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This night... it would be filled with ruckus, rage, angry mobs— gun fire every second, deceivers prowling around every corner to find the soon to be "subjects". One of those was a fugitive going by the name "Blue", which corresponds with their metallic blue hair. He was one of the very few who live in Hemlock to be brave enough to do what he'll do and think, feeling love— specifically for a person he would soon meet, who we'll call "Red". Most of who try these acts get caught, and die, some being hanged and humiliated... But, Blue had the feeling, the feeling that he could create a change— a change to everything in Hemlock... even if it kills him.232Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡqCePTdqTyh
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Swiftly, Blue came out of a shadowy alleyway, setting off to blend in with the large amount of people going on the train for work. All of them seemingly trying to fit in with the mould set in Hemlock— straight-faced, boring, loveless, "hard working" robots. To Blue, all of it is just a piece of shit kind of mould, being forced to follow that mould set, it disgusted him. Blue managed to safely pass through the bit of an unusual amount of people, it worried him somewhat, but he had better things to ruminate on as he watched his surroundings carefully. There was in fact something... he caught a person talking as he passed through the crowd— it was about him— from what he picked up in the few seconds. It seems that the deceivers had reported on "subjects" being more hidden, and smart, or whatever— well, Blue just took that as he's doing good, but, the deceivers might amp up their attacks on "subjects"— and that's no good.
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As he reached into the Highlands of Hemlock, Blue ran to his hideout, to grab his journal to write about today. It was about the usual time he gets back to the hide out, it being 8:20, and Blue knew how to uncover it, he just had to—... And now it's open, a dark stairwell, looking longer— and deeper than it really is. Blue shut the entrance before rushing down the steps and flipping the switch at the end of the stairs, now the decently sized room being lit well enough for him to figure where he last put it... Before going to it, Blue removed his dark grey hoodie and set it on a box near his journal, he didn't care much on the tidiness of his hideout, it makes it more interesting to look at. Then he snapped out about that— quickly grabbing his journal and a pen, now looking at the next clear page in it, writing down the date and entry before thinking of what to put for today.
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Entry 4.
Today, it was… the usual— somewhat. But I’m still hoping whatever I do in the future helps this place, sometimes I can’t take seeing people’s heads blasted off— in public… and… everyone there just had a blank look, it always feels off— up on the surface. Sometimes I second guess opening that latch to the outside, it’s just… a pain to even go outside of my hideout. But, I gotta stay cool and determined to make a change, that’s my purpose… I hope this works out.
Stay cool…
—Blue.
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After Blue finished writing, he let out a somewhat sad sigh, pondering a bit on something... then wrote back down a p.s. down below his name.
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*P.s. I just decided that ima go out and check the tunnels a bit more near the edge of the outside, maybe that'll make today more... interesting? Or fulfilling— I guess...*
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Then Blue shut the journal of his and moved it back to a more... hidden spot, he just felt the need to put it in a safer area. His knife sat on the ground, near his bed— weird... Blue gave it a confused look, now feeling like maybe having better spots for stuff would be good, but he just bent down and picked it up. His knife was not necessarily fancy, but he knew how special it really is, as who gave it to him made it very special... in a way unknown to him. 'I... I thought I put it on my desk... oh well, probably some animal got in...' Blue though as he glanced around to see if one did get in. It seemed like no, from the quietness that filled Blue's hideout. He just groaned, a bit annoyed and pissed from everything before he grabbed and put on his hoodie, as well as his shades. Having both his shades and hoodie on, including his knife, he was now ready to go back to the outside and explore a bit more for the night.
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*CREEK!*
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The latch to Blues hideout shut with a rather... unpleasant sound, making him slightly cringe, hoping nobody was near enough to hear it. It seemed like there was luck on Blue's side for a bit, though... he hoped it stays just for long enough. As he walked quickly, Blue had also been attentive to his surroundings, to make sure no one's near him—at least not a deceiver... He was now going North, towards the tunnel system, it wouldn't take him long at all; it's relatively close to his hideout.
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