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thecapitol2014-02-16 02:24 pm
amplifying) wrote in thecapitol2014-02-16 02:24 pm
rogue ◎ open!
Who| beck and YOU!
What| a rebellious program wants to start something
Where| out and around
When| now!
Warnings/Notes| none yet!
( training center )
Beck wasn't happy.
To be honest, he hadn't been completely happy since he came here. Since before, even. Things were messed up here. As a program, he used to think that Users were the greatest. They created the Grid he lived in, they told him of his primary function and a place to work at. Users were supposed to be everything above a program.
But they weren't "above" programs here. These Users were just as bad as the programs at home who idolized over the games, only worse. In the Grid, nobody brought back the same competitors because they were dead- who cared? But here, it was a repeating cycle. They knew that the tributes would hurt here when they died, but they brought them back anyway.
It was sick.
In Argon City, Beck was originally supposed to be a mechanic. But before he left, he was a rogue program. The Grid was being overtaken by a dictator of sorts, and he had been fighting against him. Any little thing he did to slow down the Occupation, he did it. Beck loved to fight, to be the Renegade. So why couldn't he be the Renegade here?
He frowned as he thought, picking up a spear nearby. He drew his arm back and tossed it forward with a yell, aiming for the center of a stuffed dummy nearby.
( commons )
Okay. He wanted to start a rebellion. He knew how to do it; for a while, Beck had been running around on the streets, trying to gain supporters by his actions and those alone. As far as he knew, he had been...getting better at it. There wasn't a full-scale revolution going on, but as far as he was concerned, it was getting started.
But it wouldn't work here, would it?
Beck wasn't a program anymore; the only part of him that represented that was the identity disc on his back. And honestly, that wasn't really helpful to him here. He was pure flesh and blood, almost fragile in a way. The last few times in the arena kind of showed that to him.
Supporters. A rebellion needed supporters...
...but who would want to here? In a place where Users knew how to manipulate other Users, and sent them through punishments, and penalties in the arena...this wouldn't work, would it?
Beck sighed, and ran a hand through his hair. Things weren't the same as they were in the Grid. Could he even make it through this?
What| a rebellious program wants to start something
Where| out and around
When| now!
Warnings/Notes| none yet!
( training center )
Beck wasn't happy.
To be honest, he hadn't been completely happy since he came here. Since before, even. Things were messed up here. As a program, he used to think that Users were the greatest. They created the Grid he lived in, they told him of his primary function and a place to work at. Users were supposed to be everything above a program.
But they weren't "above" programs here. These Users were just as bad as the programs at home who idolized over the games, only worse. In the Grid, nobody brought back the same competitors because they were dead- who cared? But here, it was a repeating cycle. They knew that the tributes would hurt here when they died, but they brought them back anyway.
It was sick.
In Argon City, Beck was originally supposed to be a mechanic. But before he left, he was a rogue program. The Grid was being overtaken by a dictator of sorts, and he had been fighting against him. Any little thing he did to slow down the Occupation, he did it. Beck loved to fight, to be the Renegade. So why couldn't he be the Renegade here?
He frowned as he thought, picking up a spear nearby. He drew his arm back and tossed it forward with a yell, aiming for the center of a stuffed dummy nearby.
( commons )
Okay. He wanted to start a rebellion. He knew how to do it; for a while, Beck had been running around on the streets, trying to gain supporters by his actions and those alone. As far as he knew, he had been...getting better at it. There wasn't a full-scale revolution going on, but as far as he was concerned, it was getting started.
But it wouldn't work here, would it?
Beck wasn't a program anymore; the only part of him that represented that was the identity disc on his back. And honestly, that wasn't really helpful to him here. He was pure flesh and blood, almost fragile in a way. The last few times in the arena kind of showed that to him.
Supporters. A rebellion needed supporters...
...but who would want to here? In a place where Users knew how to manipulate other Users, and sent them through punishments, and penalties in the arena...this wouldn't work, would it?
Beck sighed, and ran a hand through his hair. Things weren't the same as they were in the Grid. Could he even make it through this?
Re: ahaaaaaaAAAAA!
This coming from a guy who hasn't killed anyone yet. And doesn't want to.
Beck sighed, crossing his arms as he watched Rat flip through the pages. "I don't understand why people do it."
Re: ahaaaaaaAAAAA!
Re: ahaaaaaaAAAAA!
"Do you want me to thank you for killing me?" He didn't understand blood loss and all of that jazz. He didn't really understand that what Rat did was actually a good thing. There's so much that Beck doesn't know about the human body still, and it irritates him. "Well then, thanks. Also thanks for tricking me and stabbing me twice."
Re: ahaaaaaaAAAAA!
Re: ahaaaaaaAAAAA!
Re: ahaaaaaaAAAAA!
Re: ahaaaaaaAAAAA!
Beck couldn't say he ever met someone like this before. Someone who killed you out of a dirty trick, and then wanted you to be more appreciative because he decided to kill you and spare you. Not even a program was like that. Were they?
He liked to think there were none. "Fine." Beck glared at Rat's back, and started to walk away. He had better things to do rather than get caught up in this stuff.