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"And remember-"

The transmission was cut short by a white object flying into the telescreen and breaking it into pieces. Good riddance. One less device of my torture. And, unfortunately, one less low-key Confirmation telescreen.

Holly couldn't see any Pokemon in the direction that the bone had come from, so she let the small, forced smile fall from her lips and quickly left the area. She preferred to fulfill her duty of watching the Confirmation in less-inhabited places; while it was a more likely for her to be noticed when she frowned, or spoke in a sarcastic monotone as the result in a lapse of focus, at best the Pokemon in these areas gave her odd looks, and at worst an official would think her suspicious and try to talk to her. She ran when that happened.

She mulled over the new information in her head. The 'traitors' obviously shared her feelings about Big Brother, but they were also stupid. If they thought that a small group like them could have actually made a difference…sure, they'd possessed Big Brother's secrets, but that only made it more likely that they'd be watched. Any smart leader would only give his secrets to the most trusted Pokemon they knew…which immediately made them worthy of suspicion.

If it were discovered that she was homeless, she'd probably meet the same fate of the traitors. They'd figure out soon enough that she'd been stealing to eat, and even if they didn't, they might figure out who her parents were…and she'd be killed, most likely.

Eh, if she didn't get food soon, she'd probably die of starvation first. Food disappeared quickly when you had little of it.
 
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"Aye. Good then"

Sergeant clears the table by collecting his pictures into a pile, separating them from drawings and blank paper. He then pushes the used paper to the end of the table and turns to leave for his kitchen, leaving a stack of blank paper and pencils in front of Lucario girl in his living room.

He putters around a bit, looking for the kettle and starts to boil some water as he looks for the box of tea in his kitchen. on the walls around the living room are pictures of growing children painted and framed. There is a fairly large painting of a young Lopunny with pink fur in a simple white dress and flowers in her hair. She is smiling in the picture and holding a book on her lap.

"The tea should be ready soon"
 
"OK, thank you." Tyra called out, looking around at the old pictures. her eyes settled on one, of a Lopunny with flowers in her hair. Without thinking, she lifted one of the pencils in front of her and started trying to draw that on the blank paper. Of course she still wasn't very quick, but if Sergeant had been drawing all those pictures, maybe he wouldn't mind. She had never really had a true subject before.

Then unconsciously, she started humming to herself. It was a bit of a habit when she started to draw. She was usually alone when she did, so she would sing to herself too just so the silence didn't crush her.

Of course, sometimes force of habit could be a bad thing. She remembered back to one time where while delivering a package, she had muttered something grudgingly as she set the parcel down. And it turned out the person had been a police officer who looked particularly ticked off at her. She'd been amazed she was able to lie her way out of that one. Tyra chuckled a bit.
 
(wow, lots of posts already... I have some catching up to do. Let's see..)

Kali sat on the balcony of a small two-story restaurant, a meal of roasted sandshrew, sitting on a platter on her table. As the clocks turned to noon, like clockwork, large television screens around the city began to turn on, including several on the side of some buildings. A crowd began to form as nearby Pokémon filled out into the streets, looking toward one of the nearby television screens. Kali herself turned her head to face the screen. However, her focus was not on the television... no, her eyes began to watch the crowd itself, to look for signs of suspicious behavior. She kept up her guise of paying attention to the message like a normal citizen, even speaking the words with the crowd. But it was when a bone was hurled from behind a dumpster that she knew her true focus was not in vain. The dumpster was conveniently the same one the restaurant she was at dumped their garbage in after hours... it was in a neighboring alley. She caught a glimpse of the perpetrator, as it then began to dig into the ground. How nice... this should be fun... she grinned, standing up. Taking a small communications device in her paw, she sent a text message to her two partners, who were stationed in slightly different parts of the area, reading, "A television has been smashed. I found the culprit." She walked over to the side of the balcony and leapt off, landing by the alley, and walked toward the hole. With a single foot, she suddenly sent an Earthquake shockwave along the hole, toward the Marowak inside. Diggers just make it so much easier to deal with... they trap themselves in their own hole...
 
Orlin jumped when a flying object smashed into the telescreen. So there are others who despise Big Brother... I could use this to my advantage, he thought. He floated to where the bone had come from. In an alley behind a dumpster. He was about to go behind the dumpster when a flygon appeared, and began attacking a digging pokemon. Well that's hardly fair, he thought, I should help this poor fellow out. And with that he launched a shadow ball at the unsuspecting flygon before him.
 
Speed chuckled, standing up from the spot in his room suddenly. He hadn't been watching Big Brother's thing speech, but could hear it from downstairs. Almnoh.. was it a better place than here, with no Big Brother? In any case, his parents were out, so they wouldn't know he hadn't watched Big Brother's telecast or whatever.

How he waited for the day that he could smash the telescreen into a million of tiny, glassy bits. Oh yes. Wrapping a bandana around his arm, Speed walked out of his house, headed for.. somewhere. Wandering with a plastic smile on his face usually got him somewhere.


