08-02-2018, 09:48 PM
Liaville, Aeluria
Alyssa Robinson stood in a queue waiting for her food rations. On the one hand, she was glad her position had not entitled her to special favours, it showed there was still a modicum of integrity in the Aelurian government. On the other hand, she really wished her position had entitled her to special favours.
She was nervous, being one of the few people in the queue who actually had a good idea of just how much trouble they were in. Someone in front of her lit up a cigarette.
"Excuse me, could you put that out, sir?" she asked.
"No lo haré. Tengo derecho a hacer lo que me plazca."
The man pointedly blew his smoke in her face. Angered, she snatched the thing out of his hand and stomped on it.
"¡Puta!" he spat, the Spanish swear word echoing along the queue.
"Might be a bitch, but at least I don't blow toxic fumes in other people's faces. Not like you'll be able to do it much longer, not enough of that stuff left. If you liked that kind of thing so much, maybe you should've emigrated."
"Wish I had done so," the man sneered in accented English. Suddenly a noise at the front of the queue grabbed both their attention as a man's voice rose above the crowd.
"...unacceptable! This is our country, you have no right to tell us what to do!"
A man who appeared to be acting as a translator muttered something to the Kivasekian guard at the front of the queue. The guard responded, his voice authoritative but not reaching the volume of the angry man.
"We are very sorry, but unfortunately supplies of cocoa are running low, and as such we have had to cut the rations," the translator interpreted.
"Bull! They," the angry man jabbed his finger at the Kivasekian, "are stealing OUR food while WE starve!"
Some people in the crowd murmured in agreement.
"¡Sí!" exclaimed the smoking man in front of Alyssa. "¡Toma lo que puedas, Aeluria es para Aelurians!"
The smoking man and the angry guy suddenly charged the supply depot, with a sizeable portion of the crowd following them. Alyssa's heart rate increased and she fumbled to call the office and alert them, dropping her phone in the excitement. As she bent down to pick it up, a series of gunshots went off. She jumped, and staying crouched down looked in the direction of the depot.
The crowd were starting to run away as the Kivasekian guard had fired warning shots in the air. She moved quickly and took cover behind a tree as the fleeing crowd passed her. She glanced back once most of the people had gone, to see the Kivasekians arresting the smoking man and the angry guy, who were both face down on the ground.
Alyssa Robinson stood in a queue waiting for her food rations. On the one hand, she was glad her position had not entitled her to special favours, it showed there was still a modicum of integrity in the Aelurian government. On the other hand, she really wished her position had entitled her to special favours.
She was nervous, being one of the few people in the queue who actually had a good idea of just how much trouble they were in. Someone in front of her lit up a cigarette.
"Excuse me, could you put that out, sir?" she asked.
"No lo haré. Tengo derecho a hacer lo que me plazca."
The man pointedly blew his smoke in her face. Angered, she snatched the thing out of his hand and stomped on it.
"¡Puta!" he spat, the Spanish swear word echoing along the queue.
"Might be a bitch, but at least I don't blow toxic fumes in other people's faces. Not like you'll be able to do it much longer, not enough of that stuff left. If you liked that kind of thing so much, maybe you should've emigrated."
"Wish I had done so," the man sneered in accented English. Suddenly a noise at the front of the queue grabbed both their attention as a man's voice rose above the crowd.
"...unacceptable! This is our country, you have no right to tell us what to do!"
A man who appeared to be acting as a translator muttered something to the Kivasekian guard at the front of the queue. The guard responded, his voice authoritative but not reaching the volume of the angry man.
"We are very sorry, but unfortunately supplies of cocoa are running low, and as such we have had to cut the rations," the translator interpreted.
"Bull! They," the angry man jabbed his finger at the Kivasekian, "are stealing OUR food while WE starve!"
Some people in the crowd murmured in agreement.
"¡Sí!" exclaimed the smoking man in front of Alyssa. "¡Toma lo que puedas, Aeluria es para Aelurians!"
The smoking man and the angry guy suddenly charged the supply depot, with a sizeable portion of the crowd following them. Alyssa's heart rate increased and she fumbled to call the office and alert them, dropping her phone in the excitement. As she bent down to pick it up, a series of gunshots went off. She jumped, and staying crouched down looked in the direction of the depot.
The crowd were starting to run away as the Kivasekian guard had fired warning shots in the air. She moved quickly and took cover behind a tree as the fleeing crowd passed her. She glanced back once most of the people had gone, to see the Kivasekians arresting the smoking man and the angry guy, who were both face down on the ground.
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