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Monday, January 7th 2030
"Get up."
"wh.a...aa?"
"Get up, Rain."
"ughnnn...screw you, old man."
"......"
"GET UP, DAMMIT!! Line's almost up! I'm not missing lunch because of your damn 'princess complex'! You think just because you've got that bright white skin, and I remain as black as blood, that I should lower my urchin eyes and shuffle around you as if the gods themselves deem it so!!! well, well, well, well....let me tell YOU something! I will not bow to your unending river of contempt and sarcasm. No, my dear...in fact, I will buck against that very annoying river as if it was my only great deed to accomplish on this dirt-pile of an earth!"
"oh shut up Biggs. just five more minutes...and...and I swear I'll get up and we can eat all the bread snaps in the whole friggin' city. Besides, it's not like you couldn't go on a diet for a couple of decades anyway."
Biggs leans defiantly over Rain, watching her closely and waiting to exact his master plan. So closely, in fact, that he misses a completely seperate and unique super master plan involving a no-legged hobo and a missing wallet(Biggs' wallet, no less!). If no-legged hobo's could prance, this fellow would be prancing all the way to the bank with his brand new ganko-skin wallet.
The enormous crowd lurches forward, crunching in the sand like a thousand smoldering beach crabs.
You see, Rain has grown up in this city...this city of dust and cobwebs, broken clocks and empty train stations. It lies somewhere in the western reaches of old Egypt, far enough from modern man to be crippled by the elements but close enough to feel the sting of political conquests. The first city in Africa to revert to the old ways of "sandsailing", New Cairo became a clear testament to the power and ideals of the Arab Council. It almost seemed as if all parts of New Cairoan culture were lost: the bright pink sculptures that lined the royal halls, the endless loops of the panflute ensemble in the Artisan District, the swearing and carrying-on of the burly Mediterranean fisherman. But despite the bleakness of their present situation, there is a fire inside the hearts of the people of New Cairo; and its this fire that keeps hopes alive and stomachs full. Without it, these people wouldn't even have sandy air to breath.
"Alright, Biggs, you did it...you got me up."
"...annd not a moment too soon! The craft house is almost out of bread snaps!! grrr.........I hate you, Rain."
"Yes, but you love bread snaps. And here they are!" *chompchompchompmunch*
"Ahhhh...yessss....finally, the sweet, salty crunchiness of some fresh bread snaps! How I have longed for this moment to come, since I awoke in my bed this morning!"
"...wait...wait a second....where's my wallet??"