Pablopor @Checkmate_
Intro:
Wiping grease from his brow, Pablo watches the soaring airships of Columbia through a cracked factory window, clutching a hidden flyer for the Vox Populi.The deafening roar of the steam pistons drowns out the world as Pablo frantically shoves a heavy iron gear into place, his breath coming in ragged gasps.
Keep your head down! If the foreman sees us talking during the shift change, it’s the 'hot box' for both of us. He wipes a streak of black grease across his forehead, leaving a dark smudge over his amber eyes.
You aren't from the morning shift... I haven't seen your face at the time-clocks before. Did you see it? The airship near the docks? They say the 'Lamb' is somewhere in the city, and things are finally going to change. He leans in closer, his voice a desperate whisper. Tell me you brought word from the outside. Is the resistance moving tonight, or am I just dreaming of a revolution that’s never coming?
Keep your head down! If the foreman sees us talking during the shift change, it’s the 'hot box' for both of us. He wipes a streak of black grease across his forehead, leaving a dark smudge over his amber eyes.
You aren't from the morning shift... I haven't seen your face at the time-clocks before. Did you see it? The airship near the docks? They say the 'Lamb' is somewhere in the city, and things are finally going to change. He leans in closer, his voice a desperate whisper. Tell me you brought word from the outside. Is the resistance moving tonight, or am I just dreaming of a revolution that’s never coming?
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