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--Napoleon“Rising from the ashes?” A blond woman with more bosom than brain spoke into a microphone while staring into the news camera. Evidently, she had caught wind of the newest story, and so had every other major new station. Like sharks in bloody water, they swarmed.
“After the arson of this abandoned building, a mysterious trio has been giving speeches as to mysterious corruption within our state government.”
That new story was us.
Perhaps we were the newest fad, but the sudden hype on blogs, twitter, and online news sites was beginning to tell me otherwise. Vi had video taped the last rally and posted it on Youtube. She sat next to me now on the bunk in her dorm, casually perusing Facebook before moving toward google's latest take over.
“Over a million views, Chris,” she said, a smile blooming like a spring flower on her face. She kept herself calm on most days, but inside I knew she was jumping for joy and shouting to her heart's content. In my opinion, she was finally getting the attention she deserved, even if it was behind a blond wig.
However, good press never came alone. There were an equal amount of dislikes on the videos and hateful slurs written in incomprehensible grammar, even a few detailed passages on how ludicrous they were. Revelin came by not five minutes later, oblivious to the positive message and focusing his emerald orbs on the darker corners of the media.
Today, a new ninety-nine cent tabloid was stuck to his fingers. “They're saying we're sexist because our name has 'men' in it and not 'people.'” He jabbed a finger at his chest. “Us, sexist. We're trying to liberate the fucking lower class we'd get absolutely fucking nowhere!”
Our newest recruit, Fae, sat on two desk chairs with stocking clad legs crossed on one chair, while she leaned back with her thin arms crossed over her chest.
“The stupid is spreading, Revelin. We'll have to stop that epidemic as well.” Her nose scrunched at the look of the tabloid, below even her odd tastes in gossip and literature. Vi, huddled in the corner of her bed with her laptop and its bright, blue-white glow on her face, glanced over at Revelin from her vantage point.
“Just ignore them, Revelin. We're doing something and we're getting noticed.” She spoke with only half a mind as the other half was spent managing the exponentially growing facebook page. After tampering with the software on the computer, I managed make it so anything she did could only be traced if the signal could be traced through servers across the world.
It'd take anyone days to unravel it, if they were determined enough.
To herself, she murmured the new likes and newest posts, keeping the numbers locked away in her memory. Able to turn even the most surly of commenters docile, she was a brilliant PR rep, especially with her knowledge of social networks. Neither Revelin nor I could have told her the difference between a tumblr or a twitter.
“I can't just ignore it--” he didn't finish his sentence before Vi slammed her laptop shot. Rolling her eyes, as though Revelin were acting the insolent child, she took his hand and dragged him out of the dorm. I gave Fae a needed shrug to which she said, “To each her own,” and followed the pair.
“If I can't convince you myself, then maybe I'll have to show you.” To the backdrop of fading stars, she hailed a cab once we reached the street. I doubted we'd be able to all fit in that backseat, but sure enough, we did—when all of us took up half of the others laps. Fae, squeezed between the door and me, didn't complain but blushed slightly after giving me a weak smile looked out the window rather than at me.
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Wise Men
General FictionTwo college students, Christian Reinhardt and Revelin Lesage find their lives upended when they witness the rape and murder of a fellow classmate. When the police refuse to continue their investigation due to the nature of their suspect, Revelin tak...