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- Posted: Fri, 30 Oct 2009 18:25:08 +0000

Daphene collected herself when a knock on the door derailed her train of thought. She blinked to awareness and stood up, making her way to the door. She peeked through the eye hole to discover the mail man holding a small metal box. Unlocking the door, Daphene wiped any remaining surprise off her face and replaced it with a relaxing smile.
"Hello there," she said, opening the door slowly.
The mail man smiled and said, "Is this the residence of Daphene Lopez?"
Daphene nodded. The mail man reached into his pocket and retrieved a small, electrical green pad. He handed it to Daphene as he prepared to hand her the metal box. Daphene accepted the pad, and with her finger, signed her name. The screen blinked a couple of times with the message "Processing.." A few seconds later it read "Accepted". Daphene handed back the pad in exchange for the metal box. After waving goodbye, Daphene shut the door.
She proceeded to lock every lock, shut every window, and turn off any lights. She brought the box to her room, the light from the TV screen the only light available. She set the box on the floor and went to her bed. Lifting up the mattress, she picked one key from many that hid in the bed frame. After she retrieved the key, she picked up the box and placed it on her bed. There were a couple of locks, each requiring a key. Daphene carefully unlocked both locks and continued to open the box.
Inside the box was a hardcover books. Books had been banned from the Baridya to cast away even the existance of the Surface World. Books were very very rare and extremely hard to get ahold of. All reading was done via computer. This was Daphene's third book.
Without even reading the cover, she opened the book, feeling the texture of each page. Pictures of animals and... green plant life she had never seen before were on several pages. She even found the same brown pole with fluffs of green that showed on TV. It was called a tree.
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(Pic up soon!!)
Two soldiers were always stationed at the ends of cave communities. This was to keep both cave dwellers in and surface barbarians out. Who knows what diseases the surface could hold.. with all that radiation... It would surely lead to uncertain doom if Baridya was exposed to such a thing.
The soldiers required to patrol Baridyan borders wore gasmasks to protect them from any radiation if a surface dweller did happen to venture into the caves. Every inch of their bodies was covered with clothing to protect them. Only military had access to firearms, and border patrol used FN P90s. They were small, easy and comfortable to carry, and a 50 round magazine is always nice.
Rodney was a perfectly brain washed soldier. He never asked any questions, he only did what he was told. He was certain that only destruction would come from the Surface World, which was why he gladly accepted to rid any wondering surface barbarians or ill minded cave dwellers.
Rodney's partner was off to look for some snacks when heard tapping against the cave surface. He stood perfectly still and looked down the caves. Boarder patrol eyes are more superior in the dark than any other cave dwellers. He stared down the hallow cave and captured a silhouette. The figure didn't seem to carry any fire arms... let alone anything dangerous except for the staff that it tapped about.
He took careful steps as the figure continued to walk forward. As it got closer, Rodney was able to make out the figure's features. It was a man who barely looked like a threat. As the man walked passed Rodney, he began to follow him, the barrel of the P90 aimed at the back of his head.
After sometime the man called out. As soon as he did, Rodney cocked the submachine gun. "You are trespassing. You will have to leave this area and return to wherever you came from, or suffer consequences. This is my only warning."

As Fajin tried to continue a number of loud shots stopped him dead. He turned his head just in time to catch a small projectile in his arm. The sheer force of the bullet threw his small frame a few feet. Fajin let loose a yelp as the pain racked his wound, he pulled his arm close to him and caught himself using his staff. The result made a strangely beautiful display. He would have tried to blow them away with his strange gift but he had just been sprinting and had not had time to fill his lungs with air. 