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Post by Macy Lyn Rowe on Mar 16, 2011 10:25:08 GMT -5
"Sometimes, the best ideas come from ramblings. Sort of like music, the best works come from the composer making random stuff that sorta fits. In the end, the music is beautiful, but in the creation, it might seem like a jumbled mess thats never going to go anywhere.
"And I don't think I can say much about divisions in the rebellion. I didn't even know the rumors were true until today. I was determined to start it myself if they weren't true. But it's nice to know its there, even if its having problems. Something is better than nothing," Macy said, keeping her face towards the fire. She didn't really want Shadow to see her crying. The tears weren't much, just small, crystal trails down her cheeks, but it still wasn't something she wished for the guy she had just met to witness.
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Post by Nathaniel Oliver Shaddeau on Mar 19, 2011 1:07:13 GMT -5
"A group divided isn't effective. Without unity, it is impossible to continue in any form of organized effort to either escape, or overtake. That's the problem with many of these bleeding hearts," said Nathaniel, bitterly. "If it weren't for everyone's 'smarter-than-you' attitudes, we might be able to get something accomplished. Many of them have excellent ideas, but none of them are willing to compromise. I take a very moderate approach to most things. I have a plan. It's a very rough plan, but it allows for a fair amount of deviation. It incorporates the talents of those who specialize from the splinter groups, while also incorporating talents of those who are more level-headed. But, in a way, this is war. And organizing a bunch of guerrillas is like trying to organize classify Americans by race. We're all mutts!"
Nathaniel had stood and begun pacing in front of the fireplace.
"What's up with people so bent on classifying?! We're all people! We're all victims of oppression! We're all fighting for the same damn thing!!! I've never seen such boneheaded buffoonery in all my life! I've never seen such childish behaviour from such punk-ass wannabe revolutionaries!" By this time, he was almost barking. Nathaniel shook his head and sat back down, his hands balled up in fists. It was clear just how radical he was willing to be.
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Post by Macy Lyn Rowe on Mar 21, 2011 19:21:55 GMT -5
"Shadow, calm down, before the Boogies come to see what's up. You'll be no good to anyone dead. Maybe with a little work, you can get them to see clearly... If anyone can, you can. Just calm down, you won't get anything down if you start yelling and screaming at them. That's the one thing that makes no one want to listen.... Tell you what, get me a trumpet, and I'll help you with this rebellion. It's the least I can do," Macy said, looking up, no longer caring who saw the tears on her cheeks. Shadow was getting too worked up, and people were starting to notice. Attention was not something they needed at the moment, and attention from the boogies would be even worse. The boogies didn't tend to like finding out that their slaves were rebels. It tended to end badly, and that was not an end Macy wished to experience, or to see her new found friend experience. She had already lost too much, and to finally find something here just to lose it was not something Macy wanted to let happen. Friendships and family, the two things Macy would always fight for.
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Post by Nathaniel Oliver Shaddeau on Mar 25, 2011 22:30:32 GMT -5
Nathaniel grit his teeth just a little, took in one deep breath and exhaled, shaking his head. Seeing the tears in Macy's eyes was enough to make him snap out of his bitter rage. A scene was the last thing that needed to be made right now. Instead, Nathaniel would sit back down, and pick the guitar back up. He decided to stifle himself for the moment as he went back to plucking the tune from before, closing his eyes and taking long, deep breaths. It never took much for him to get radical when it came to his belief in freedom. For now, he would refrain from speaking.
(short post... ugh)
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