"Kill them," Milla hissed, nodded as Itzal said Big Brother loved them. And then a bone flew into the telescreen, making a cry rise from her mouth. Terrorists! Or suicide bombers, someone doesn't believe in Bi Brother's love, he'll find them, but we'll all die, we'll- Milla drew in a sharp breath, and evened her breathing.

"That was scary," she whispered, and looked down at the ground. She could stay out for a while, though Milla no longer wanted to be in the square. Urgh. Floating away, Milla started to wander, noticing Speed up the street and moving towards him.
 
"Come out of there, Kali growled at the hole, as the parts already made began to collapse from the earthquake. But then she suddenly noticed a ball of dark energy hurled at her. It was too late to block it, and she staggered backward from the attack, but she was able to see who threw it... a Haunter. She decided to play innocent. "Why did you attack me? I'm not the one who destroyed public property and ruined the Confirmation. That criminal is in this hole, and I'm only being a good citizen in trying to punish him. If you want though, you can help me turn him in." If the Haunter was a normal citizen who just made an honest mistake, she'd know by his reaction... but if instead he was a criminal who wanted to help his friend escape, well, at least she'd know that as well. She pressed a button on her communicator, however, sending a signal for backup just in case.
 
"Heh. Marowak. Got it..."

Muttering to nobody in particular, Marshall exited from viewing the message he received on his communicator, and, after looking at a radar of sorts that he broguht up with a button, dropped it into the small satchel that was attached to his belt. He was stationed in a shadowy corner where two buildings met, looking right out at the already-leaving crowd around the telescreen. He stepped out of the shadows and began to walk through the sea of Pokémon; he somehow managed to find gaps between people and thus managed to pick his way across the crowd with ease. Eventually he emerged at the other side, and barely had time to register the bright green, curved back of his partner Kali before a rushing orb of darkness smashed into her.

Marshall was about to shout out and retaliate, throw himself at the Haunter, but he stopped himself as Kali began to talk calmly to her attacker. Deciding to go along with this plan, he strolled slowly over to Kali and the Haunter, smiling as pleasantly as his leather-like face would allow.

"What's happening here?" he asked, "Did you just throw a Shadow Ball at my friend here, sir?" He tried to sound the least angry and intimidating he could.
 
As they continued their arduous trek through the city, Naxalge noticed a broken telescreen a few blocks away from the telescreen she and Miss Delilah had passed. She looked at it for a few moments, then to the shocked crowd gathered around it.

"Excuse me... please... let me get through! Honestly... why is ever-" And then, the Kangaskhan gasped as she caught sight of the shattered screen. For a moment, she froze. And the Flaaffy caught sight of what seemed to be a Flygon and a Hitmontop congregated around a hole. She watched them silently, with interest, as her caretaker was distracted with questioning people in the crowd about who could have done such a thing.

"I dunno," said a voice of a Pokemon she wasn't looking at, "But whoever it is, they're screwed, all right." And then he chuckled. His chuckle was only stoking the fire she could feel welling up within her, small electric sparks were coming off of her fleece.
 
Sergeant returns from the kitcheh holding a tray with to cups of tea. He silently walks over and places the tray on the table, moving to look over her shoulder at the picture she was sketching. He watches her silently, a small smile on his face when he hears the soft humming.

There is still hope for the young it seems.

"You're very good at that. Quite rare to see talent from a young one like you."

He walks over to a chair and sits, passing a cup of tea toward her.

"Greenshleeves...the tune you were humming, was that, no?"

He smiles over at her, looking like a old grampa as he holds out her tea to her.
 
Orlin chuckled. "Why no, of course not. I was aiming at the fool in the hole, and she got in my way. It was in no way my fault if she is hurt." He looked over to the flygon. "By the way, getting into the hole usually helps to catch the criminal responsible." He waved a hand at the hole. "If your so eager to have this traitor dead, why don't you go after him. I'm sure you'll be rewarded. I must go now, but I wish you the best of luck." He turned from the pair, smiling to himself as he did so, then turned the corner, but went no further. He clung to the wall. Let's see just how thirsty for "justice" you are... he thought to himself.
 
Tyra looked up at the old bird, smiling as she took the sleeves. "Is that what it's called? My... mother taught it to me while my father would help me draw. They were.. rebels, you see, and they tried to teach me to be the same. Unfortunately they were caught when I was younger, and the government sent me to a home while they killed them because they fought back. They tried to teach me the lies... but I couldn't. I couldn't believe them." tears were rolling down her cheeks now. It was getting harder to hold it in now that she was reminded...

...And then she couldn't take it anymore.

"I hate Big Brother! I hate what he's done! I want to see him taken down and killed!" she sobbed, albeit not too loudly, "All I want is to be able to share myself with the world instead of living a lie..." when she finally finished, she became aware of what she had said and hung her head. "You can turn me in now, I don't care... Maybe they'll kill me too so I'll be free..."
 
