken seriously. She just felt uncomfortable with the choice would be forced to make.

Alistair sighed, his body still wishing for the comfort of his bed. "Sure, which part? Am I going to need to gear up?"
By 'gear up,' he meant guns, maps, poisons, equipment for sneaking around. This was for if they were going to go passed the boundaries to the high class area of the city where those in the slums weren't allowed.
'The slums' being where he and Leaira lived. Not that she'd necessarily live here for the rest of her life if the results she held in her hand told her she'd passed...
He glanced at the tin mailbox out at the end of the gravel driveway that connected the Connolly's to his little shed. His results were sure to be there too.

"No you don't to get geared up." She laughed. "It be more fun but I am under supervision." She sighed and hand him the letter. "I failed everything expect for mechanics and technology and they are "asking" me to report to the Mech facility in the main city." She watched his face, she could tell that he was unsure, but she couldn't go alone. Any sort of provocation they would try would get her back in Detention. She could held a lot of things that came from the Enforcers but Detention was not a place she wanted to back again. "I have to report in today and meet the supervisor and I would like you to come with me."

He sighed and brushed passed her out into the driveway. With a yank on the rusty mailbox, he found his own letter and tore it open.
He had hardly read the first sentence when he put the paper down. "Nothing I wasn't expecting. Failed. It's not like I could afford to pay attention in class and ignore what was going on out there."
He sighed again, running his free hand through his hair. "Yeah I'll come with you. I don't think they'll be too happy to see me."

"Thanks Al." She followed him up. "Who cares if they aren't happy. You'll keep me from getting in trouble." She leaned on her mail box, her pink hair failing in front of her face. "Best case scenario is that they don't want me and I can just leave." She blew a piece of hair from her eyes. When it didn't move she used her hand to move the strand out the way. She began to move towards the air train and than remembered. "First things first, you have to get changed." She began to push him back to his house but she didn't get very far. She was strong but Al was stronger then her.

"Ha ha," he said, and a grin crept onto his face. "Although I can't guarantee the no trouble part..." hands on her shoulders pushing against her as she pushed on him.
He stepped back, laughed when she almost fell and righted her again.
'The slums' delivery boy rode past on his old bike and his eyes followed him until he rounded the bend.
"On second thoughts maybe I should get changed," he muttered, then grinned easily down at her pink head. "Be right back."

"haha." She laughed as he power walked back into his house. She turned around and waved at delivery boy. "Hey, Nickle." He waved back.
"Up for a drink later." He was turning around to ride past again. "Yeah sure, Ill bring Al too." He turned down the corner. He was Matches son. He was the same age as Al and one day he would own the bar. While she waited for Al to get changed she quickly opened her door and took her black, over-the-shoulder bad from the rickety table next to the door. "I going now Mum, Dad. Ill be back later."

Alistair met her outside the both of their houses. The dust drive rose in clouds as they walked and it had been a favourite game of theirs, back in when they were younger, to see who could create the most dust. Sometimes they'd be at it for hours, although Leaira's parents weren't so happy when their front windows became coated in brown dust. Every now and then though, Alistair liked to remind Leaira of the old times. The times before they had to grow up, and prove that they could conform to the society's rules.
He kicked up a small cloud of dust at the end of the driveway, grinning menacingly and waggling his eyebrows as a reminder of easier times.
Not now, he knew. They couldn't get their city clothes dirty. It would be unacceptable. Unclean.
"So, you know where abouts you're going?" he asked, not quite sure of the city's layout. He'd only been there on night scavenger hunts. Never really into the streets, into the high tech buildings that held so many world ruling devices and serums.
And never before had he even set foot in the Crown building, where all accepted members of the upper class were divided out into the workforce. And where all the research that was done was collected into one big main centre, almost like the control centre, Alistair often thought of it.
And he dreaded that that was quite possibly where they were going, but at the same time, he was awfully curious.

