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(Roleplay) Resistance

"Their system is completely wrong. First of all, their religion is completely based on pure joy, but they spread anything BUT that. They want everything to be the same, and if one thing stands out, they obliterate it. That's what makes the world what it is. So many different things compacted into one, and Singular Universe is completely against that. That's why I'm protesting. I don't want the world to change," I explain, taking a sip of my coffee.

"I'm pretty sure that's everybody here," I say to the person who just ran in.
 
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I nod. "I think I understand now. Everyone that I've ever asked was in support, and gave a completely different story."
 
"It's sad how everybody agrees with them. In fact, the 8 of us in this cafe might be the only people opposing them…"
Which gives me an idea. "I know this sounds crazy, but what if we started rebelling? There's a possibility that even if we don't succeed, we could still inspire others to revolt."
 
"You do realize that people have died? I'd prefer not to die before my time." I blink.
 
"Yeah, I guess it did sound kind of crazy...but wouldn't it be great..." I mumble. "You want to come home with me? I have nothing to do tonight."
 
( Just a friendly reminder, but usually in Roleplays and books, thoughts are in italics. An emphasis on a word may also be italics. )

- - - Post Merge - - -

"Why not? My mother isn't exactly happy with me at the moment, so I have no reason to go to her party."
 
"Let's go, then." I get up out of my seat. "Same time, same place, everybody," I say before leaving.

(Need to go out for dinner, so will be offline.)
 
I pick up my bag and leave a top on the table before following him out the door.
 
(OK back)

I walk over to my car and sit in the driver's seat, letting Clio sit in shotgun. I drive out of the parking lot and over to my apartment. When we get inside, I turn on the lights and sit on the couch, motioning Clio right next to me.
 
"Thanks," I say. "Considering I'm a little too young to have a place of my own, I take it that's a good thing." I smile. Looking around, there are pictures of me and the band, me and my family, and album covers hanging on the wall.
 
"Uh...16. I kind of dropped out with my band to try and make it big in the music industry. But now they're gone, so I'm trying to do it on my own," I explain. "My parents also don't really want me around anymore, so I had to rent an apartment to be away from them." Please don't leave, please don't leave, please don't leave!
 
I nod. "I can understand that. My mother is completely smitten with the 'religion'. I got fed up with her and left when I was 17." I smile slightly at him. "I'm 19. Turned this year."
 
"Cool," I say, relieved that she didn't ditch me. "I'm going to be 17 next month. It's kind of sad that I don't really have anybody to celebrate it with, though." I pause. "My parents hate me, my band's abandoned me, and I don't really have any friends other than that."
 
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