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[color=#f2a085]“What’s up, kid?”[/color] the familiar voice of Uncle Abe filtered loudly through the speakers of a young redhead’s iPhone. Sylvia Vargas sat dully at a computer desk, her lurid green eyes transfixed on the screen in front of her. Numbers flitted over the heavily armed form of her main World of Warcraft character, Helexia. In the background, the sounds of [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9NI-PXFYaS0&ab_channel=PureNoiseRecords]The Story So Far’s “Placeholder”[/url] thrummed on another set of speakers. Her head bobbed to the beat, silently wondering if her roommate had been driven to madness yet since she’d had the song playing on repeat all morning, if he was even around. 

[color=#FDEF88]“Not much. Same thing as usual. Stuck in this crappy college with nothing to do.”[/color] Sylvia’s voice answered, airy and light but with a tinge of annoyance and apathy. Her fingers nimbly slid across her keyboard, half listening to the famous Uncle she had on speaker phone. Her attention was raptly on the numbers that floated above her character’s head and the various cooldowns for Helexia the Retribution Paladin’s abilities.

Across the world in a cozy hotel room, Abraham Selig, known far and wide across the globe as the Number 3 Hero Brightlance, took a hearty drag on a cigarette as reclined in his luxurious bed. He chuckled to himself at his niece’s disinterest. It was sort of disheartening to know his niece was a recluse with a stick up her ass. 

[color=#f2a085]“Look, kid. You’ve gotta give up this whole broody bitch thing you’ve got going on. I know your mom sucks. I know your dad sucks. I just want you to succeed in life and not just be tethered by your parents, you know?”[/color] his gruff voice resonated back to Sylvia, running a hand through his dark hair as he did so. He’d probably said the same words to her at some point in her life, but it never really did seem to stick.

[color=#FDEF88]“They don’t control me, uncle. I am my own person, [i]thanks.[/i]”[/color] Sylvia retorted sharply, annoyance growing in her voice as she began to tap on her keyboard a little louder.

[color=#f2a085]“Oh yeah? Then why are you still playing that stupid game? Every time I call you, I hear you slamming away on that computer. I don't think I’ve ever called you and you’ve been outside your room, Sylv.”[/color] 

[color=#FDEF88]“...I just… Don’t have a reason to go outside. Everybody sucks. Except like… Mr. Marlarkey. He’s okay.”[/color] 

Taking another drag on his cigarette, the Symbol of Valor shook his head at Sylvia’s response. If her only friend was a teacher, then this was starting to get real sad. Sighing to himself, he took it upon himself to try and kickstart her future since her parents were completely worthless at well… being parents. This girl was going to end up an isolated mess that relied completely on her parents at this rate.

[color=#f2a085]“Sylvia, what are you doing with your life? Don’t you have any friends? Like… anything at all? You’re a sophomore, and I feel like you probably didn’t leave your dorm once.”[/color] he questioned her, his tone getting more serious. 

[color=#FDEF88]“I’m [i]super[/i] popular, okay? I’ve got lots of friends. You don’t know my life, uncle.”[/color] Irritation was starting to bleed clearly through Sylvia’s teeth.

[color=#f2a085]“Yeah, okay. That’s a lie. I know very well your mom moderates even your social life, but we gotta kick that to the curb. Look, let's get you connected. It’s important. I wouldn’t be anywhere if I hadn’t made the right friends. In fact, let’s make a deal, Sylv.”[/color] Abe got up off his bed, his fit, half-nude form fully illuminated by fluorescent light as he began to pace around his fanciful room. 

[color=#FDEF88]“Oh great. One of Uncle Abe’s famous deals. I can’t wait to hear this.”[/color] The peachy redhead gritted her teeth in anticipation. Her eyes never left the screen in front of her though, even as a red lock fell lazily over her face.

Abe strode over to a mostly bare, exquisite coffee table that dominated the main room of his temporary living quarters. His chocolate eyes peered down at a laptop’s screen, reading a recent email from Crystal Peak. [color=#f2a085]“There’s this thing going on at your school. The Students Activities Fair. Yeah, I still get the emails. I want you to go. Make a friend. Get your life together. If you go, I’ll make a generous donation to the life and times of Sylvia Vargas.”[/color]

[color=#FDEF88]“And if I don’t?”[/color] Sylvia inquired bluntly. Something told her this was about to get stupid. Her family, all of them, had a penchant for twisting things so they got their way, one way or another.

[color=#f2a085]“Well, maybe I’ll tell your parents about that friendship or whatever you’ve got going with… What was his name? Mr. Marlarkey? Scandalous.”[/color] A smirk flitted over Abe’s lips, knowing full well how this was going to end.

[color=#FDEF88]“Wow. Blackmailing your own niece? Some [i]Symbol of Valor[/i] you are. Screw you.”[/color] As much as she was pissed at being strong-armed into doing something she really had no interest in, she knew she didn’t really have a choice. It wasn’t a good idea to call her family out of their bluffs. Huffing, her eyes finally left her computer screen and she let her hands hit the Esc key so she could log out of the game. 

[color=#FDEF88]“But fine. I’ll go. I’m getting dressed now… Just leave Mr. Marlarkey out of this.”[/color] There was the sound of clear defeat in Sylvia’s words as she resigned herself to her uncle’s wishes.

[color=#f2a085]“Sorry, kid. Let it be a lesson to you. You don’t get anywhere, especially not where I am, without a little… let’s say… browbeating.”[/color]

Sylvia’s expression visibly soured at her uncle’s “lesson”. [color=#FDEF88]“Whatever. I’m hanging up now. I’ll call you later.”[/color] Before Abe could get another word out, Sylvia did exactly what she said she was going to do and abruptly disconnected from her frustrating call with her uncle. Standing in the middle of her little living space, she clenched her fists, closed her eyes, and suppressed the want to scream. This place was a [i]prison[/i], doubly so with her stuck living with a Warden. No, not just any Warden, but the [i]Head Warden[/i]. She wasn't sure what she had done in this life or the last to feel so confined. 

Hastily, her dainty hands dressed herself in a light green, floral-patterned blouse straight from Dior. Paired with it was a grey toned pleated skirt from Louis Vuitton. To finish her little outfit off, she slapped on a dash of lipstick, eyeliner, and then slipped on a pair of Hermès "Gris Argente" sandals. Simple. Breezy. Light. One of the silver linings of her family was the money since she could afford such expensive clothing, and boy, was it comfortable. With the ensemble ready, she picked up yet another vastly expensive accessory, her black Chanel handbag, and shuffled out of her dorm and toward the Fair. She left The Story So Far playing on repeat for her room mate to deal with. If it was gonna be another year with that guy, then Sylvia was certainly going to make him suffer with a plethora of minor inconveniences.