Watching the sun disappear the first time. Feeling the rush of cold air. I could tell the place was lifeless from the start. Walking up to the reception desk, I was amazed at how pale the receptionists was. It was as if without her color she lost respect as well. She sized us up immediately. We were another one of the welfare families who couldn't afford a place to stay so they send us here. The new so called paradise. Immediately we're issued an apartment and escorted there by two of the biggest guys I've ever seen in my life. No words are spoken but the looks in their eyes say everything they think of us. Mom squeezes my hand the whole time warning me not to speak. Leaving us at out apartment As I realize I haven't been paying attention to how we got here, I start to freak out. "How do I get out of this place?! I want Dad! Mom why are you doing this?!" That was the first and last time she slapped me. When I finally looked up she had gotten the door open. The room was lit up with darkness. It radiated it. She turned on the light. I stood out the door, staring at the bare walls. They didn't have windows. Not one. I stood out there for what felt like my life. I've realized it was. I walked into the apartment and immediately to the closest door. I started to cry opening the door to a closet. I still went inside, sat down, hugged my knees and cried.

"Stera... Stera... Stera!!"

Stera opens her eyes. Seeing the same familiar roof she gets up and walks to her mother's room. Pushing the door open and walking in she stares at her mother. Once again she's drunk on her friday day off from work.

"Yes Mother?"
"Honey, baby, would you mind getting your mother some asprin? We seem to have run out."
Stera stares at her mother, expressionless. Looking at the asprin bottle in her hand which is clearly full, she sighs. "No problem at all mother, I'll go buy some right now."

Stera closes the door quietly making sure not to disturb her mother who has already lost interest in her and the asprin. Heading for the exit, Stera shuts off the left on lights along the way. She picks up anything left out of place. She opens the door and walks out.

She stares down the deserted corridor. There's recently been a leak so puddles lie everywhere. Walking slowly down the corridor she steps in one. Looking down at the puddle she see's the face of a girl, a girl with reddish pink eyes and blonde practically white hair. A face shes been told many times is beautifully unique, the face of a child. A doll, perfect with no emotions.

Nearing the door that leads to the stairs she stairs once again at her reflection in the glass. Her skin which was once a tan from playing under the sun is now ghostly pale. She opens the door and heads down to the market section.

The Market Section has basically everystore that can be found anywhere in Mars, and some that can only be found in well the Market Section. It has Cafe's, bookstores, Black Magic Shops, Laundry Mats, dating services, basically everything (most of them not really what they seem, laundry mat yeeaaa thats what they want you to think). While the rest of the Facility is closely watched, the market section only has 4 guards, 2 at each entrance. Although, each store clerk has to go through alot of paperwork once a month, which is required to keep their store open.The Market place really is beautiful, with fountains and imported grass and trees. It is where most of the children of the facility go to play.

Stera walks over to the fountain that is the center of the giant Market place. The fountain that displays water of every color. She lies on one of the benches and stares once again at the all to familiar roof. She plots his death. He's the reason she's stuck here. She won't be stuck here for long.

)(Alright... yea that was long... no char info needed... Your own char you make up of course... try to include a past in your first post and how you got to the facility. My character is plotting a rebellion (yours can of course be on it, encouraged =P). The place is kept under tight security by giant guys in all black. Be of an age that still attends school (because thats where rebellions will start) If your older, own a market or something, or work somewhere in the facility. There is of course lots of behind closed doors jobs. Be anything, but follow the rules... of not being an a.s.s.... and no roleplayers lacking roleplaying ability that cant stand critisicm... go! Ill probably edit this... for mistakes... I kind of rushed =/ *uPDaTe* This is a somewhat serious rp ok? No... shananigans! woot spelled it right... Seriously, it is serious and If i dislike your style please leave is I ask you too...)(

((finally someone starts an RP here! the last one i was in flopped....bad...anyway, ill be posting now))

Giisan wandered through the Market section, eyes downcast. He stopped for a momnent, leaning against a wall. it had been five days since he had come here. surely they wouldnt be able to find him here..... resuming his meander through the market, he comes to the fountain. sitting down, he sighs. he slumped his shoulders and sighed again. he looked at his arm again. might aswell try to fix it up on my own.... he concentrated for a moment,, the there was a sudden loud click. the arm landed softly in the grass. picking it up, he placed it into his lap. a large hole had been blasted in it, exposing wires and other electronic bits. digging a small multitool out of his pocket, he muttered to himself. "not even enough cash to take it to a mechanic....i need to get a job...."

Stera sits up quickly startled by a loud click. She glances to see what caused it. Spotting the man and the arm she stares. Things of mechanical nature has always interested her, not that anyone knew. She just stares at the boy having nothing really better to do.

)(so shoorrttt... so sad =/ nothing to write about... i hope more people join...)(

((lol so do i, but, Giisan is not a boy, hes 33......don't worry about it too much, i thought you would have read his character bio,. i couldnt find yours, coincedentally. im going to wait a bit to see if anyone else joins before i post again.))