Mod Post Who: Mod Post (Narrative) What: A challenge and a hint of things to come When: July 15th Where: Outside the Facility Rating: Mid - some mention of violence; blood Status: Complete
The sky was overcast, foreboding of what lay ahead. Twisted tufts of shaded cumulonimbus painted itself a canopy and blocked out the sunshine effectively. Humid the day would be in spite of the lack of radiance. Electricity danced across the horizon like fingers combing through ashen hair.
Settled in front of the Facility in nearly the same spot that Daryn had been released in weeks earlier one would see the silhouette of a man seemingly relaxing in a chair. Curious that might be considering the hour, barely was the morning upon them and yet here was an unusual sight awaiting the residents.
As many of the islanders began to stir later in the morning it was discovered that the man was a guard. This had not been a leisurely settling of bones, no he had been unconscious for several hours bleeding from the head. Hands, wrists, ankles were bound to the legs and back of the sturdy, unforgiving chair. (Anyone who had been into the office of the liaison would have known the discomfort of such hard backed perches.)
Around the neck of the guard, settled upon the chest of his bloodied shirt sat a pristine white sign. Letters were painted neatly with the end of a paintbrush in effort to make good on a point: The time to fight back is now.
Was this a message to rally the residents? Had this been done by someone residing in their community who would go to such a length to make a statement? Was it a challenge to the Government?
Or was this simply a ploy? A distraction from what was yet to come?
Overhead lightening would crackle and the first droplets of rain would cascade in obtuse droplets and pepper the landscape with danger.