woodyloveslinkin
aka Gloomy Mushroom
- Joined
- Aug 3, 2004
- Location
- Lithgow Australia
I hate my printer...it's five hours away
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Ravyn sat at her window again, this evening, looking down to the streets below, deep in thought once again as the bright neon lights from the billboards reflected against her face. She looked at the bicycles going past, hearing their bells being rung at people who were aimlessly wandering into their past and hearing abuse being yelled at one another. She didn’t understand why she felt so housebound. Joanna had never stopped her going out, she only stopped herself.
She was afraid of this society, afraid of the New World orders, afraid that she was going to forget a forbidden word, and eventually get exiled for at least something; she could just feel it coming. She never had any faith in herself since the Old World had been destroyed. She was too confused all the time.
She had pondered to herself many a time, if the dictatress in charge had any empathy or felt anything for the people that she ruled over. She shook her head at her own thought, knowing that the little hope that was left for a new ruler had already perished once she had inherited her throne to the City of the Fallen Angels.
Then it struck Ravyn. She remembered that moment. The moment when the heir to the throne of this city was announced and when her father was assassinated. Her memory was starting to come back to her, hopefully. She wasn’t sure if this was only a long term lapse that she was going through or just another short term lapse. She had too many of the short term lapses and it worried her. She was still young and yet, people called her a nut. It worried her a lot, but she knew she had Joanna for support. The only support that she really had and that she could remember was her youngest sister.
She couldn’t look to any type of religion for support; she would be exiled for it. She couldn’t talk openly about the Old World and its orders, anywhere that she wanted, it had to be restricted to certain ears. She couldn’t do anything in this New World without feeling contained and suppressed in a glass box.
She started to contemplate the possibility of going outside, into the night, just for a wander, or until she ran into Joanna down in the markets, like she said she would be if help was ever needed. Even though Ravyn had been out and about in society a number of times, she still felt a bit alienated, as there were a number of New Worlders out and about this evening.
Her sitting on the window sill for days at end had its benefits. She noticed the behavioural patterns of the people born in the beginnings and the times of the New World and how different they were compared to the Old Worlders. The New Worlders weren’t aware of the impact that Spyral had on them, they were usually too doped up on Ivna from what Ravyn had been noticing. Most of the Old Worlders could be found mostly at the only place in LA that served alcohol on the other side of the city.
Alcohol had been replaced with Ivna practically, as the top most used drug to escape one’s emotions. Ravyn couldn’t even recall the last time she tasted the sweet taste of alcohol, cheap or expensive. Alcohol prices skyrocketed after the war and oil prices went down to the point of where it was basically free. Everyone had stopped drinking alcohol because of the expensiveness of it and started filling the cars that they once had, up with whatever gas they could get their greedy hands onto. That was out of a few parts of the Old World that she remembered.
Consumed by greed and manufactured by politics.
Anyway, Ivna was deliberately made cheaper than noodles in the New World that people were forced to live in. Alcohol also had posed a threat to the risk of a stable society. Drunkards would get violent and usually ended up exiled because of their drunken rants on about how much they hated what the world had become. Spyral had decided to keep the alcohol, then the older generation of society thrived on, and then the Spyralans decided to tax it as the highest taxed item on the list of things to hike up the price of.
She got to her feet, after much contemplation and walked straight to do the door. She didn’t automatically open it; she stood there staring at the handle still contemplating deeply. Then she did it, she opened the door and in a matter of time she was on the street that she had previously looked down on. She didn’t know where to go. So she chose to follow the road that was behind her down until she decided to turn off to wherever.
Her curiosity had led her to Viking’s Chinese take-away dine-in shop, but the only difference was that he wasn’t there anymore; he was too busy trying to hide. She sat down at the bar, in between a young adult girl and a mild aged man. The girl was too busy stuffing her face with combination noodles and the man, looked like he had a bit too much to drink, assumed by the fact that he had in possession a banned item, a bottle of saki, rice wine, out in plan view. He held in it one hand and a shot glass in the other. She figured no one had noticed that it was saki. In fact, she was quite surprised to see a bottle of saki around. She hadn’t seen one before the war broke out.
One of the chefs came up to her.
“Want anything in particular missy?” asked the chef, wiping his hands on a dirty rag and shoving it back into his apron’s pocket.
“Boiled rice would do me fine,” answered Ravyn, trying not to look at the girl stuffing her face still on combination noodles. Ravyn hated the fact that there was no variety in fast food in the New World; Chinese, Russian, and Old World fast food chains that had been replaced with the word Spyral instead of their trademark names.
The reason for such a limited outlook on food was because both the Russians and Chinese were good allies of America and had strong political and social connections to Spyral.
