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Post by flamethrower on Jul 7, 2011 16:59:48 GMT 2
Lips puckered, she pressed her mouth into a thin and horizontal line. The quary hung in the air: why, why. Why couldn’t the rest of the world hold out and grasp each other to form a peaceful haven like this, place filled with so much affection and solidarity. Such answer was never easy to be found. “I honestly have no idea, Cable,” she began, her statement escaped in a murmur, arms crossed across her chest and eyes unveiling contemplation. “I suppose it’s not that simple. I’m not saying it’s impossible for America, and the others, to fix and build up their own utopias or anything. It’s just… See, they’ve been contaminated with too much negativity. Too much conflict, too much crime, to - you’ve seen the state, you’ve seen how ugly some of its places could be,” she attempted to pass a meagre, reassuring smile as her gaze once again surfed through the numerous figures of citizen, pair of fingernals digging habitually into her skin. “This is an extravagant sight, everybody gets along, no fighting, no crime – almost too good to be true, truthfully speaking,” the blonde remarked, a humorless laugh escaping her lips, that kind of laugh one would often blurt out when they were attempting to light up a conversation.
“That’s what we need,” she shrugged. “I think. An ideal leader, better and wiser, one who cares for and blends well with his people. Someone they can truly look up too,” she observed with ease as handfuls of people began to swerve around, minding and doing their bussiness – the corner of her lips lifting up to a few inches, it was no longer meagre or reassurning, it was now bright and coated with much appreciation. “Does it get tiring sometimes, being the you know, landlord of them all?” she asked, curiously, eyebrows knitting and almost gluing themselves on each other, feeling as though she was interviewing a president. Well, technically she was. Her fingers elevated up to her forehead, a frown flashing as they made a slight contact with some rough and dirty cloth, crimson blood leaking out of it. “Uh, kind of off-topic. But do you happen to have a bandage somewhere?” |
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Post by cable on Jul 7, 2011 21:34:21 GMT 2
"Yes it is but thats because every has what they truly want. " here next question threw him off. "truth be told i never thought of it, this is my legacy to earth in time it will grow and spread people will leave and make other places like this. Then the world will be like this it may take 100 years it may take longer but it will happen." He walked along. "yes we can do better than that come with me."
He turned quickly down a street and started to head towards a building. The doors hissed open and they were in a large medical like room with a lot of strange equipment "please take a seat i am positive we can patch that thing up in no time."
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