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Footsteps echoed down the hall of unbreakable steel. The skewed reflections twisted into hellish visions moved as fast as the occupants of the ongoing footpath did. The fortress was in secret, in thrived off of the master plans and harsh whispers of world conquer that had already begun. The chamber was created for one purpose, the protection and plotting of the masterminds. They were the slave drivers and blood drenchers of today, living on the fears and hopes of their subjects. Chelsea almost laughed aloud at the concept. The fools of the world were easier to brain warp then ever thought possible. Empty promises and white lies were enough to blind the entire population. As well as the hoarding of all weapons that would cause harm. Let the farmers have their cow prods, they would have the nukes.
The fortress was built as a spoke. Each individual spoke was a long hall, each intended for the leaders of the charade. Seven in each color and a center dome colored black with a star pattern. The black trench coat brushed against Chelsea’s buckled boots. The demonic cross-clanged against the metal that was occasionally etched through the buttons. Her spoke was empty and lacquered a deep blue. The metal that made the walls and ceiling were designed with different shades, all arching to the ceiling, creating an effect that seemed that it would go forever. The floors were concrete and cold, causing the air to almost show the breath slowly creep through the air, as if dwindling, clawing for seconds of freedom.
“Just like the slaves,” Chelsea said out loud, her voice echoing throughout the chamber. “Just like the slaves!” She screamed again with a grin starting to spread along her face. It only reached one eye, as the other was covered with a patch. Black of course, with a blue stone in the center. Silver etchings spread from the stone, giving the effect of a blue eye with silver blood shots. Her eye was just a small price from some of the rebels from her territories. She almost felt some sort of pity for the fools. Why did the brave have to die so young? They were the types she wanted. With a sigh, she realized that her own thoughts had caused her to forget where she was, for she had already reached the door. It towered over her, and was a plain black in color, with no handles for entering. The only one that could open the door was her sister. The ruler of the world and the master commander. Her fists clenched as she considered her younger sibling in control, and not her, and she waited for the entrance to open. Moments dragged into minutes and frustration grew inside. Chelsea almost considered banging on the door with her leather-gloved hands, screaming for permission to enter, when finally, the doors groaned to life. She pushed up her black top hat, which covered her black hair (which was pulled back) to look up.
“It’s about time…” Chelsea muttered to herself as she walked in as the doors opened. She was, of course, the second person emitted in, with her darling sister already have taken her own place at the red stone seat. There were of course, seven seats as well and each had it’s own place at the round stone table. It was of course a mockery for what stood as Merlin’s round table. Each stone chair had a stone carved into the back of the head rest and as well as one in front of the seat, engraved on the edge of the table top. Chelsea took her seat on the left of Nicole whose stones were red but still seemed to glitter in the fluorescent light. Nicole wore a long dress that seemed to flow onto the floor with blood red border and black filling. The design was simple, and yet intricate that the top had no shoulder straps, but weave together like vines at below the neck. A pattern of red and black made Chelsea’s eye confused so she looked away. As soon as she was comfortable in her seat, Nicole raised her two fingers, signaling her servants that somehow remained unseen, to open the third in commands door. Chelsea tried to look at him without being too noticeable.
Joey, before this ideal became reality, was thought of as a comic. Now he was totally transformed, wearing black jeans, chains jingling from the hips, and a black male tank top, which would seem feminine if not for the enormous leather jacket on top of it. Purple lace hung from the belt loops of his pants, as well as the cuffs of the jacket. He took his time walking to his seat next to Chelsea, at the purple stones. Nicole’s eyes only lingered at him for a second before raising yet again, her two fingers. Another door opened, almost exactly across from Chelsea’s creaked open.
Taylor walked in a deadly grace towards the center of the room. A trail of black dress with green erupting from the center, branching off like veins reached for her five limbs. Emerald stones littered the hems as a veil of black web and green sparkles strewn throughout the headdress glimmered in the light. Chelsea almost laughed at both her sister and Taylor’s competitiveness. Joey looked absolutely stunned at the both of them, and couldn’t decide on which one to look at more. Chelsea had to punch him in the shoulder to put his eyes back into his sockets. Obviously the dresses were having their effect. Taylor took her time in the attention and stood next to her seat, making an effect on sitting down gracefully. An evil glint appeared in her eyes as she sat across from Chelsea, who could only smile icily. Nicole raised up her hand a final time, and the last door opened, emitting Scott.
A true amused smile crept across Chelsea’s face for the first time. He walked in with full dignity and no shame with his black dress pants, which slowly crept up to suspender proudly colored gold, which crossed one another, making an X shape on his bare chest. There was no shirt or any type of cloth on his upper body, except for what the suspenders attempted to hide. He walked hurriedly to his spot of gold, which was out of anxiety for being last, and sat down quickly. Joey gave thumbs up to Scott, who couldn’t suppress the grin forming.

