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Regions: Chapter 4The wind whipped at her hair and stung her eyes. She weaved in and out of people whose shouts disappeared just as fast as they came. Soon there was just the racing wind filling her ears and emptiness ahead. Her foot pressed forward and her board picked up more speed on the vacant pass. There it was rising up into the sky like the world’s end, the edge of the city. The wall rose up higher and higher as she neared it. The board shook under her feet and began to lower to the ground. She snapped out of her trance and faced reality, which in this case was the wall. It was right on her and she wasn’t losing speed quick enough. A rush of panic shot through her body, and she threw herself from the board. The gray ground rose up at her fast and she braced for impact. Her body hit hard shaking the world into a mix of gray and blue. It was cold against her cheek and darkness played at the edge of her vision. The hoverboard was flipped against the edge of the wall and a hand reached do
Regions: Chapter IIIThe day peeked into Jack’s room illuminating the white walls. Vincent’s voice sparked on, “Good morning Miss Jacqueline.” Jack rolled over onto her back and mumbled some nonsense. “Good morning Miss Jacqueline,” Vincent repeated into the room. “Why are you so chipper?” Jack grunted back at him. She sat up, her hair was in tangles and frizzed up all around her. The door to her room slid open and her father walked in, “Oh good you’re awake. I have some errands for you to run.” Jack let out a groan of disapproval before pulling back the covers and getting out of bed. Mr. Blackwell walked over to her and handed her a phone. He put a hand on her shoulder and leaned it, “it’s the latest model, and I’ve already uploaded the list of errands onto it. Just turn it on; it’s programmed to respond only to your touch. “ Jack smiled and gave her dad a hug. “Thanks dad.” He turned to leave the r
Regions: Chapter II“What are we going to do about her?” Mr. Blackwell said in distress. His face was still red and he ran a hand across his balding head. He was a tall man, maybe a little taller than six foot, with a beer gut. He paced back and forth in the office contemplating a punishment for Jack.
“Phil,” Mrs. Blackwell stood up and put a hand on his shoulder. “Phil relax. It’s her first year at university she’s just getting used to it all.”
“But, the law Lilly. The law. She needs to understand that it is not a joke! They will take her.” He said franticly.
“No they won’t, not with your position so high up in the government. You have authority, honey.” She said soothingly to Mr. Blackwell.
He let out a heavy sigh and leaned his head against hers. “I know but I can only use it for so much.” They stood there silently for a while embracing each other before Vincent’s voice broke them up, “Ma’am I do
Regions: Chapter IThe street’s smells mixed in the air, and she breathed them in with every breath. She wasn’t as far down as the city’s base but she was close enough. Wires and old metal stairs spider webbed the buildings and over the streets. It was so different down here than up in the sky zones. She knew she looked out of place in her school attire: freshly pressed blue slacks, a matching blazer with the Universities logo on the side and a white collared shirt underneath. The crowd parted around her like river water passing by a stone. Occasionally she got a few glares here and there by dirtied worn faces. Most of those who lived close to the base of the city were ex-militia, or working the lowest governmental jobs. A flash of light caught her eye; officials were patrolling the streets below in their sleek metallic suits. She cursed and ran into the nearest shop. A bell rang as she fell through the door and an old man looked up form the counter. His voice was raspy, “And how
Claire Ann Blackwater
Name: Claire Ann Blackwater
Occupation: Student at University, part time waitress.
Appearance: She has long blonde hair with some brown. Normally she wears it in a braid or tucked under her hat. Her eyes are a bright ice blue. She has soft pink lips and high cheek bones. Her body is thin, but still toned from her work on machines. When she is at home, or in her workshop she is dressed in her work clothes. These consist of a blue crop top, brown pants, brown high boots, and of course her hat, which are always covered in grease and oil. Outside of her home and work she is normally seen in casual clothes such as jeans, tshirts, trainers, hoodies… nothing to flashy. She has a naturally dark complexion to her skin but is still considered caucasian. Normally she is never seen without her hoverboard/s which are ever changing due to her constant work on them.
Personality: Claire doesn't have an outgoi
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