It was the late afternoon, Carissa hitched a ride to the edge of the city with some local punks and was currently on the monorail towards the spot where she had been tagging a few nights before. Her earbuds were in and her [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PR0ohbxwCcs]music[/url] was blaring so loud that she almost ended up missing her stop. Carissa made it out just before the doors closed and started her way walking. A few people stared at her, her hair was unwashed and her jeans were a mess with patches and rips. She looked a little out of place in the complacency people had fallen into after the police state had really came into effect and hit hard.

She reached her destination. It was a large white office just like the rest of the buildings in the city, however it was obviously different in one aspect. Someone had put a bit of life back on it in the way of what was essentially a doodle of Carissa's. It was in her distinct archaic style of a female soldier in the style of a Vietnam vet with the signature anarchy symbol painted on the front of her helmet and with various anti-government slogans on the jacket. It was signed with the familiar signature of simply "Anarcho". She smiled at it before realizing that someone had painted over part of the art. At first she was starting to get angry before she realized what it actually meant. She remembered people in her old running crew talking about this before and how it was quite a prestigious honour. She went up to read the scrap of paper that was left there, she knew exactly what that meant to her.

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Carissa was walking towards the building, trying to keep out of the way of cameras. She knew she could get herself out of the footage but she didn't want to put her friend through too much work tomorrow. She had her bandanna on just in case she had any run-ins, though she was confident enough in herself to avoid them or at least run away in time for it all to be okay. Her only worry about today was finding a place to crash, she knew she couldn't sleep outside any more since the curfew came into effect, and it would be too far for her to try to make her way out of the city and to the abandoned suburbs in order to actually get what she would call a good night's sleep.

The building Carissa was looking for came into view, it was at this point she sprinted to the side of the building and hid under a window for a few seconds to catch her breath. She heard voices inside, they didn't sound like the police but for all she knew they very well could be. She took a few deep breaths before vaulting over the wall and through the window. Though she couldn't see for shit she didn't think she saw any police uniforms on anyone. "Will you guys calm down? You realize you can be heard from outside, right?" She said in a way that wasn't too loud that it can be clearly heard from outside, but that could be heard by the few that had already showed up in the building.