LeMarque
12-06-2004, 03:29
The blue, clear, colossal sky mocked the misery in the metropolis below, forcing the people to note it's stark beauty compared to the hell below.
How Harrison hated the sky. He wondered why it was allowed to be in such a state of beauty while he and the other weren't. As it poured and thundered he wondered, as he turned up the collar of his trenchcoat, why it had to add to his usual misey.
He also hated it for another reason:While we suffer, he thought, it stays dumbly in it's place. While we die, it continues on forever.
How he hated the sky.
So, he continued on walking, not looking at the sky. He thought of the message in the lining of his shirt, which told of a terrible, sad event, which, somehow, was also a glimmer of hope amongst the dark city streets.
Finally he came upon the door of the small brewery just as his legs began to ache. Well, he thought, a bit of luck. How memorable. I shall have to record this in my journal.
Harrison gave the door three short raps, followed by two pounds of his fist. He wondered why the passknock need be so painful to his hand.
"Swordfish for dinner tonight." muttered Harrison.
A few clicks ensued and the door opened. Harrison quickly stepped in and shut the door. The brewer who opened the door walked over to the table centered in the room, where the master brewer sat.
"Where are the others? Get them in here, now." Harrison said quickly.
The apprentice brewer stopped mid-stride and looked at Harrison for a moment. Not wanting to argue, he shot off to the next room to summon the other rebels.
The master brewer scratched his grey beard.
"Big news, eh?" he inquired slowly.
"Very. I don't know why you would ever question the importance of my news." Harrison said coldly, though nearly everyone who had known him for just awhile was used to his tone of voice.
The swinging open of the other door interrupted the merry exchange, the young brewer leading the way. He was followed by Crane, Matthias behind. The tall, strong, Crane stood stood silently and attentively as he did when listening. Matthias sat on a chair near the wall. He was of medium build, 6 feet tall. He commanded attention when he spoke.His voice could be soft and wise, or strong or courageous. His eyes sparkled with infectious hope, making most think that tomorrow could be a better day by looking at him. Harrison made no small talk.
"General Marius is dead." He took out his message.
All in the room were silent. Crane lost his strength for but a moment, his mouth dropping slightly open, regaining his composure soon after. Hector the apprentice's eyes went to the floor. Matthias shook his head. The master brewer let a sigh.
"He was sick. Very sick. We knew it would happen any day." he said.
"General Marius...the only one in the government who cared for everyone, no matter their status. What will happen..." said Hector, his eyes still watching the floor.
"Insurrection. Total revolution." predicted Harrison. "The people will soon find out. This will light the fuse. We just need to rally them under one banner, and LeMarque will belong to the people again. I suggest we get out onto the street right away, inspire the people to take up arms. This is--quite frankly--our chance. General Marius was a great man who was beloved by the people, and for that reason, his death was the greatest thing he could contribute to our fight."
"He's right we need to act now. What do you think?" Matthias asked the others quitely.
"For LeMarque...and General Marius..." said Crane.
"Yes! Marius!" Let out Hector, his head coming up.
"I suppose." Said the master brewer.
"Well, first I'll need to talk to the others," Matthias announced, heading to the door,"but I'm sure they'll think the same. Goodbye." He said as he left to light the fuse.
((While my country page says LeMarque is free, in this story, it is a totalitarian state.))
How Harrison hated the sky. He wondered why it was allowed to be in such a state of beauty while he and the other weren't. As it poured and thundered he wondered, as he turned up the collar of his trenchcoat, why it had to add to his usual misey.
He also hated it for another reason:While we suffer, he thought, it stays dumbly in it's place. While we die, it continues on forever.
How he hated the sky.
So, he continued on walking, not looking at the sky. He thought of the message in the lining of his shirt, which told of a terrible, sad event, which, somehow, was also a glimmer of hope amongst the dark city streets.
Finally he came upon the door of the small brewery just as his legs began to ache. Well, he thought, a bit of luck. How memorable. I shall have to record this in my journal.
Harrison gave the door three short raps, followed by two pounds of his fist. He wondered why the passknock need be so painful to his hand.
"Swordfish for dinner tonight." muttered Harrison.
A few clicks ensued and the door opened. Harrison quickly stepped in and shut the door. The brewer who opened the door walked over to the table centered in the room, where the master brewer sat.
"Where are the others? Get them in here, now." Harrison said quickly.
The apprentice brewer stopped mid-stride and looked at Harrison for a moment. Not wanting to argue, he shot off to the next room to summon the other rebels.
The master brewer scratched his grey beard.
"Big news, eh?" he inquired slowly.
"Very. I don't know why you would ever question the importance of my news." Harrison said coldly, though nearly everyone who had known him for just awhile was used to his tone of voice.
The swinging open of the other door interrupted the merry exchange, the young brewer leading the way. He was followed by Crane, Matthias behind. The tall, strong, Crane stood stood silently and attentively as he did when listening. Matthias sat on a chair near the wall. He was of medium build, 6 feet tall. He commanded attention when he spoke.His voice could be soft and wise, or strong or courageous. His eyes sparkled with infectious hope, making most think that tomorrow could be a better day by looking at him. Harrison made no small talk.
"General Marius is dead." He took out his message.
All in the room were silent. Crane lost his strength for but a moment, his mouth dropping slightly open, regaining his composure soon after. Hector the apprentice's eyes went to the floor. Matthias shook his head. The master brewer let a sigh.
"He was sick. Very sick. We knew it would happen any day." he said.
"General Marius...the only one in the government who cared for everyone, no matter their status. What will happen..." said Hector, his eyes still watching the floor.
"Insurrection. Total revolution." predicted Harrison. "The people will soon find out. This will light the fuse. We just need to rally them under one banner, and LeMarque will belong to the people again. I suggest we get out onto the street right away, inspire the people to take up arms. This is--quite frankly--our chance. General Marius was a great man who was beloved by the people, and for that reason, his death was the greatest thing he could contribute to our fight."
"He's right we need to act now. What do you think?" Matthias asked the others quitely.
"For LeMarque...and General Marius..." said Crane.
"Yes! Marius!" Let out Hector, his head coming up.
"I suppose." Said the master brewer.
"Well, first I'll need to talk to the others," Matthias announced, heading to the door,"but I'm sure they'll think the same. Goodbye." He said as he left to light the fuse.
((While my country page says LeMarque is free, in this story, it is a totalitarian state.))