She saw the dust up and she kicked some too. She wasn't too bothered by the dust. There was a plank of wood that was precariously held up by smaller wood. It almost seemed like a bench. She jumped on it. It was stable under her weight and she began to walk on it. At this level she was taller than Alistair. "I wouldn't have a clue. It mentions that I'll receive a map when I enter the city and from there I'll have to report straight to the Mech facility." She reached the end of the bench and hopped down to the ground. "Its not a part I have been to either." There was a air horn. They were close.

"Right, well I'm following you. Otherwise I'd end up leading you through the not-to-regulation entrances into the city." She knew about his illegal activities, not that she condoned them completely, but she did know about them.
"They'll probably assume I'm there to deliver something for their potions," he added, using the term potions loosely, but everyone who was anyone knew it was true. Chemically transmitted information from the main centre for information. They could make you learn anything and use whatever information had been proved safe by the Regulators so that the higher classed society could be superior to the lower class, or the 'Slums' and remain that way. There was no working your way unless you had the money or the connections.

She laughed about his secrets in and outs of the city. The only part of the fringe that held any futuristic look was the air train. Just because they disregarded the fridge didn't mean that they didn't want control over them. The stairs that lead up were holograms. These ran on a program and if Leaira was more technical she would be able to hack it. Steps only dissaprea when the air trains stopped running for the night. The y walked up the stairs. Each time their feet made contact with the hologramed stairs it rippled like water.
The platform for the train was two stories high and was the only place where you could get a good look at the slums and where you saw the wall the was built to distance itself from the slums, There was a small pin-point hole which was the gate that only the train could get through.
A train hissed down the line and was making there way towards them. They were the only ones on the platform waiting for the train.

He held out his hand for her, knowing there was surveillance everywhere, watching them.
He didn't trust any of this new Airholographic Technology. Something so different from what the world was meant to naturally grow into made him nervous. It wasn't rock or sand. They could never run out and the holograms themselves ran on stored light power, a descendent of the old solar power, where direct sunlight was needed to create power. Instead, running like a loop, the air holograms ran on the light they, or any other technical equipment produced.
The doors opened with a hiss, thankfully, more substantial than the staircase they had climbed and he glanced at Leaira before following her onto the carriage. Instantly, he could feel his gut being moved as the train shot towards the walled city.
He didn't dare glance at the spot he knew was a secret entrance in, fearing any hidden cameras would follow his gaze and go and investigate.
He had worked out the way lost of things worked throughout his years in the underground society. The rebel.

She could have sworn he had never been on an air train before. She didn't mind it, the mechanical works of it interested her but she wasn't going to let that on. they were the only ones on the carriage.

When the passed through the tunnel it went dark and she couldn't see anything for a spit moment then they were bathed in light. When her eyes adjusted there was a full view the city. It was all white and clean. She just sighed. She wasn't going to enjoy this.

Soon enough the train stopped them off at the end, this was where they had to get off. They stepped out. She stood there and on the dot her buzzed and up brought the instructions to get to the faculty. While check her map she got out a pen form her bag so she could write the instructions on her arm. Then someone bumped her... on purpose. She was pushed forward and the pen slipped from her hands and onto the floor. She felt a stain on her leg and found that someone has split the bitter liquid of coffee. After picking up her pen she looked around to the chuckling. Thanks I needed a new accessory anyway." She waved her arms out to showcase her black shirt with had the damp stain of coffee, her dark pink and black pinstriped corset top to her slightly muddy knew high sock and black leather combat boots. She smiled at them falsely. They shouldn't stand it when someone wasn't like them. She felt Al tugged on her arm. They continued to laugh. In final effort she flipped them the bird and they shut up quickly. She giggled, she got the last laugh. She would take pleasure in dirtying their floor with her dirt-filled boots.
They got to a check point to leave and she showed the letter to them. They asked what he was doing and she know Al looked offended. "He's with me."
"He has no papers" the metal and human shrill of the Enforcer spoke.
"I said he is with me and if doesn't go them I don't and you wouldn't get in the way of a direct order?" She raised her eyebrow at it. After a few seconds it complied and Al was through. Now it was time to work how they would get to the facility from here.

