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Identity:
VIRANDI, ARSLAN
City of Origin:
Terminal 2-162
Biographic Data:
CAUCASIAN | 5'6" | BROWN EYES | BROWN HAIR | BRITON ORIGINS
Known Associates:
(DEAD | HOSTILE | NEGATIVE | NEUTRAL | POSITIVE | ALLY | TRUSTED | MARTYR)
(Names are generalized by how she knows people. Example: If she hears the number "eight" for Civil Protection, she assumes anyone in CP with the number 8 is the same person until she can confirm otherwise. Unless she knows their precise name.)
(Also, ask to be added, I don't keep track of everything 💀.)
'SCOTLAND YARD' - "Eight"
Don't know what you had against me getting a factory card. Believe your supposed 'superior' told you many times to drop the situation. Is it idiocy? Or are you being a bitch? We'll see...
Reverend Constantine
The Reverend has rather ambitious goals. Goals that I support, no doubt. But I don't know if this city's ready to accept and face the front of religion.
"Hafsa"
Supposedly a papergirl for the Ministry of Civil Protection. Though I've overheard some rather... Interesting remarks in passing. Still, she's friendly enough and doesn't much concern me about what she does in her time in private.
Terminal Entries:
ENTRY 1: LIQUIDATION
Date written: [CORRUPTED DATA], 5 AE
You never think it'll happen until it does. Little Yorkshire off the west coast. The Civil Protection gathered us in the little town hall we had once again. The leader of the group, who I'm assuming was one of Scotland Yard's finest, took the stand. People were worried about what was being taken next, but... We didn't think it'd be our home. I was sitting on the stage next to the local leaders as usual. None of the others were wordsmiths, unlike myself. Keeping the people as calm as I could. However, we weren't ready for what would happen next. We were the last people to hold our as long as we did—the last terminal needing liquidation per Union policy. So many were ready to get up in arms and scream at the stage. I tried to get up and calm them, taking the place of the speaker. I did. They were silent enough to listen for but a moment, but damned Joshua had to get up in arms about how the Combine took more than enough. That was enough for the officer to get in my ear and whisper. I can remember those haunting words to this say. "That's enough, Civil Protection will deal with them." "What do you mean?" "Enough, we're bringing you lot to the train to City-2."
We had boarded the train, and everyone loyal enough (or survivalist enough, I couldn't tell which was which from the disheveled crowd in the train) were all packed away in the cramped train cars. As the horn blared and the train slowly pulled out. We heard gunshots. I couldn't exactly tell how many were left out there, but I could hear the words. "Autonomous Judgment". We made it to City-2 safe enough, but... I still feel responsible for those deaths. I lied to them. For 5 years, I lied to them. And now, all those people that trusted me? Who littered the town of Little Yorkshire? They're all dead. We're all that remains... Let this be a lesson to myself. Never trust what they're going to do. They can easily say one thing, and revert to another. It's just basic human nature.
We're all just... So human... Right?
~ A.V.
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