twelve [written/action] | Saturday at a less silly time
[It isn't easy, having your eyes pried open and forced to look at a truth you never wanted to see. A few days have passed since Martel looked straight at him and explained that what he had done was wrong, and each minute since then as crawled by slowly, weighed down with tension. Wrong wrong wrong wrong wrong... The word echoes off the walls of Mithos's gutted heart. He doesn't know what to do or how to feel or what to think. He has spent the past four thousand years trying to organize his world according to strict formulas - it's the only way to get by without being crushed underneath the weight of reality. If it is a human, it can never be trusted; if someone disagrees with him, he lashes out against them; etc. This is where he stumbles. He can't hate his sister. He can't be angry with her. He just can't...it defies everything he knows. So he's left with nowhere to go.
The only coherent thought he can piece together is that he has to prove himself right. Then everything will fall back into place, and Martel will agree with him, like she is supposed to... He also has his own ridiculous uncertainties to finally quell. He opens his journal, pen poised. With his left hand, he covers the journal's camera; no picture will appear with this transmission, only darkness.]
[WRITTEN | filtered away from Yuan; Raine and Lloyd's other groupies; and, as a bizarre afterthought, Martel - 100%]
With this being one world composed from many different ones, it is inevitable that there exists a high level of diversity. Even in each world, different races and groups of people inhabit the land, and predictably, prejudices rise up across groups. Discrimination follows on its heels.
I find myself curious: how would you paint the situation in your own world?
What are your own thoughts toward those who are different from yourself? What are your personal experiences with discrimination and prejudice?
[ACTION]
[And later, Mithos quietly slips outside; he can't stay cooped up in the house much longer. His confusion is suffocating. Martel feels so far away even though she's under the same roof, and it just hurts. He sticks to the edges of town, hoping to avoid anyone and everyone. Doesn't mean he'll have any luck with that, though.]
The only coherent thought he can piece together is that he has to prove himself right. Then everything will fall back into place, and Martel will agree with him, like she is supposed to... He also has his own ridiculous uncertainties to finally quell. He opens his journal, pen poised. With his left hand, he covers the journal's camera; no picture will appear with this transmission, only darkness.]
[WRITTEN | filtered away from Yuan; Raine and Lloyd's other groupies; and, as a bizarre afterthought, Martel - 100%]
With this being one world composed from many different ones, it is inevitable that there exists a high level of diversity. Even in each world, different races and groups of people inhabit the land, and predictably, prejudices rise up across groups. Discrimination follows on its heels.
I find myself curious: how would you paint the situation in your own world?
What are your own thoughts toward those who are different from yourself? What are your personal experiences with discrimination and prejudice?
[ACTION]
[And later, Mithos quietly slips outside; he can't stay cooped up in the house much longer. His confusion is suffocating. Martel feels so far away even though she's under the same roof, and it just hurts. He sticks to the edges of town, hoping to avoid anyone and everyone. Doesn't mean he'll have any luck with that, though.]