He was taking in his surroundings with an awed expression. So often he hadn't been able to look freely at these buildings other than running through them or sneaking through their basements or the tunnels from old underground subways.
They followed the green paths the tablet device of the map was giving them and they turned corners until they arrived at two wooden doors, polished to perfection beyond the works of human hands. It was unnatural, but what everyone here was used to.

They were know is more of the industrial part of the city. The buildings where less shiny and there were more Mech station about. Robot fluttered here and they with the occasional workman and women wondering about they day.
She opened the door first and was greeted by a box like robot. It didn't even need to ask, she had her papers out and ready for them. She know that the paper had been laced with 1's and 0's that would prove the authenticity of the letter. Once it read it it beeped and they were granted access to the facility. After leaving the darkness they were now in a bright white room which manage to wash out Leaira's clothing. There was a desk and another robot was behind it. Its attention snapped on when it saw them.
"State yourselves." It held female tones to its dead mechanical voice.
"Leaira Connolly. I have been requested here by the Governing."
Then the robot waited for Al staring at him with its beady eyes.

He'd practised this sort of thing before. Sometimes it hadn't worked, if he'd used job positions that were no longer valid or something.
"Alistair Knowles," he replied, for once using his own name. He didn't like it, it made him feel vulnerable, like maybe they could track him now. "I'm the approved accompaniment for Leaira."

The robot was happy with the response and beeped. The door opened and revealed an industrial power line. It was a room of pulleys and mechanical parts being put together by both human and machine. There was a station to the left that had wielders and the sound clank of metal. This seemed to be the last futuristic part of the whole city.
A man about twenty five came up to them and introduced themselves as Hammond and was going to be her supervisor. She looked up and down at her and he liked what he was. Leaira couldn't care for it. She showed him the letter. He read over it and was satisfied. He pointed to Al and asked what he was doing. Leaira replied says that he was moral support. Hammond didn't disagree and went on with the tour, before telling her that she would be on a trail for two weeks. She also told that she could bring Al along as he was formally invited. She looked over at her best friends and gave him a look that read this is going to be hell. She found out that she was going to be working in repairs and alterations and she was glad Al could watch for the first day.

"Hey this is good," he said, once they were stationed. He leaned closer to her. "I can get intel here, find out a bit about what's going on..."
The other fully qualified workers were given the serum that gave them the knowledge of all they needed to know. Why they put people on trial Alistair didn't know, but it sure was suspicious. Plus, if anyone got too close with Leaira or tried anything that she wasn't comfortable with, he was going to step in.
It was really his one and only job, otherwise he'd be bumming around. It wasn't like he was allowed to touch the equipment.

She nodded at what Al was saying as she tied up her hair before she could work. She understood what he meant. Why not multi-task.

The last thing she needed was to have her hair stuck in any of the machinery. She felt better have Al there with her. It made the day more bearable. None of the other trialees bother her and the other workers were off in their stations working with only the should of machines working. She noticed that she was the only female there. Maybe not enough females passed the bar for machine and tech.
The day passed quickly and they were allowed to leave. Once outside, Leaira was surprised to see that there was still daylight left. "God it feels good to get out. It was weird in there."

"You bet," he said, shrugging his hands into his jacket pockets. "You could do a great job here. Think about it Leaira. You've got the brains and the skills. Not like me. You could enhance your knowledge...live the life here...you could earn yourself a living, have a career, find some lovely guy to live with..."
He squinted into the setting sun, dimmed with the smog of the city. "I'd want you to have a good life, you've earnt it. Unlike half the idiots and cheats who end up in here."

She stopped walking. "And what would the fun in that? You wouldn't be there. Ma and Pa wouldn't. Whats the point of living here if I couldn't see you guys. You guys would have to by here with me to even consider moving." She paused. "Like you said their idiots and cheats and why would I live with them when I can be around honest men and women."
She looked at the sun with Al. "You know what we have time. Lets play a game." She smiled. She tapped him on the shoulder and said " You're IT." Then she took off towards the station.

