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This is Rue's first visit to the Metropolis.
As you can see.. She pretty much hates it.

Her story is very much inspired by THG C:
So if there are similarities, I intended there to be xD

This is the first time I tried an actual background. I'm not too good at them. Spare me.

And she's shiny because I intended the Metro to look super fake and stuff C:
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A gust of wind entangled itself around my skin and I shiver uncontrollably. At least I'm not in that claustrophobic metal tank of an aircraft anymore. But I might as well have been; I was panting like I had just run a marathon.

When I thought about coming to the Metro, I never once thought that I would come like this. I always thought that I would be part of a rebellion. An uprising. The leader of everything anti-Metro. But instead, I have been swept into the notorious city in peculiar circumstances.

Everything that I had previously thought of the Metropolis was all coming back to me now. The nightmares showed a dark decrepit city filled with shady alleyways and sketchy men. The posters displayed an array of bright colors and glorious-looking people. They have both lied to me.

There were no dark alleys like my dreams foretold. No blood-stained asphalt or overflowing trashcans. In fact, there wasn't a single piece of litter in sight. Not a blemish on the bright cobalt pathway or the shimmering silver buildings that towered what I can only assume were hundreds of feet in the air. Not one flaw. The city had been created out of complete perfection. Not a crack in the cement. Not a flake on the paint. Simply flawless.

It shoved a deep ominous feeling into the pit of my stomach.

The people here did not wear dark hoods and did not possess sinister glowing eyes like the nightmares showed. And unlike the posters, the people who populated the massive city were not beautiful. They were grotesque. Their hair and eyes were peculiar, unnatural colors that didn't flatter their disturbing skin colors. I have seen my share of the freak people when they would come to the vacation spots on our island. But never to this extent.

A woman walked by me as if I was thin air. Her nose had been altered so it looked more like a traffic cone. A perfect pointed cylinder. Her hair was a burst of orange, greens and purples and molded to look like a huge slick of whipped cream. Her eyelashes weren't eyelashes at all. But instead peacock feathers that brushed her orange cheeks whilst she blinked. She was dressed in a lovely silk dress that brushed her painted toes. Perhaps the dress was the only thing about her that deemed beautiful to me.

And she was not alone. Ahead of me were a group of platinum-headed men and women, their eyes, lips and cheeks portraying every color imaginable. One of them had skin that resembled the color of a lilac.

The children were the most disturbing. A little girl was walking, her hand inside her orange-skinned mother's, with a daisy literally protruding from her skull. The little flower bloomed brightly, its petals perfect and tender. Little transparent wings sprouted from the child's back, the veins glistening in the sunlight. When she turned towards me, I saw that her eyes were all a light blue. No pupil. No whites. Just a solid light blue. I suppose she was supposed to look like a little fairy. And maybe that was what was considered adorable here in the Metro. But I felt nothing but pity for the poor child. She barely looked human.

I don't understand why the people of this stupid city feel the need to make themselves look like mutants.

I cannot help but feel a deep sort of hatred for every being of this city. Because of them, so many are suffering. They look at us like we are trash. And what do we do? We glorify them like they are gods and goddesses. Most people back home would die to be in my shoes. Most people dream about taking even just a single breath of the so-called paradise of Petrona. But not me.

Back home on my island, I always felt that the Metronians were out of place. With their bright hair and skin, their fake features and creepy eyes. They seemed alien. But now as I stand before the never-ending buildings before me, surrounded by people who all looked so peculiar, I couldn't help but feel out of place myself.

I stared down at myself. Dressed in a ragged white shirt and torn shorts, my wooden spear at my hand. The tables have turned. To them, I must be a complete freak.

"How do you like it Rue"?

His voice brought me back to reality. I turned my head towards Christophe, the son of the man who pretty much owned this disturbing city. He was stepping out of the dark blue aircraft that carried us here from Zone 4.

Out of all the Metronians citizens I have seen in my life, Christophe was one of the more subtle. Possessing nothing but a bright purple streak against his blonde hair. His eyes may have been surgically altered as well -I was pretty certain that light blue, gold, and green was not a natural eye color. But other than that, he seemed almost like the rest of us. It was sort of ironic.

You'd think that because his father was the most powerful man in Petrona, Christophe would be all over the Metro and their weird beauty rituals.

"It's a change," I replied a little too curtly to him.

I expected the boy to notice my attitude. Instead he just smiled. Again with those smiles. It was as if nothing fazed this kid. "I sort of prefer your little island myself." A chuckle escaped him

Yeah right. My poverty-stricken island where people dying from starvation was the norm?

I rolled my eyes but immediately regretted it. One of Christophe's several body guards was staring at me skeptically. Well of course they'd be keeping a close eye. Having a peculiar Dweller in the Great City must be skeptical. None of the Zone-born ever went the Metropolis. It just wasn't a common thing. Besides, it isn't like Dwellers can get into the city on their own. They are forbidden by the strictest law.

But here I was. A Dweller from Zone 4. A common girl in an ocean of the rich and wealthy. And for what reason? Because somehow, I had caught the interest of the Lord's son. So much so that he wanted to bring me back to his home. It was something unheard of. A Metropolis citizen falling in love with a common Zone Dweller? It was against everything that the Lord of Petrona preaches. Against the very being of humanity.

