Post by illirica on Jul 18, 2022 20:54:14 GMT
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The city was stratified, as all cities were.
The buildings made it obvious, skyscrapers reaching towards the stars, a place for social climbers, for the wealthy, for the special. CEOs in their glass-windowed offices and boardrooms, trust fund heirs in their penthouses, looking down on everything else, everyone else - if they bothered to look down at all. Most of them kept their eyes on the horizon, so they wouldn't have to see the meek and miserable that they had trampled on to get where they were.
Pittsburgh.
She had lived in New York, once. She had lived in one of those dazzling penthouses, sure that she was the darling of everyone looking up at her. Sure that she deserved it - and for what? A moment in time, a moment that had been taken away as soon as someone had found out that someone like her had dared to climb too high.
Oh, he hadn't suffered. Her 'fiance', although given that he'd been married at the time, she didn't know if the word was fitting. There were a lot of words she could have called him, and did at times, in private. She couldn't call him any of those things in public, though, because apparently that was 'slander'. He had his lawyers to hide behind and his money to keep him comfortable, and so nothing had happened to him, and she was back to living with her parents in Pittsburgh, because she couldn't even afford an apartment of her own here.
It wasn't right. None of it was right, and plenty of people knew it was wrong, but the wealthy didn't care. Or, rather, they only cared to make sure that wages were too low so that all she could do was spend every moment going between multiple jobs, trying to afford what little she could scrape together.
She'd done it, for a while. She'd tried - until she'd seen him with a new 'fiancee,' one just as young as she had been, one who probably didn't know he was married either.
Things were going to be different, now. She had power now. Not wealth, no, but power, and she was going to see if power was equal to money after all.
She was calling herself ChromeWrecker. She could thank his wife for the idea. Some day, she'd get back at him - but he wasn't in Pittsburgh, and she wasn't in this entirely for revenge. No, she had a world to change, and she might as well start here.
She stood on top of a skyscraper - it had a name, but the name changed every five years or so when some other wealthy patron bought it out, so no one remembered. She'd chosen it for two reasons - the first, that it had enough cement in its composition that she didn't have to worry about bringing it down accidentally, and the second because it was directly beneath the takeoff flight path from the airport.
A few giant international flights had gone by, high overhead, but she ignored them. Someday, maybe - but she didn't want to start with terrorism. Not that sort of terrorism, anyway. People would miss the point. Instead, she waited, until a much smaller plane appeared - a private jet, no doubt owned by one of the ultra-rich. Maybe going to a meeting to discuss how to steal wages from the workers without getting caught, maybe taking heirs for a pleasure jaunt, maybe to go and meet a mistress who might or might not know about the rest of his family.
It was flying low - they usually did, to show off how special they were. The top of the skyscraper was just close enough to put her in range.
ChromeWrecker stared up at the sky, focusing on the bright spot of metal haloed by the sun - and pulled it apart, into nothing but dust. A cloud of it scattered - and the fabric and leather-covered chairs that remained would quickly plummet to the ground with the passenger or passengers, leaving an impact on at least the pavement, if not the world.
It was a good way to start things.
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The city was stratified, as all cities were.
The buildings made it obvious, skyscrapers reaching towards the stars, a place for social climbers, for the wealthy, for the special. CEOs in their glass-windowed offices and boardrooms, trust fund heirs in their penthouses, looking down on everything else, everyone else - if they bothered to look down at all. Most of them kept their eyes on the horizon, so they wouldn't have to see the meek and miserable that they had trampled on to get where they were.
Pittsburgh.
She had lived in New York, once. She had lived in one of those dazzling penthouses, sure that she was the darling of everyone looking up at her. Sure that she deserved it - and for what? A moment in time, a moment that had been taken away as soon as someone had found out that someone like her had dared to climb too high.
Oh, he hadn't suffered. Her 'fiance', although given that he'd been married at the time, she didn't know if the word was fitting. There were a lot of words she could have called him, and did at times, in private. She couldn't call him any of those things in public, though, because apparently that was 'slander'. He had his lawyers to hide behind and his money to keep him comfortable, and so nothing had happened to him, and she was back to living with her parents in Pittsburgh, because she couldn't even afford an apartment of her own here.
It wasn't right. None of it was right, and plenty of people knew it was wrong, but the wealthy didn't care. Or, rather, they only cared to make sure that wages were too low so that all she could do was spend every moment going between multiple jobs, trying to afford what little she could scrape together.
She'd done it, for a while. She'd tried - until she'd seen him with a new 'fiancee,' one just as young as she had been, one who probably didn't know he was married either.
Things were going to be different, now. She had power now. Not wealth, no, but power, and she was going to see if power was equal to money after all.
She was calling herself ChromeWrecker. She could thank his wife for the idea. Some day, she'd get back at him - but he wasn't in Pittsburgh, and she wasn't in this entirely for revenge. No, she had a world to change, and she might as well start here.
She stood on top of a skyscraper - it had a name, but the name changed every five years or so when some other wealthy patron bought it out, so no one remembered. She'd chosen it for two reasons - the first, that it had enough cement in its composition that she didn't have to worry about bringing it down accidentally, and the second because it was directly beneath the takeoff flight path from the airport.
A few giant international flights had gone by, high overhead, but she ignored them. Someday, maybe - but she didn't want to start with terrorism. Not that sort of terrorism, anyway. People would miss the point. Instead, she waited, until a much smaller plane appeared - a private jet, no doubt owned by one of the ultra-rich. Maybe going to a meeting to discuss how to steal wages from the workers without getting caught, maybe taking heirs for a pleasure jaunt, maybe to go and meet a mistress who might or might not know about the rest of his family.
It was flying low - they usually did, to show off how special they were. The top of the skyscraper was just close enough to put her in range.
ChromeWrecker stared up at the sky, focusing on the bright spot of metal haloed by the sun - and pulled it apart, into nothing but dust. A cloud of it scattered - and the fabric and leather-covered chairs that remained would quickly plummet to the ground with the passenger or passengers, leaving an impact on at least the pavement, if not the world.
It was a good way to start things.
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OC:
If you're not used to sandbox-style stuff, this is an event. It is currently
Remember that all characters need to have bios up on the characters area before they can join the event. While metagaming (using OC knowledge IC) isn't allowed, it can be a good idea to check the bios of others in events and see if that's something you want to throw in on.
If you have any questions, feel free to ask on Discord!
