[littl3chocobo]

this thread has been titled 'm' for abuse, drug abuse, psychological abuse, torture, death, violence, references to abuse, terrorism, gore, homicide, potential adult situations, mental abuse, abusive/violent language, implied bondage, potential implied bondage(with sexual connotations), and potential whatever else, this story is an attempt at getting deep in the nitty-gritty of stockholm syndrome, it's sister lima syndrome and isolation. should this rp go beyond the tos a marker ---- will be used to show the cut and the story will be taken elsewhere until it gets back on track




the world has grown too small and in an effort to sustain the human race technicians have come up with ingenious domiciles that can remain self-sustaining with up to 20 people at a time. they are commonly referred to as 'towers'. several towers have been successfully placed along the great plates of the atlantic ocean and the earth's moon, new plans to put them on mars, earth's closest sister planet are in the testing phase, three towers have been placed in the borealis basin. the three test towers are set in a triangle surrounding a landing basin it takes 16 weeks to get from earth to mars. each tower as a precaution runs enough to support 10 members and is within communicating distance from the other two. four people man each tower, all are trained in mechanics, computer technologies, botany, health sciences, and are certified electricians the rest are workers

he stretched, hauler dregs were not made for comfort but soon he'd be free. the stupid boy who's cubby he stowed in should have known better than to hide a stow-away but as was the way with the poor and stupid, a bit of gold and a bit of thigh was all it ever took to sway them. he spat, the idiot didn't even know when he was being poisoned, but that was negligible. nineteen bodies and eighteen suits would not be noticed by a staff with a near-dead crewman until it was too late, there were no resources to spare turning around once the ship made it to orbit and the thirty-two weeks it'd take for them to get back to mars was plenty for him to have killed everyone and dismantle the towers. he smiled to himself. it was time to get this show on the road.