“Is that all?” asked the chef, a bit amused that he could easily pull her order out of thin air.
“…Make it fried rice,” corrected Ravyn.
“Alright, I’ll do that for you,” concluded the chef, disappearing back into his kitchen. Ravyn didn’t know it, but he was the chef that had come in just as Viking was running for his life the previous evening.
She sat there, still not helping but to notice the girl next to her, as the girl sat up and wiped her mouth on her sleeve of her black shirt. She looked over to the drunk next to her, who still was at it.
“I think you’ve had a bit too much to drink,” noticed Ravyn, as the drunken guy looked at her. “Am I correct?” The drunk nodded. “Mind if I have some?” The drunk nodded again. “Okay in that case, I won’t have any if you won’t let me.”
“What? I said you could have some,” slurred the drunk, passing the bottle over to Ravyn. Ravyn was quite surprised that no one recognised the bottle that she now was holding was banned. Maybe these guys were New Worlders and hadn’t seen a bottle of rice wine before.
“I wouldn’t drink that if I were you,” warned the girl, taking the bottle off Ravyn, and placing it on the other side of her. “It’s not saki. Chaz replaced it with straight bourbon so he could get drunk quicker, and eventually die quicker. He’s been here all night.”
“And what, like you haven’t?” asked the chef from the kitchen.
“I haven’t been drinking all night,” defended the girl, as her attention was diverted to the chef who kept reappearing and disappearing behind mountains of steam. “Last time I did that, I got done for it.”
“You’ve only been eating half my food,” snorted the chef.
“Just, shut up,” retorted the girl, as her attention was back on Ravyn. “It’s bad enough he went and broke New World order by saving this takeaway bottle from his trip overseas and hasn’t been done for it.”
“One thousand and one nights at sea…” Chaz lifted his head and started to sing out loud.
“Shut your trap seriously, I cannot stand it when I have to be near you and you’re drunk,” rectified the girl, who Ravyn had started to assume the girl had an attitude problem. The girl looked back to Ravyn and smiled. “I take it, Old World?”
“Yeah, how did you know?” asked Ravyn.
“You know saki, the New World generation don’t know what saki is, because it’s on the prohibited items list,” answered the girl. “Funny, what Spyral’s done to this generation’s heads. Makes me sick to the bone.”
“Here you go,” said the chef, appearing on the opposite side of the bar and placing Ravyn’s order down in front of her with her chop sticks.
“Ah…knife and fork?” requested Ravyn.
“Do I look rich lady?” asked the chef. “Be happy with it. Eat up and shut up, that’s my motto.” The chef smirked at his own motto and disappeared again back into his kitchen.
“Alright then,” sighed Ravyn, as she didn’t touch her food.
“What’s your name again?” asked the girl. “I didn’t think I caught it, before.”
“Me neither, but then again, that’s me for you, Ravyn,” answered Ravyn. “Yours…?”
“Melissa, Mel for short,” answered Mel. “It’s always nice to meet an Old Worlder. Those New World kids annoy me and give me propaganda bullshit about how they should just go and marry Spyral because they love them so much. For ****’s sake.”
“Anger management problem?” asked Ravyn.
“No, New World problem,” answered Mel, as she realised something, as she started to swing side to side on her bar stool. “You know what? I haven’t had someone say that to me for ages…anger management. Again, it’s called Ivna, that’s why. They are too doped up to realise that what they just hugged, was not their friend, well, unless of course they’ve befriended a tree.”
“Ravyn!” yelled Joanna, from the opposite side of the road, who stood there with a couple of bags in one hand and a confused look on her face. Ravyn swung around on her bar stool so that she faced her sister. “What are you doing?”
“Having a conversation, what about you?” asked Ravyn, as Joanna crossed the road and stood in front of her sister looking a bit surprised to see her sister and about.
“Just coming back from the markets,” answered Joanna, looking from Chaz to Mel. Then she noticed the bottle of saki next to Mel. Her eyes lit up and she pointed to the bottle. “Is that what I think it is?”
“Saki?” asked Mel, turning around and facing Joanna. She shook her head. “Chaz is dumb enough but not smart enough to drink that good grog.”
“It’s takeaway liquor though, and it’s imported,” gasped Joanna, as though Mel had just said the G word. Mel rolled her eyes. “How come the authorities haven’t been notified? This outrageous.”
“If it’s so outrageous why aren’t you doing anything about it?” asked Mel, already not liking the sound of Joanna.
“They’ve got to be notified immediately, Ravyn, they have to, someone’s done something wrong and Spyral has to be notified,” Joanna went into a panic attack over the saki bottle being present, as she turned to Ravyn for some support. “We have to take this bottle and this man to Spyral immediately.”
