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[regretiz4u]

Time to see how well those smoke bombs worked to conceal what she was doing, yes. And the night-vision goggles and gas mask, as well as that red wig to add to the confusion. And the stencils she had cut back at the theater, and that glorious spray paint

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[3s_a_crowd]

"I've come to talk with you again
Because a vision softly creeping
Left its seeds while I was sleeping
And the vision that was planted in my brain
Still remains
Within the sound of silence."

When Kenzi had approached her to help out with some mischief, Zeela had so been there. Today's lessons had been...quite illuminating, especially the one with the demon. And since Zeela wasn't stupid enough to try to pick a fight to release some of the anger that was simmering inside her, a bit of mischief would have to do the trick.

THOSE THAT CHOOSE SECURITY OVER FREEDOM DESERVE NEITHER!

...She'd done a bit of research on good slogans to write

[regretiz4u]

Man, this was old skool. But kind of cool, with that.

In restless dreams I walked alone
Narrow streets of cobblestone
'Neath the halo of a street lamp
I turned my collar to the cold and damp
When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon light
That split the night
And touched the sound of silence

Hopefully Dolores the Dictator would have an aneurysm over this. Or at least try something stupid.

QUESTION AUTHORITY. BEFORE FANDOM QUESTIONS YOU.

Dolores makes the Baby Ingvar cry.

[3s_a_crowd]

WAKE UP AND SEE WHAT SHE'S DOING TO ALL OF US!

Zeela tossed Kenzi one of her almost-empty spray paint cans, grabbing another one to continue their work. She had no idea how she knew the words to the song she was singing, but she didn't let that stop her.

"And in the naked light I saw
Ten thousand people, maybe more
People talking without speaking
People hearing without listening
People writing songs that voices never share
And no one dared
Disturb the sound of silence."

WHEN WILL YOU RISE?

[regretiz4u]

Kenzi might have heard her grandma sing it. In Russian. Ages ago. But hey.

""Fools", said I, "You do not know
Silence like a cancer grows
Hear my words that I might teach you
Take my arms that I might reach you"
But my words, like silent raindrops fell
And echoed
In the wells of silence..."

Kenzi thoughtfully put the paint cans in the nearest garbage can, because Littering Was Wrong. This, on the other hand, was Protest Art.

YOU POOR UNFORTUNATE SOULS. STEAL YOURS BACK!