[h2][center][i]Holly Farstel[/i][/center][/h2]

Safety came in numbers, some said. Holly disagreed with this; she thought that safety came in being [i]smart[/i], and knowing where to be. If she was in a place she knew she was safe she was guaranteed a higher chance of survival than if she was in a place that wasn't. Underground criminal sanctuaries were her main place of safety; sure the criminals may duke it out in the underground itself, or anywhere that wasn't a sanctuary, but within it there was at least some civility. It was a place to rest or sleep, to trade off stolen goods, or to brag about your exploits. Everyone still was still suspicious of everyone else, though.

However, despite this being one of the safest of places to be for her, Holly was not there. After sleeping, she found little to do for herself within the sanctuary, and had made her way out by one of the sewer exits. It seemed a little funny to Holly that the exits were incredibly dangerous compared to the safety just within the sanctuary. Once you left, you were fair game. You were no longer trying to hide, trying to sleep or trade. You were outside, and that meant you were prey.

Thankfully, most saw no value in trying to stop her. She was a teenager with a bag that most knew was empty, but some still tried to stop her to check. Holly knew that there were a few crazies out there, but hadn't come across one yet. Whenever she was stopped, she just opened her  bag to show she had nothing for them to take for themselves, and then carried on her way. They didn't follow her, after all, she had nothing for them.

It was now later in the day, and Holly was sat on a roof, eating her sandwich. She watched a large screen mounted on a building, playing the news, of which currently was an attack on an MPD convoy. Holly observed the monitor casually, taking bites out of her stolen meal, before the screen flicked and changed, speaking words that intrigued her;
[i]"You are not alone… The Change comes to all things in time. Break your shackles and embrace true freedom."[/i]
She didn't exactly feel like she [i]was[/i] in shackles. She felt free, as free as she could be. She figured it was just a Para that had managed to gain access to the screen. He'd be apprehended soon, she thought to herself. They all were.

[hr][h2][center][i]Phoebe Harper[/i][/center][/h2]

Patrolling the alleyways of the city was Phoebe. Her main source of entertainment throughout the day was knocking out every thug that tried to stop her. She didn't need a job, she didn't need much sustenance (though still savoured the taste of food), and she didn't have many friends to hang out with. There [i]were[/i] things that she could do for entertainment that wasn't punching a thug in the face, such as going to the cinema or a museum, however those were risky for many reasons.

Her helmet could thankfully provide her with entertaining audio, such as music, news stations or, as it currently was, MPD communications. She still had the same access as she had before the Tower had exploded, because it had been saved to the data of her armour. According to the communications, Ibis had been mobilised to a truck crash, and against her better judgement, Phoebe was going to observe. As she grew closer to the scene, or where the scene was said to be, she climbed herself up onto a rooftop, moving herself to the edge and crouching down.

From what Phoebe could see and hear, things were going to be turning out differently. Already, several Paras had been released from a transport vehicle it looked like. She felt sorry for the crew. As much as she tried to avoid dealing with the MPD, she used to be one of them, and so felt sympathy for those working for them - at least in the low positions. Anyone in higher positions were evil, she told herself. It wasn't the fault of the lackeys on the ground, they were just following orders and didn't know any better. It almost made her want to go after those higher herself, perhaps study, follow and ambush them one by one, to destroy the corruption that they were. She was smarter than that, though. It would make her even more of a target than she already was. And so, she observed the chaos below her.