Khwarezmia
17-01-2005, 22:32
OOC: This isn't really an RP, it's designed to create an image of what Khwarezmia is like. I'll add to it in due course. Feel free to comment.
The Worker
Gordo Firth, worker of the Pedrengrad Metalworks, one of the largest factory establishments of the city, stood in the packed carriage of a subway train. The plastic windows were unmarked by graffiti, as Gordo watched the temporary flash of lights as the train passed by. The passengers stood in silence, swaying simultaneously like a patch of long grass swaying in the wind as the carriage rocked on its tracks. One hand held the unpainted metal bar that ran along the ceiling, whilst the other was held stiffly anaginst their sides.
Jolted breaking preceded the arrival at a station as the dim strip lighting of the carriage was wiped out by the starkness of the station. The momentarily empty station was flooded by workers returning home from their shifts. It was sparsely decorated, the dirty white tiles, many cracked and many missing, were only intersected by a propaganda poster, a mechanical information booth and the stair leading to the surface, a single sign read simply:
“GREEN DISTRICT = BLOCKS 30 - 40”
Gordo looked briefly at the familiar propaganda poster; it showed a family of four, the children wearing the uniform of the Youth League, the mother wore a pendant of the Mother’s Union, and the father wore the badge of the Father’s Club. The caption read “Do your duty and the Director will look after you.”.
Gordo did his duty and the Director looked after him. He got home and there was food on the table, his children went to school every day, and in the evening they went to the Youth League. His wife went to the Mother’s Union and helped to wash and mend clothes, and learn new recipes. The Director provided the transport, medicine, food, water, housing, everything. Gordo was grateful of the generosity of the Director, and he wanted to do his best to retain the love of his leader, all he had to do was turn up promptly at his shift, and report any who would want to destroy the utopia that the Director had created.
The Worker
Gordo Firth, worker of the Pedrengrad Metalworks, one of the largest factory establishments of the city, stood in the packed carriage of a subway train. The plastic windows were unmarked by graffiti, as Gordo watched the temporary flash of lights as the train passed by. The passengers stood in silence, swaying simultaneously like a patch of long grass swaying in the wind as the carriage rocked on its tracks. One hand held the unpainted metal bar that ran along the ceiling, whilst the other was held stiffly anaginst their sides.
Jolted breaking preceded the arrival at a station as the dim strip lighting of the carriage was wiped out by the starkness of the station. The momentarily empty station was flooded by workers returning home from their shifts. It was sparsely decorated, the dirty white tiles, many cracked and many missing, were only intersected by a propaganda poster, a mechanical information booth and the stair leading to the surface, a single sign read simply:
“GREEN DISTRICT = BLOCKS 30 - 40”
Gordo looked briefly at the familiar propaganda poster; it showed a family of four, the children wearing the uniform of the Youth League, the mother wore a pendant of the Mother’s Union, and the father wore the badge of the Father’s Club. The caption read “Do your duty and the Director will look after you.”.
Gordo did his duty and the Director looked after him. He got home and there was food on the table, his children went to school every day, and in the evening they went to the Youth League. His wife went to the Mother’s Union and helped to wash and mend clothes, and learn new recipes. The Director provided the transport, medicine, food, water, housing, everything. Gordo was grateful of the generosity of the Director, and he wanted to do his best to retain the love of his leader, all he had to do was turn up promptly at his shift, and report any who would want to destroy the utopia that the Director had created.