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Quote: You are Subject 501- and that is what you are
Summary: A look into the brutality of the Academy- our subject meets the other students.
Step by step my bare feet find the chilling floor, I attempt to float above it- my heel strike awkward as my feet fear the cold- leaping with each step. The metal clangs against my heel with each leap- the floor is warmer than winter- but doesn't hold the same cuddling feel that blades of grass do- and so my heel is punished with each step I take. My ears share equally in the displeasure- my heel striking the ground with such force that I would swear I was made of lead. Behind me I hear the strike of drums- boots against the ground- two sentinels- as I follow the odd man to whatever my path bears. I slow down slightly- my feet already tire- and are wanting of rest- but the guards strike me as I slow- hustling me along as if I were a captured animal. I look back at the guard who struck me- he is tall- possessi
Round 2
You Decide who wins!
OK guys- be fair but brutal in your treatment of this. I am still getting used to dialogue and it's role in characterization- so please leave any advice you deem necessary.
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