In normal circumstances, Christophe would've been eradicated from public interaction. I, massacred mercilessly. It simply was something that did not happen.

But nobody can touch Christophe. He was the Lord's son. He was the Metropolis' own Prince. But that didn't mean that the people of his city wouldn't give him questioning glances.

Mostly they were just looks of disbelief and bewilderment. But occasionally, the two of us got a glare of hatred and anger. Mostly directed at me of course. Because in their eyes, I was an abomination. A plague. A different species that did not belong in the lovely haven that was the Metropolis.

"They're looking at us weird, Christophe.. " I say in a low whisper.

The blonde-haired boy swatted the air nonchalantly. "Disregard them. They're just not used to seeing Zone-born in the city. But I promise, nothing will come of harm to you. Not while I'm here." He settled his arm around my shoulders and held me slightly closer to him.

My first instinct was to shove him away. I didn't like people touching me. Much less holding me. Until I remembered that I was supposed to be in love with this man. After all, that is the reason why he brought me here in the first place right? Because he was in love with me and I was returning his feelings by agreeing to come with him to the Great City.

But I know that that I did not come to the city because I was in love with the Metro's Prince. In fact, I detested him. How can I ever love someone whose father was the monster who causes so much pain? And even if I was infatuated with a Metronian, no degree of feelings would ever be enough for me to even step foot on such a disgusting city such as this.

But at this moment, I simply do not have a choice.

I came to the Great City for my little brother and sister, who were so cold-heartedly destroyed by the Metro for a reason I have yet to find out. I came to save my mother, who I know must be in a white room being tortured for God knows what.

I can almost hear her screams. As they mercilessly beat her for answers that she doesn't even know. I can hear the whips lash. The chains jingling. And it insights hatred within me.

If I wanted to save my mother, to avenge my little brother and sister, I had to pretend I was in love with Christophe. He was my only ticket to the Metropolis. And a pretty amazing ticket too. With him being practically royalty, I could have access to the highest government officials. The highest forms of discipline.

I can possibly trick Christophe into finding my mother. Maybe even get her free if I was able to word things right.

And all I had to do was pretend I was madly in love with this man.

Yes.

The plan sounded fool-proof. At least at the moment.

I entangle my fingers around the man whom I was pretending to be infatuated with. He seemed to like the gesture.

"Let's go, Christophe." I say in my best playful voice, "Why don't you show me the perks of this city you call The Metropolis."

Description
This is Rue's first visit to the Metropolis.
As you can see.. She pretty much hates it.

Her story is very much inspired by THG C:
So if there are similarities, I intended there to be xD

This is the first time I tried an actual background. I'm not too good at them. Spare me.

And she's shiny because I intended the Metro to look super fake and stuff C:
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A gust of wind entangled itself around my skin and I shiver uncontrollably. At least I'm not in that claustrophobic metal tank of an aircraft anymore. But I might as well have been; I was panting like I had just run a marathon.

When I thought about coming to the Metro, I never once thought that I would come like this. I always thought that I would be part of a rebellion. An uprising. The leader of everything anti-Metro. But instead, I have been swept into the notorious city in peculiar circumstances.

Everything that I had previously thought of the Metropolis was all coming back to me now. The nightmares showed a dark decrepit city filled with shady alleyways and sketchy men. The posters displayed an array of bright colors and glorious-looking people. They have both lied to me.

There were no dark alleys like my dreams foretold. No blood-stained asphalt or overflowing trashcans. In fact, there wasn't a single piece of litter in sight. Not a blemish on the bright cobalt pathway or the shimmering silver buildings that towered what I can only assume were hundreds of feet in the air. Not one flaw. The city had been created out of complete perfection. Not a crack in the cement. Not a flake on the paint. Simply flawless.

It shoved a deep ominous feeling into the pit of my stomach.

The people here did not wear dark hoods and did not possess sinister glowing eyes like the nightmares showed. And unlike the posters, the people who populated the massive city were not beautiful. They were grotesque. Their hair and eyes were peculiar, unnatural colors that didn't flatter their disturbing skin colors. I have seen my share of the freak people when they would come to the vacation spots on our island. But never to this extent.

A woman walked by me as if I was thin air. Her nose had been altered so it looked more like a traffic cone. A perfect pointed cylinder. Her hair was a burst of orange, greens and purples and molded to look like a huge slick of whipped cream. Her eyelashes weren't eyelashes at all. But instead peacock feathers that brushed her orange cheeks whilst she blinked. She was dressed in a lovely silk dress that brushed her painted toes. Perhaps the dress was the only thing about her that deemed beautiful to me.

And she was not alone. Ahead of me were a group of platinum-headed men and women, their eyes, lips and cheeks portraying every color imaginable. One of them had skin that resembled the color of a lilac.

