Frost 13th, 80 AC - 11:30 AM
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Oh man. Oh man, oh man, oh man. This was not good. This was never supposed to happen! Why am I heeeeeere!?' Thoughts raced through Dee Ree's head as she peaked her head around the corner, looking out into a busy street of the commercial district. It was cold, but it wasn't
just cold, no that would be too easy, wouldn't it! It was cold and it was
early! "
Who even gets up before noon?" The small girl mused to herself as she stepped back out of sight from those on the street and back into the alley.
This had been the worst few weeks of the poor faunus' life. First, her parents send her out to a camp during a winter break of all times, and then... and then she... got on the wrong bus.
Dee looked down at the object in her hand. A bottle that looked like it was probably used to hold wine in the past sat in the palm of her hand, its contents swashing around within it. Now that she really thought things over, it was her fault this all happened. If she had just gotten on the right bus, she wouldn't have been in this situation. The first tip that she wasn't where she was supposed to be was when the sign for "Camp Super Sun Fun" wasn't hung on the side of the bus. The second tip was probably when she exited the bus into a warehouse filled with members of the White Fang.
She wanted to just leave! Of course she did! But... what if they looked at her weird or were angry at her- that would be so embarrassing! So she went along with everything. Equality this, racism that, all of it. She didn't agree with what she had to do, sure, but there was a sense of something bigger than herself that finally clicked within her that was immediately drowned out by the clack of anxiety.
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What if the police find me!? What if I'm killed!? What if I have to leave Vale!?' Dee let out an audible gasp as another thought crossed her mind. '
What if mom and dad find out!? Oh gods, they'll be so upset if they find out I'm a terroris-' The girl mentally slapped herself on the hand. '
- Freedom fighter. Not terrorist. But...' Her gaze returned to the bottle in her hand as she ran her finger along the curve of the glass and onto the soft and wet cloth that fit snugly into the mouth of the bottle.
The girl let out an exasperated moan as she brought her eyes back up to the street just outside of the alley. more specifically, to the establishment that was across the street, "The Thyme Bomb"; trendy cafe by day, club by night, and full time denier of faunus workers. Apparently the lady that owned the place, Lynn, didn't want "animals" handling the food. At least, that's what Cornix told her.
Dee reached into her pocket and fiddled with the lighter that sat within her oversize hoodie. The one solace in the whole mess was when Cornix told her she could wear anything she wanted as long as she wore her mask and head a hood on. The hoodie, pajama pants, and comfy boots wrapped themselves warmly around Dee's body as she waited, and waited, and waited, and waited for the signa- and there it was.
A man was pushed out of doors of the Thyme Bomb by a large man. After a fit of swearing, the faunus shot a glance to Dee and angrily stomped off away from the building. If everything went to plan, he just left a large mess of spilled liquor on the floor. '
Okay, Dee. You can do this! Just like you practiced! Just like it's written on the cards!'
Several heads turned to the exit of an alleyway, some in concern and some in curiosity, as a small faunus girl with two small antlers on her head stepped out of it wearing a White Fang mask and holding something behind her back.
"
P-p-people of Vale!" The girl called out nervously. Why did so many people have to stare at her? "
This place r-refuses to hire faunus workers and k-kicks out faunus for no reason!" Oh god, people are looking at her weird. "
The White Fang won't stand for this sort of blatant discrimination!" She paused for a moment before adding "
Will everyone p-please move away from the building?"