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[Brooklyn Wilde]

Brooklyn sighed. "There you go again, living in a fantasy. Most people aren't going to see it that way. People aren't all good Samaritans like you are. If you think we haven't learned from out mistakes by now, we suddenly will? I doubt this world will ever be the same. But, if we somehow manage to rebuild the world, it'll end up the same. Can't change human nature. We'll eventually get bored again."

She wished it was different, though. Even though she was very cynical and pessimistic didn't mean she didn't want it change. She just didn't see how it could though. And while it would be nice to have everything rebuilt, a part of her didn't want to see that happen. There was nothing else to destroy. No more worries. Well, except for when you are going to starve to death. But who knows.

"Don't be sorry. I don't really care, anyway," she said. She wasn't out here to make friends. She really could care less what the girl's name was. She wasn't going to tell hers, but figured it made no difference. "Brooklyn."

[Amber Juliea Watkins]

Amber smiled. "Nice to meet you Brooklyn. wow I never thought I would say that to a Brit before. Shoot if we met in a different time I would have never said that, I'd probably just cuss you out then spit in your face. Funny how loosing everything makes you change isn't it." she said. She was still hanging upside down with her hair in her face. Her face was slowly turning red from hanging for so long. As she started to feel the light headedness that comes with hanging up side down and allowing you blood to flow strait to your brain (Killing brain cells in the process) she flipped herself up right and moved her hair out of her face. In the process of doing so with out her knowledge her shirt had caught air and for a brief instant her tattoo, the one reading IRA wants Brits out, was clearly visible. Blissfully unaware of this fact Amber turned so she was facing Brooklyn. then she climbed down the tree careful not to fall since doing so from such a high altitude would result in at least a broken bone or death or worse yet being paralyzed, none of which were particularly appealing to amber at this time.

[Brooklyn Wilde]

Brooklyn rolled her eyes. "Oh, no. The pleasure is all mine," she said, sarcasm dripping from her tone. She watched as the girl still hung upside down. Was the girl fucking dense? Oh well. Let her pass out. Brooklyn wouldn't be the one to catch her.

She watched as the girl finally grew gained some common sense, and flipped back up right. Some color flashed before her eyes, something that wasn't part of her shirt. In that brief second, she saw a tattoo that the other girl had. What exactly it read. The IRA... how Brooklyn had hated them. The IRA were just a bunch of fantasy living, egotistical maniacs. How ironic that she would meet one.

Well, not totally unheard of. She should have known from the start.

Actually, the girl could be an avid fan of the group. But doubtful. Considering the girl's hated, well ex-hate, of the British. "Nice tattoo," she sneered. "You think a tattoo would suddenly get you want you want?" She gave another eye roll. What was the point of having that tattoo? She didn't mind them, she had a couple herself, but certainly not seemingly proclaiming war against her nationality. To Brooklyn, that was just stupid. Why talk the talk, when you could actually use that energy and time doing something about it? Of course, it was good they hadn't. It wouldn't have resulted in a different outcome, but would have saved the extra trouble.

[Amber Juliea Watkins]

Amber jumped down. "The IRA are a bunch of fucking jack ass bullies who manipulate people who actually want to do some good. that tattoo was a mistake. Shoot joining their organization was a mistake. If you can call it a organization. It's more like a bunch of idiots who say they want a free Ireland, when really all they want is to be rule it themselves. I've learned my lesson, you'll never change the world with threats, all you'll do is replace the other corrupt government with your own corrupt dumb ass week idiotic government!

Trust me now that I see what the Irish republican army is willing to do I am no supporter of them. They're cowards." She said drawing herself up to her full height. Her face showed her hate. "If I could I would have that tattoo taken off. It was the absolute dumbest thing I've ever done in my entire life!" She added. Her voice was full of regret. As if it hurt her to even think about what she had done, what she had been a part of. Which it did. It did hurt to know that she had been so incredibly..."I was young, stupid, naive. I still thought I could make a difference."

[Brooklyn Wilde]

Brooklyn rested her head in her hands. "Well, its a good thing you admit it. And by the way, you still need some improving." The sun was beating down on where she stood, so she walked a few sides in front of her, to the shade the tree provided.

"Oh, I think you can change the world with threats. You just have to be good at it. Be intimidating. If you don't have those skills, then obviously you have to go straight to actions. But there are a few people who could pull it off. The IRA, however, can't. Nor ever will. Because you are right about one thing- they are weak. People without the backbones won't get anywhere with just talk."

Broolyn pushed some loose strands out of her face. "And I wouldn't call them idiots. They are right to want to rule their own country. Who doesn't? They just went about the wrong way doing it. I wouldn't want people from another country making decisions about my government from where I lived. Besides, if they screw it up, that is there fault. At least there will be no one to blame but themselves. If they were stronger, maybe it would have worked. Doubtful, but it moved from the impossible category to maybe."

[Amber Juliea Watkins]

Julia sighed and shook her head. "No, you cant, you can try, but in the end all you have done is moved the world from one bad form of government to the next. Even if it does change for a while it wont last for ever. One day some one will be brave or power hungry enough to stand agents the new form of government. Then you'll be dethrone, and the cycle will repeat. It never ends, it goes on and on, every now and then me get a good leader, then they die, or get assassinated." Julia sighed deeply, she rested her head agents a tree. "I would think it was pointless, but I cant, cause if I do, then theres no point, in life, in any of this." Julia slid down the tree, she ran her fingers threw her hair and looked up at the sky, "God I wish I could fly again, I wish I could see the world from the air, all beautiful ocean, green forest. It's amazing, I wish....but wishing doesn't get you any where does it? No all it does is prolong the feeling of hopelessness." Julia sighed deeply again, she seemed to be doing that a lot lately. Ever scince..."its the end of the world...isnt it?"