The children were the most disturbing. A little girl was walking, her hand inside her orange-skinned mother's, with a daisy literally protruding from her skull. The little flower bloomed brightly, its petals perfect and tender. Little transparent wings sprouted from the child's back, the veins glistening in the sunlight. When she turned towards me, I saw that her eyes were all a light blue. No pupil. No whites. Just a solid light blue. I suppose she was supposed to look like a little fairy. And maybe that was what was considered adorable here in the Metro. But I felt nothing but pity for the poor child. She barely looked human.

I don't understand why the people of this stupid city feel the need to make themselves look like mutants.

I cannot help but feel a deep sort of hatred for every being of this city. Because of them, so many are suffering. They look at us like we are trash. And what do we do? We glorify them like they are gods and goddesses. Most people back home would die to be in my shoes. Most people dream about taking even just a single breath of the so-called paradise of Petrona. But not me.

Back home on my island, I always felt that the Metronians were out of place. With their bright hair and skin, their fake features and creepy eyes. They seemed alien. But now as I stand before the never-ending buildings before me, surrounded by people who all looked so peculiar, I couldn't help but feel out of place myself.

I stared down at myself. Dressed in a ragged white shirt and torn shorts, my wooden spear at my hand. The tables have turned. To them, I must be a complete freak.

"How do you like it Rue"?

His voice brought me back to reality. I turned my head towards Christophe, the son of the man who pretty much owned this disturbing city. He was stepping out of the dark blue aircraft that carried us here from Zone 4.

Out of all the Metronians citizens I have seen in my life, Christophe was one of the more subtle. Possessing nothing but a bright purple streak against his blonde hair. His eyes may have been surgically altered as well -I was pretty certain that light blue, gold, and green was not a natural eye color. But other than that, he seemed almost like the rest of us. It was sort of ironic.

You'd think that because his father was the most powerful man in Petrona, Christophe would be all over the Metro and their weird beauty rituals.

"It's a change," I replied a little too curtly to him.

I expected the boy to notice my attitude. Instead he just smiled. Again with those smiles. It was as if nothing fazed this kid. "I sort of prefer your little island myself." A chuckle escaped him

Yeah right. My poverty-stricken island where people dying from starvation was the norm?

I rolled my eyes but immediately regretted it. One of Christophe's several body guards was staring at me skeptically. Well of course they'd be keeping a close eye. Having a peculiar Dweller in the Great City must be skeptical. None of the Zone-born ever went the Metropolis. It just wasn't a common thing. Besides, it isn't like Dwellers can get into the city on their own. They are forbidden by the strictest law.

But here I was. A Dweller from Zone 4. A common girl in an ocean of the rich and wealthy. And for what reason? Because somehow, I had caught the interest of the Lord's son. So much so that he wanted to bring me back to his home. It was something unheard of. A Metropolis citizen falling in love with a common Zone Dweller? It was against everything that the Lord of Petrona preaches. Against the very being of humanity.

In normal circumstances, Christophe would've been eradicated from public interaction. I, massacred mercilessly. It simply was something that did not happen.

But nobody can touch Christophe. He was the Lord's son. He was the Metropolis' own Prince. But that didn't mean that the people of his city wouldn't give him questioning glances.

Mostly they were just looks of disbelief and bewilderment. But occasionally, the two of us got a glare of hatred and anger. Mostly directed at me of course. Because in their eyes, I was an abomination. A plague. A different species that did not belong in the lovely haven that was the Metropolis.

"They're looking at us weird, Christophe.. " I say in a low whisper.

The blonde-haired boy swatted the air nonchalantly. "Disregard them. They're just not used to seeing Zone-born in the city. But I promise, nothing will come of harm to you. Not while I'm here." He settled his arm around my shoulders and held me slightly closer to him.

My first instinct was to shove him away. I didn't like people touching me. Much less holding me. Until I remembered that I was supposed to be in love with this man. After all, that is the reason why he brought me here in the first place right? Because he was in love with me and I was returning his feelings by agreeing to come with him to the Great City.

But I know that that I did not come to the city because I was in love with the Metro's Prince. In fact, I detested him. How can I ever love someone whose father was the monster who causes so much pain? And even if I was infatuated with a Metronian, no degree of feelings would ever be enough for me to even step foot on such a disgusting city such as this.

But at this moment, I simply do not have a choice.

I came to the Great City for my little brother and sister, who were so cold-heartedly destroyed by the Metro for a reason I have yet to find out. I came to save my mother, who I know must be in a white room being tortured for God knows what.

I can almost hear her screams. As they mercilessly beat her for answers that she doesn't even know. I can hear the whips lash. The chains jingling. And it insights hatred within me.

If I wanted to save my mother, to avenge my little brother and sister, I had to pretend I was in love with Christophe. He was my only ticket to the Metropolis. And a pretty amazing ticket too. With him being practically royalty, I could have access to the highest government officials. The highest forms of discipline.

I can possibly trick Christophe into finding my mother. Maybe even get her free if I was able to word things right.

And all I had to do was pretend I was madly in love with this man.

Yes.

The plan sounded fool-proof. At least at the moment.

I entangle my fingers around the man whom I was pretending to be infatuated with. He seemed to like the gesture.

"Let's go, Christophe." I say in my best playful voice, "Why don't you show me the perks of this city you call The Metropolis."