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The Police don't often patrol the street, but when they do, everyone is terrified. The Police are only in public when they are making a public demonstration of someone's punishment. Spies for both sides are always in the street.

People speak in hushed tones when on the streets, and arguments are almost always behind doors.

Roleplay!

Icis barreled down a back alley, her hands clutched to her chest. She frantically glanced over her shoulder, just another block.

Morgan slammed into a girl. The red thread on her collar a symbol of her alliance with the resistance

The tiny objects clutched in Ice's hands flew everywhere. She lost her temper and any caution she might have had, "Hey! Watch it!" Her voice was not hushed, nor even a normal tone. No, she was yelling.

Cinder heard the commotion and quickly ran to where it happened. She saw the two people with the same red threads as her on the street. She ran over to them quickly. "What's going on?" she asked.

"I ran into her, she was running and she yelled at ME!" She said, snatching up the objects and handing them to Icis.

"What are those and where are you taking them?" Cinder asked.

Morgan shrugged. "Cufflinks." She answered.

"What for?" Cinder asked

Icis growled, "Contraband nuts, poisonous and illegal," She furiously began counting them, "Cost me 25 each, if you breathe a word of this to anyone, I will kill you."

"I don't know!" She spat.

"We're on your side!" Cinder said to Icis

Morgan nodded and pointed to her collar.

"Won't stop me from killing you." Icis said. She had calmed a bit, but her tone was still grudging.

"It should." Morgan muttered and tied her long brown hair up. "I should tho, it isn't safe out here."

"I should probably get back to the Barn," Cinder said.

"Barn?" She asked. She knew of course. But her not-part-of-a-resistance act was in jeopardy.

Ice watched this exchange, "Hey! You're that tech!" knowing she had recognized Cinder from somewhere...

"Oh!" Morgan said. She nodded, "When's the next....." She asked, having missed the last one by a call from the Council about if her food was contraband.

"Yeah I'm 'that Tech,'" Cinder laughed. She turned to Morgan "Tonight," she whispered, barely audible.

"Thanks." She whispered back. "I've gotta go." She waved at Cinder and gave Icis a mocking smile.

"Oohh, burn." Ice muttered under her breath, and turned to Cinder. "Guess she doesn't like me that much."

"No, I don't." Morgan commented and whisked away with the flurry of snowflakes.

((I think it's winter...?))

((Is it just Ice and Cinder now?))

((Yeah, I think. Or we could time skip to tonight and Morgan's walking this way."

((I'm fine with that))

Ice made a face at Morgan's retreating back.

((I'm so sorry Icis is so awful! I wanted her to be cool! :( I'll get her to change her attitude. Ugh. I'm really sorry))

Cinder let out a small laugh and cruised her arms to heat up

Ice smacked her forehead, "Duh!" and pocketed her very expensive, very dangerous nuts.

"Where'd you get those?" Cinder asked

"Uhh...Um... They're from...uh, some guy..." Ice tried to explain, pointing over her shoulder, turning around to show Cinder, then turning back to face the tech.

"Uh huh," she smirked

"Yes! He was selling, and I bought some! Is that wrong?" Without waiting for an answer, she continued, "Oh! He said they're from Outside."

"Outside? Are you serious?" Cinder asked

"I don't believe him though... Unless he was telling the truth!"

"Who knows," she shrugged

"Probably not telling the truth." She sighed, "I'm Ice, by the way."

"I'm Cinder," she said

((Now?))

((Sure! 5 hours pass and they're still standing in the cold! Or we could just meet in the Barn. Unless you don't want Ice there...))

((We could all meet in the Barn))

((To DA barn! Ice too!))

((I have to go anyway, so maybe next time Ice will be a better person. *Ugh*))

((Okay, just Cinder and Morgan then?))

((Sure! Barn?))

((Sure! Can u post?))

((Yeah.))

Cally walked out of the Coffee Break with Gavin. "I don't like being indoors much at all, actually."

"Then why don't you sell your stuff on the streets?" he asked. Absently, he began tapping the fingerings for a song on his leg as they walked.

Cally snorted. "You don't know much about sweets I see. If it gets even a little to hot, certain things will melt. And too cold, they just don't taste as well. Melted fondant is disgusting, trust me."

"I will. Never had any and I don't think I'd want anything icky. Vomiting is not conducive to good health," he said.