He laughed. "Oh no you didn't!" and he chased her down the streets hollering after her while people walking around in uniforms or business suits stared down at him with scorn.
But he didn't care, he caught up to her.
"You're IT!" he shouted and continued on towards the station, not looking behind him to see if she was following.

She laughed as he caught up. Stopped before setting off again so get him. She took a few breaths in and looked back up. Al could still be seen from where she stood. Then she took off again.
She lost him soon after. She saw him turn down a street and then from there she couldn't tell where he went. She slowed down. "Al?" She turned on street and felt that she was going deeper in the city rather then the outer barrier. By now it had gotten dark and the lights were out. She continued walking while calling her best friend's name. "Al where you?" She got no reposnce. Then there was an airhorn. "The last train is leaving n 2 minutes." Shit, she thought. She didn't know where she was and there was no way she could make it back. This was the last things she needed. If she found here after hours she was going back to Detention. She would have to hide for the night. To top it off it began to rain.... heavily.

He arrived at the station, chuckling and breathing hard. He looked behind him to see where she was and his smile faded into a frown as he saw the empty street behind him.
Whoops, he thought. And wondered if he should go and look for her when he could only remember his way out of here.
He ducked behind a pillar as he watched the Enforcers march past on their rounds.
Great, now he was alone and had to try and escape the gaze of Enforcers. He knew that if they saw him he'd probably be questioned and asked about why he was dressed the way he was, why he wasn't in his assigned position, and then when they found he wasn't part of the City, he'd be locked up and questioned, perhaps accused of spying or being a terrorist or thrown back out into the slums, depending on what they thought of him. He knew this part of the city, but he'd just never been in the legal part. He'd hid underground or used what were called 'black entrances' to yes, spy or gather supplies for those out in the slums.
And now, he sunk through one of the 'locked' doors.
He stayed still as the Enforcers marched past and his eyes followed them as they continued around the bend of the street.
The rest of the station was empty.
Completely empty, except for the oncoming train, but no way was he going to get on without Leaira.

The rain only got worse. It became hard to see and she was soaked. She was glad that she was wearing darker clothing that was already skin tight. Her boots crunched on the concrete as she continued walking. While walking and turning down streets that she would hope that would lead her to a hiding spot, she pulled out her halophone. She knew it didn't have a map but it received calls. While walking she made a voicemail tune, in case anyone rang. "Uh, Hey,you already know who it is but, I won't be home tonight, I missed the train. Sorry Mum and Dad. I will be on the first train in the morning. Oh and Al I don't blame you, I got lost." She clicked a button and the recording stopped.
She left the alley she was in and was now standing a wide pathway with houses tightly packed side-by-side. She heard the metallic clank of the Enforcers. She turned around and saw that the Enforces were doing a round on the street she was just on. She had to hide now. Sh kept turning around and started to run, careful not to slip. Then there a shadow. Male, young. "Sir." She wasn't going to be above asking for help, she just hoped that they wouldn't hand her in.

(( Daniella this is your character that mine is calling out to)

"Sir."
She was timid, slowly moving towards him with hesitation. The enforcers behind her, Leaira's attention was diverted away from him, and her pink hair spun up from on her shoulders like a dress over an air vent.
"Miss."
This brought her attention back to him, her eyes wary. The figure extended one arm, out of the shadows, an invitation into the unknown. After looking once more over her shoulder, she took it and let the stranger pull her into the darkness.
"Thanks." She was short of breath, and refused to look at the male figure properly.
"You're welcome, Leaira."
She raised her head then, and looked up into his face, concealed by my shadow.
"How do you kno-" Her eyes widened, and her arms show around my neck like bullets out of a shotgun. "Thomas! Where have you been? I-"
Quickly, he placed my index finger over her mouth. "What's the point in hiding if you're going to let the Enforcers know where we are?"
She nodded, lowering her voice back down to a whisper. "Good point. But where have you been?"
Thomas grinned slyly down at her. "Places."