“I am not going over the Dark Hills, only for death I’ll go there,” objected Ravyn, rolling her eyes at her sister.
“We have to go Ravyn,” urged Joanna, as she grabbed Chaz by the arm, pulling him up the arm. He woke from his drunken sleep to start shoving Joanna off him. “Hey. Excuse me, but you do not treat a lady like that, criminal.”
“Hey, who said I was a criminal to start with?” asked Chaz, out of sheer blind drunkenness.
“Look, over there, right there, do you not see something banned?” asked Joanna, pointing to the saki bottle now in Mel’s hands.
Mel looked to Ravyn and screwed her face up as she frowned.
“I take it, New Worlder?” asked Mel, looking to Ravyn for answers. Ravyn nodded.
“I thought you said they didn’t know what was on the banned list?” Ravyn congratulated herself again for recalling another memory. Mel shrugged. “Tides change pretty fast don’t they?” Mel nodded.
“You criminal!” screeched Joanna, snatching the bottle out of Mel’s grip. She stopped what she was doing and shot Mel a nasty look. “You’re even worse!”
“What did I do that was so bad that I deserved such a look?” asked Mel, as though she had just been picked out of the line to be a shooting target.
“You didn’t do anything about it!” retorted Joanna, as though it was the end of the world.
“Joanna, calm down,” Ravyn tried to tell her sister, but her New World sister wasn’t listening to her Old World sister. “Let’s get some Ivna into you.” Mel rolled her eyes at such a disgusting thing that Spyral had created.
“Why are you letting them, get away with such a crime?” asked Joanna, dropping her bags in her hands and grabbing her sister by the shoulder. “What has gotten into you?”
“Nothing, but –” Ravyn was interrupted.
“Then do the right thing and report him… report them sister!” urged Joanna, as Ravyn threw her sister’s arms off her. Joanna looked to Chaz and grabbed him again by the arm, but he resisted and pulled away. “Criminal.”
“What?” asked Mel, surprised by this sudden turn in events. “Sister… what the ****? Now I don’t see that everyday.”
“Am not,” replied Chaz, as Joanna tried to grab Mel by the arm but Mel also threw Joanna off her. “Good luck lady. We didn’t do anything wrong.” Joanna stopped in her tracks and shot him another nasty look. “What the hell is your problem?”
“People like you, who go around and make this society hell for other people who haven’t done anything wrong,” answered Joanna, as Mel snorted. Joanna looked back to Mel. “What’s so funny, delinquent?”
“Hate to disappoint you, but I ain’t a delinquent lady,” answered Mel. “The reason why I laughed was because people like you don’t see that this society is already a living hell. Funny to see people like your kind and how they approach today’s society.”
“What do you mean your kind?” asked Joanna.
“New worlders,” answered Mel. “It’s kinda funny and kinda sad at the same time, now that I think about it.”
Joanna looked back to Ravyn, once again for support.
“Come on, I support you through whatever you’re going through, why don’t I get any support now?” asked Joanna.
“You’re overreacting,” answered Ravyn, blankly.
“I’m not overreacting, I’m abiding by the law, I am the one here trying to do what’s right,” defended Joanna, as she saw the chef walk behind the bar. “Hey you, chef.” The chef stopped and looked at Joanna blankly. “Don’t you care about the stability of this society?”
“I can’t give two ****s right now lady, got a job to do,” answered the chef, as he sarcastically smiled and walked off back into his kitchen.
“This unbelievable, you’re all traitors to this society, even my own sister,” Joanna couldn’t believe her eyes that she was witnessing such atrocity and such treachery. “You’re all enemies of the crown.”
“Crown?” snorted Chaz.
“What crown?” asked Mel. “The Tsarina? The dictatress? The autocratic spoilt little brat that sits on her ass all day in her mansion playing with people’s lives? Is that the bitch you’re talking about?”
“…All of you are traitors to the New World…even my own sister, dammit Ravyn, why?” asked Joanna, still in the state of unbelief.
“See you at home,” concluded Ravyn, rolling her eyes and sighing at her own sister and her patriotic attempts.
“I’m not going home now, I’m going to stay at a friends until…until you can find it in your heart to do the right thing and come with to the Dark Hills first thing once rested and report them,” replied Joanna, picking up her plastic bags that had stuff from the markets from the ground. She gave the three one last nasty glare. “You all talk ill of the New World. You are going to get exiled, so you may as well give yourselves up now.” Joanna stormed off in the opposite way that she was heading before she saw her sister sitting down at the Chinese eat-in dine-in shop on the side of the street.
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