Futuristic Empire Rebellion RPG

ooc. We can simply walk into bars now, as rebels, in a complete totolitarian empire?:p And I am NOT a control freak!:p She's just troubled by her realtionships.

ic. Helen spent the night working in on her martial arts and assasin skills. She had to spend all her time on this, her powers were weak compared to others. She wore white sweats and a white tank, her blond hair was pulled back into a messy bun. Alone, if you don't count the holograms, she silently worked on her skills.
 
ooc. I prefer " bossy" or " Domineering":p

ic. Helen finished up and showered. She then walked to her room, 200, it was sort-of a suite ( she had shared it with a high-ranking gentlemen until he moved out with no explanation.)
 
ooc. or feeling she has to control everything in her work life because her personal life is complicated and dangerous and If anyone knew about it she'd be beheaded..... I think I said too much....:p
 
ooc. Well, know that we've had that wonderful talk....

ic. Helen collapsed onto her bed. She looked at her silver bedside table. Inside that table was the forbidden personal connection to the outside world, a cell phone. It was tiny, chic, and completely expensive. She had stolen one simply to know she could call him anytime, speak to him whenever she wanted.

ooc. Bold words are important for everyone to know, about the rebel laws( oxymoron)
 
ooc. You're not going to post ic are you?

ic. Helen had to throw a blanket over the table to forget about it. The telebision was simply rebel schedules and news, ( extremely boring.) Helen wanted action, a fight, an assingment, something.
The phone rang.
 
ooc. oh yeah, duh forgot! I even went back and read that. ( I have short term memory loss....:p) Hmm....well I'll just post by myself and you can witness a wonderful phone convo........:p

ic. Helen jumped, almost screamed. He had called her, she didn't know anyone else on the other side that well. She slowly walked over and threw the blanket off. Helen used her power to open the drawer lock and the drawer. The silver phone lay rining softly. She picked it up.
" H-hello?"
" Helen? Are you alright?"
Helen sighed. It was him. " How dare you call me! I was supposed to call you, people could have been in this room!"
" Helen, be serious, who would want to be in your room?" Joked the man.
Helen smiled, ( only because he couldn't see her) " Well, you know what...I'm busy." Her heart panged. She didn't want to hang up.
The man sighed. " So am I, but sadly your motives are better than mine." The phone line went.
 
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