She shock her head. "I need a place to hide for the night." She looked out. A small stream of Enforce running past in the rain. They did know they were there. All they that it was a routine check. She just hoped they were quick enough. She looked back at Thomas, he lived here, he would know where to go.

"Come on, let's go."
Thomas took her hand and walked further into the darkness. They weaved in between buildings, and in and out of shining glimmering tunnels. Leaira wondered why there was so much light where he lived, and none where she was from. Just as she started to consider where exactly he was taking her, until he came to an abrupt stop at a glistening dome building.

"Where are we?" She looked at him. She had never been so far in the city before. Everything was blurred into a mess of lights, rain and colour.

"Home."
I pushed the door open, and let her in before me.

She walked in and it was huge. As she walked in there was a large corridor that was held the class of an old regal mansion, but didn't stop the old world tech creeping in. "Are you sure this is yours?" She touched the wall where there was a painting. She had never seen something like this. They never saw anything like this in the fringe. She looked back and saw him closing the door. She would be safe tonight, hopefully.

((He pushed the door open and let her in before him.))

Alistair waited until the stars were starting to come out and feeling desperation build in his chest, checked one last time that Leaira wasn't coming before, with a heavy heart, closed the trapdoor over himself and ran silently down the hidden corridor, praying that Leaira would be alright. He felt guilt gnawing inside him, but the only way he would remain undetected for the rest of the night was if he kept going. Should he tell her family that he'd left her in the city? He couldn't, but he must. His hands were clammy with worry and he hardly realised when the tunnel opened up into the cement piping that opened in the middle of the forest in the slums.
He followed the familiar track back to his and the Connolly's property under the train bridge, feeling bile of guilt in his throat. Ozzie barked and ran out to greet him and he took a deep breath, knowing the accusations were coming since he hadn't returned with Leaira. The sky was almost dark, the last blue of the day fading in the east.
He rubbed Ozzie's fur accepting the wet lick on his cheek gracefully.
"Ali? Is that you?" came Leaira's mother Andrea's voice.
"Yeah," he croaked. "Mrs Connolly-"
"No no hush, Leaira sent us message by way of halophone, she's staying with a friend in the city, she got lost."
"I know I'm sorry I didn't-"
"It's not your fault Ali, the City's a big place. She's safe, don't worry. She'll probably be back tomorrow."
He breathed a sigh of relief, some of the guilt fading. He'd still left her behind though...
"And don't stress, go and get a good night's sleep."
"Thanks Mrs. Connolly, good night."
"And how many times do I have to tell you! It's Andrea to you!" she called after him as he left.
He smiled, and shook his head as he ducked behind his battered wooden door. Hopefully she'd be okay.
Although he'd never heard mention of any friend in the city.
Sighing, he took off his shirt and used the last of the water in his pitcher to douse himself outside, rubbing the dirt from his hair that had accumulated as he'd hidden under the station.
He knew he'd already missed dinner, the Connolly's had probably eaten without him. Served him right though, for leaving behind their daughter.
He found a stale bit of bread and chewed at it a bit before climbing into bed and staring out at the rising moon. The clouds and rain had both cleared, it would be colder tonight and he pulled up his third blanket, grateful for its warmth.



((there, now you guys can write whatever in the meantime cause Alistair's asleep and safe now and not still cramped up under the station.))

"Of course it is." He followed her in, leaning against the wall bahind her.

"Everything's so clean..."

He laughed, and the sound reverberated up to the high ceiling. You can get cleaned up too if you want. I promise I won't look."

She tyurned and hit him on the arm. "Shut up."

He lead her around a corner, and was approached my a man wearing all white.

(( Daniella: 1) finally you did it 2) please renee and I have told you this, just do your lines (this includes specking parts, because it makes it awkward to write about if it is OOC and it screws it a little)))

She stopped on her tracks, this didn't look like any of the Enforcers she had seen before. She wondered if Thomas had seen this man before. She tried looking at his face but it was impossible to read. She looked behind her to see if anyone else was there, but it was all clear. "Who are you?" She asked. Maybe they would be willing to tell them.