Verity has lead a life of mischief in the eyes of those who see. London has turned their cheek, forced against their will by the Leader. This is a story of many things most enjoy: love, life, and total annihilation of a tyrannic government.
Upon fi...
I sit in front of my boudoir, analyzing every inch of my face, covered in makeup I feel less than comfortable in. However, the massive amount of contortion done here is needed for the events I've planned for tonight.
The host is none other than my superior, Gordon Deitrich. I've worked as his assistant for more than a year, now. He's invited me over for dinner and a drink tonight. Although we have a curfew all through the week, it may turn to be worth my while to disobey, just this once. I'm sure Chancellor Sutler won't mind a young girl out past curfew with intent of innocence, just this once.
Well, that's a lie. I could be black-bagged by a fingerman tonight, but I'm evasive enough to know that it won't matter.
In order to be untraceable throughout the night, I catch myself donning an outfit I would never be caught dead wearing.
I pull a black slip dress over my bright red undergarments, smoothing the silky fabric over my figure. And after zipping up my short black boots, I sit down on my boudoir stool for the few finishing touches.
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I sigh, releasing every tense nerve to slack as I raise the small lace mask to my eyes, closing my lids to focus. I tie the ribbons in the back, then looking up to see my newly masked identity. I can't help but smile, my mind wandering.
I question, what could I get away with by hiding myself from the rest of London?
Although, London has the best security around, (seeing as we have prevailed through the wars of the world, leaving us alone on the world map) they seem to have a beautiful flaw in their surveillance systems that calls for roaming fingermen who do as they will with those who choose to disobey the law of the Leader. By using lace and diverse patterns over and around one's eyes, retinal identification is made practically impossible by the cameras strategically placed all around the city.
I situate my veil over my eyes, my deep red lips unfurling into a large grin; arguably my best feature. I slip some dark gloves over my fingers
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