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Tweak says, "All you need is love..."

Loki (hamrammr) wrote in compass_network,
@ 2013-02-03 13:10:00

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!open, maryanne walker (oe), ~isabel lane, ~john mitchell (oe), ~micha delmare, ~tony stark

Hello Island!

There are plenty of horrible things that have happened over the past few weeks. We all lost people, half of us are grieving or at least know someone who is. Every few days someone new arrives here and they will feel lost, they will feel horrible. But we can show them a bit of kindness, everyone here. Show them you are human, listen to them. We need to start helping each other.

I’d say that’s all something we should do a little bit more: listening to each other. We all have our pasts and some of us have been through a lot of shit. But before we go and attack people, let’s listen to them, show them a bit of respect. Let’s get to know each other before we start to judge the other person, swap stories and see where we are alike rather when where we are different.

My name is John Mitchell. I’ve been on this island from pretty much the beginning. I own the local pub, so you can come and see me there. I made the mistake of attacking the spire a while ago and since then it loves electrocute me which usually ends with weird stuff happening to me. I’m a vampire and I hate it. I don’t need to drink blood but I’m still addicted to it. Please, don’t offer me blood or bleed in front of me. I’m trying my best to stay clean. I can be an arse at times, bear with me.

I grew up in Dublin, Ireland, in the late 19th century, early 20th century. I used to steal apples from Uncle Michael with a few others from the same street and then watch as Mick accused the “British arse bandit”. I didn’t have much when I grew up, in retro sight we were nearly as poor as beggars but I had enough. I was a soldier in the Great War and died there. I thought I would be home by Christmas as did most of my comrades but I never got home again. I travelled the world. I’ve done a lot of horrible things in the past, a few kind things as well. I love fast food and Maryanne’s burgers are a blessing in my eyes. I don’t see sense in white chocolate or putting milk into your coffee. I always wanted to learn how to play the guitar but never got farther than A major.

So, hello, everyone, that’s me. It’s nice to meet you. Who are you? And would you like to help me turn this into a place we all want to live in?

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notalongshot
2013-02-03 01:27 pm UTC (link)

Ain't much to explain without delving into history that ain't even yours. You might've noticed Sonmi-451 around. She was one of the first batches of fabricants made. Looks human, but wasn't ever considered to be as much - was fed false lies about her purpose. Was genomed to work twelve years in a fast food restaurant, every day shifts of nineteen hours, four hours of sleep. And she was just a server, destined to be processed into food for other fabricants after she'd earned her twelve stars.

Most my ancestors were just like her, genomed for a purpose. In this case, soldiers. A war broke out, cities crumbled, countries fell. And then Sonmi started broadcasted a message that ... was inspiring. Inspiring enough for my ancestors to lay down arms and to go into hiding in the tunnels of the ruins of New York City, because there was nowhere else to go. Gave each other names - human names. Refugees and fabricants who were in hiding as well were welcomed.

Of course it don't stop there. Because of them, they done lost the war and the world was in a sorrowful state. They needed a scapegoat. And started a witch hunt. For a while, anyone who looked a bit like the original prototypes and fabricants were shot on sight. Anyone who exhibited powers was taken down to facilities where they were 'examined'. Of course, three hundred years on, all these powers and faces and normal human genes were bound to intermix and create more interesting powers.

Which gave them more of a reason to try and hunt us down, because it wasn't supposed to be possible. That's that.

Now, I was a reckless kid. Loved to go topside, took my cousin with me - my sister never dared. Roamed the city, almost got into trouble way too many times and got lucky. At least until they almost got Samir. I fought them off, got captured, thrown into a cell where they tried to torture me into submission. When that didn't work, they just locked me up and threw away the key. I reckon they'd shuffled me to somewhere in Mississippi when I managed to escaped. Barely made it into Louisiana - separated from the United States and a free state for people like me.

Always under attack tho'. I joined the army there, fought their battles for a long time. At least until I broke my back. Took me two years to get back on my feet and by then I'd married, adopted her daughter as her own. Violence seemed to subside and I got a nice tan. Wife died. And then my father, the commander of the Underground in New York City, he blew his brains out and the elders, they sent for me. And just like that, I became Commander. Ain't something I asked for, but Kaya helped me through.

That's about all there's to me, ain't it? I think so, yeah.

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	hamrammr 2013-02-03 10:16 pm UTC (link)
	Hi Erol. Thank you for sharing. This Sonmi sounds like a good person. I guess many of us either lived in fear of a witch hunt or already got hunted down. I've got another question: what's the best thing that ever happened to you? One truly good memory. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	notalongshot 2013-02-03 10:20 pm UTC (link)
	That's easy. Seeing Xenobia again. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	hamrammr 2013-02-03 11:10 pm UTC (link)
	And she would be? (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	notalongshot 2013-02-04 06:02 am UTC (link)
	My girlfriend when I was sixteen. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	hamrammr 2013-02-04 07:25 am UTC (link)
	That's a nice memory. (Reply to this) (Parent)

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