dramatispersonae | breeze's heart

[ Nothing really happens, but now there is a dead kid lying on one of the cots! ]

[ covers them with a blanket ]

[ You feel an odd sense of relief now that you don't have to look at his face anymore. ]

[ time to slowly do this with all the kids then ]

[ Once all of the kids are covered, the room looks a lot better. You feel relieved. ]

[ slowly nodding ]

[ is there a way to get back upstairs? ]

[ You can go back up the way you came. ]

[ doing that! ]

[ You end up back in the plaza, where you can go to the McDonalds, the shady area, or head to somewhere else on the map. ]

[ gonna go get a happy meal (even if he doesn't know what that is) ]

[ As you approach the McDonald’s, you can see a skinny black boy standing just outside the front entrance. He holds out a hand as you get closer. ]

Payment?

This is the McClub, right?

[ He puffs up, proud. ]

You've heard of it? Yeah, this is the place.

I might've heard it mentioned.

[ holds up the batteries ]

How many?

Two should do it.

[ hands over two ]

[ He takes the batteries, nods, and steps aside, allowing you into the building. ]

[ going into the club aw yiss ]

[ Inside the building, various colored pieces of paper mache cover the lit up menu boards and other lights, giving the interior a rainbow-colored glow. Benches and tables have been pushed against the walls, allowing most of the space to function as a dance floor, and sure enough, rap music is playing from… somewhere. The walls themselves look like they’re covered with various graffiti. There are drinks along the countertop, as well as… cans of spray paint? ]

[ DRINKS!! going there ]

[ The drinks seem like various sodas, but you can catch a whiff of alcohol, too. ]

[ remember kids, don't drink ]

[ but. it's not like he's been the best role model there ]

[ so just. going to drink one cup for now ]

[ When you try the drink, it tastes like cola and vodka mixed together. You witness a memory: You're dancing in the club, dancing faster than any normal human could. Kids are cheering for you, until another voice breaks through the crowd: "Quit showing off, stupid mutant." You feel a rush of anger and the knowledge that you could kill this kid... You could use your powers to do that. He's practically asking for it. But you won't, because you're better than that. You're better than him. ]

[ blinks and looks at the drink before setting it back down ]

[ Now what? ]

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