Description
Footsteps echoed down the hall of unbreakable steel. The skewed reflections twisted into hellish visions moved as fast as the occupants of the ongoing footpath did. The fortress was in secret, in thrived off of the master plans and harsh whispers of world conquer that had already begun. The chamber was created for one purpose, the protection and plotting of the masterminds. They were the slave drivers and blood drenchers of today, living on the fears and hopes of their subjects. Chelsea almost laughed aloud at the concept. The fools of the world were easier to brain warp then ever thought possible. Empty promises and white lies were enough to blind the entire population. As well as the hoarding of all weapons that would cause harm. Let the farmers have their cow prods, they would have the nukes.
The fortress was built as a spoke. Each individual spoke was a long hall, each intended for the leaders of the charade. Seven in each color and a center dome colored black with a star pattern. The black trench coat brushed against Chelsea’s buckled boots. The demonic cross-clanged against the metal that was occasionally etched through the buttons. Her spoke was empty and lacquered a deep blue. The metal that made the walls and ceiling were designed with different shades, all arching to the ceiling, creating an effect that seemed that it would go forever. The floors were concrete and cold, causing the air to almost show the breath slowly creep through the air, as if dwindling, clawing for seconds of freedom.
“Just like the slaves,” Chelsea said out loud, her voice echoing throughout the chamber. “Just like the slaves!” She screamed again with a grin starting to spread along her face. It only reached one eye, as the other was covered with a patch. Black of course, with a blue stone in the center. Silver etchings spread from the stone, giving the effect of a blue eye with silver blood shots. Her eye was just a small price from some of the rebels from her territories. She almost felt some sort of pity for the fools. Why did the brave have to die so young? They were the types she wanted. With a sigh, she realized that her own thoughts had caused her to forget where she was, for she had already reached the door. It towered over her, and was a plain black in color, with no handles for entering. The only one that could open the door was her sister. The ruler of the world and the master commander. Her fists clenched as she considered her younger sibling in control, and not her, and she waited for the entrance to open. Moments dragged into minutes and frustration grew inside. Chelsea almost considered banging on the door with her leather-gloved hands, screaming for permission to enter, when finally, the doors groaned to life. She pushed up her black top hat, which covered her black hair (which was pulled back) to look up.
“It’s about time…” Chelsea muttered to herself as she walked in as the doors opened. She was, of course, the second person emitted in, with her darling sister already have taken her own place at the red stone seat. There were of course, seven seats as well and each had it’s own place at the round stone table. It was of course a mockery for what stood as Merlin’s round table. Each stone chair had a stone carved into the back of the head rest and as well as one in front of the seat, engraved on the edge of the table top. Chelsea took her seat on the left of Nicole whose stones were red but still seemed to glitter in the fluorescent light. Nicole wore a long dress that seemed to flow onto the floor with blood red border and black filling. The design was simple, and yet intricate that the top had no shoulder straps, but weave together like vines at below the neck. A pattern of red and black made Chelsea’s eye confused so she looked away. As soon as she was comfortable in her seat, Nicole raised her two fingers, signaling her servants that somehow remained unseen, to open the third in commands door. Chelsea tried to look at him without being too noticeable.
Joey, before this ideal became reality, was thought of as a comic. Now he was totally transformed, wearing black jeans, chains jingling from the hips, and a black male tank top, which would seem feminine if not for the enormous leather jacket on top of it. Purple lace hung from the belt loops of his pants, as well as the cuffs of the jacket. He took his time walking to his seat next to Chelsea, at the purple stones. Nicole’s eyes only lingered at him for a second before raising yet again, her two fingers. Another door opened, almost exactly across from Chelsea’s creaked open.
Taylor walked in a deadly grace towards the center of the room. A trail of black dress with green erupting from the center, branching off like veins reached for her five limbs. Emerald stones littered the hems as a veil of black web and green sparkles strewn throughout the headdress glimmered in the light. Chelsea almost laughed at both her sister and Taylor’s competitiveness. Joey looked absolutely stunned at the both of them, and couldn’t decide on which one to look at more. Chelsea had to punch him in the shoulder to put his eyes back into his sockets. Obviously the dresses were having their effect. Taylor took her time in the attention and stood next to her seat, making an effect on sitting down gracefully. An evil glint appeared in her eyes as she sat across from Chelsea, who could only smile icily. Nicole raised up her hand a final time, and the last door opened, emitting Scott.
A true amused smile crept across Chelsea’s face for the first time. He walked in with full dignity and no shame with his black dress pants, which slowly crept up to suspender proudly colored gold, which crossed one another, making an X shape on his bare chest. There was no shirt or any type of cloth on his upper body, except for what the suspenders attempted to hide. He walked hurriedly to his spot of gold, which was out of anxiety for being last, and sat down quickly. Joey gave thumbs up to Scott, who couldn’t suppress the grin forming.