"I will do no such thing to a fellow comrade."

He picks up his tea and sips a bit of the liquid, eyes trained on the young girl in front of him and sees her tears as the final answer to his test. He slips his hand into his pocket and draws out a white cloth, handing it to her.

"Here Child. Nothing worse than seeing a pretty girl cry."
 
It was no sooner than when Zemhal began digging his hole that he felt the ground around him begin to shake heavily. Hopefully, this would go according to his plan, the only problem was remaining conscious.

The ground shook for a few moment, and it hurt Zemhal to hold on to the ground beneath him, in order to not be thrown about the entire tunnel. The shaking took more energy out of Zemhal than he thought it would, but he managed to crawl out of the tunnel, after the shaking had finished. He found himself looking up at a Flygon, hopefully the one that he was looking for. Suddenly, Zemhal's stomach felt as if it was moving upwards. The earthquake must have caused this nausea. He attempted to hold it back, but failed. He spewed vomit all over the Flygon.

((Na na na na na na!!! :P))
 
Acha and Basha watched in unison as the screen turned off.

"He doesn't care," whispered Basha after a moment.

"Who?"

"...Him. Them. If they do care... they don't for us. Only for the normal people."

"You're upset about the tests again, aren't you?"

"What else could I be afraid of right now?"

"They do care. I keep on telling you, that's why they do the tests at all. Don't you think, that if they didn't care, they would just look at us and see nothing but our weaknesses? They would just kill us if they didn't care."

"I said that they don't care about us, not that they weren't smart. They know it's better to get any work at all from somebody than just killing them."

Acha was about to retort, but then a Machoke who worked for the government opened their door, and they had to stop arguing.

He said nothing, only beckoning to them to follow him. Both knew exactly what was happening - their daily test, following the Confirmation. In the halls of the government building, Basha noticed how the Machoke flinched away from them, as if though having two heads was a highly contagious disease.

((I was planning to have Basha also say, "Why do you think Hitler kept some of the people alive in work squads?" but then I realized that WWII probably never happened here :P))
 
...Comrade?

So he did think like her. That alone made her feel a little better.

"I'm sorry, sir..." Tyra sighed, taking the cloth and wiping her eyes away. She took a sip of the tea and exhaled. "The memory of my parents is... a touchy subject... but I've never burst out like that before." she stared at the ground. "I suppose it's all the better, if I had I'dve been caught a long time ago. I'm sure you know what it's like to live a lie. Especially for me. It gets real hard sometimes."
 
"I've been living this lie since they took away my wife and children from me. They think I'm a beaten old man that no longer tries to fight them. I may be old, and my bones fragile from age, but that doesn't stop my spirit and mind from working the way it does."

He looks over at the sheet that hid his device, the lone thing that lived in his house since they took his wife. He then gets up and removes the sheet and starts to click away on the keys to make his response to the Gallade that contacted him.

'If you wish to see the day without hell's fire, walk toward the river where sun drowns every night. Upon a hill that over looks, there will stand a single house that houses the force of the future'

If you can understand this, then you will know where to go. You are not alone.

He then sends the message and erases the traces and tracks with practised ease, turning back to the young Lucario in his living room.

"I am running a small resistance...I keep it small because it is less likely to be betrayed by your members. I've learned from my past mistakes and won't move on the system until I know it is the time to strike. Do you join me or do you return to the world you've grown up in. It is up to you, Child."
 
...Now or never, Tyra.

On the one hand, the stakes were high. If they were caught, they all were tortured, killed and reviled. On the other... She didn't have any friends anyway, until maybe now. And they'd be hated and reviled with her, which made her feel better. But... this. It was the one thing she had been waiting for.

"Sir, I would be honored to join your ranks. To free myself and the rest of the people. And to avenge my parents. I'm sick of the lies." the decision was made, and Tyra didn't regret it a bit. She still would be wary, of course, but that was only natural in a world like this where anyone could turn you in at any moment.

It wasn't like the government would set up an elaborate trap like this for just one person who wasn't even defying that much.
 
"Then I wish you welcome. Now...we may not be able to meet that often, but whenever you need to talk, I'll be here. I need you to continue doing the job you do as if this never happened."

He then rests a hand on the picture she drew.

"There will always be a place for you to draw here. When I am able, I will make you a device like mine so we can communicate that way Miss...heh. It seems I don't remember you telling me your name. What would that be?"
 
Kali grumbled and reached down to grab Zemhal by the neck with her forepaw, just below the trademark bone skull. "You don't know how much trouble you're in for now, mister." She began to squeeze a little bit, then. "I should just crunch your head off right now... it would save everyone a lot of trouble." She leapt off up into the air, spreading her wings and began to fly, carrying the Marowak, then pressed a button to activate the voice mode of her communicator, now that she was starting to get away from the public. "I'll take him down for questioning... keep on the lookout, guys."

(failpost)
 
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