Dystopian... Plz join

Nightshade leaned against the wall. "Yeah, so… What if I do?"

Isabelle stepped closer to the stranger thinking he was her only chance. "I need to talk to the leader Nightshade, I know he runs the rebellion, I heard he helps outsiders…. like me" Isabelle looked away from the stranger remembering her mother's hateful words. "You're not my daughter you worthless piece of shit!" Isabelle flinched but looked back up with hateful eyes. "I want this stupid thing out of my wrist" She scratched at her wrist where the visible shape of the chip was inside.

Nightshade rubbed the back of his neck, "I lied. You're talking to him. Everyone in my wants that shitty think off them," he held out his hand. "Come on."

Isabelle's eyes widened. She had been searching for so long. But, what if he was lying. What of he was going to take her back to her mother. "How can I trust you?"

"You just have to." Nightshade takes his hand back to his side and stuffed it into his pocket. "Follow if you want." He turned and left.

Isabelle quickly grabbed her bag off the floor and ran after Nightshade. She followed him without speaking. She didnt want him asking questions. She just needed a place to stay. A family. A home.

Nightshade didn't turn back he kept running until he reached the Meetinghouse for tonight's meeting. He knocked on the door and Kyle opened it. "Hey, is there a girl behind me?" Kyle looked and saw a girl running towards them so he nodded. "Let her in when she catches up."

Isabelle realized Nightshade was faster than her, but when she finally caught up she ended up at a small house. A guy also around her age was leaning against the entrance. "You comin in or what?" Isabelle nodded and stepped inside he building.

(Mind if I join?)
Name: Aylo
Gender: Female
Age: 18
Appearance: Brown hair, a darker shade. Almond shaped, amber eyes. Lean and muscular build. She has a scar running through her left eyebrow that she hates.
Personality: Can be unnerving and serious at first. She's very loyal, protective, clever and humorous.
Mannerisms: Fidgets a lot, can't hold still for very long. She always walks around when discussing plans.
Talents: Very quiet, good with knives.
She's part of the Rebellion. Aylo is a Runner and Messenger. (If that can be a thing?)

Nightshade entered the house and walked upstairs. He went straight into the map room. "Alrighty," he smiled taking off his sweatshirt, "who's got Carley's case covered?"
A small girl named, Shawn, nodded and pointed to the map with the only finger she had left. "She was killed here, in Govna Way. Cadence and Jean took out her family and hid the bodies."
Nightshade nodded and moved away from the doorway just in case the girl found her way up here. "Where are they now?" He turned to find Jean entering the room. "Jean… Where's Cadence?"
"I swear… It was nothing! I kissed her just to check if we were partners, and we weren't. I should've died too!"
Nightshade sighed and pulled out his pistol, "here. Join her." He shot Jean, dead.

(Yea you can join!)

(Mind if I join?)
Name: Aylo
Gender: Female
Age: 18
Appearance: Brown hair, a darker shade. Almond shaped, amber eyes. Lean and muscular build. She has a scar running through her left eyebrow that she hates.
Personality: Can be unnerving and serious at first. She's very loyal, protective, clever and humorous.
Mannerisms: Fidgets a lot, can't hold still for very long. She always walks around when discussing plans.
Talents: Very quiet, good with knives.
She's part of the Rebellion. Aylo is a Runner and Messenger. (If that can be a thing?)

(Yep it can be a thing. Have fun!)

(Thanks! )

Aylo stood furthest away from Nightshade, closing her eyes as he fired the pistol. She had been in this rebellion for nearly a year and a half now, but still hadn't gotten used to the sound of a gun.

Isabelle made her way in and suddenly heard the shot of a gun. She gasped and covered her eyes. She body shook as she looked at the dead body just a few feet away from her.

Nightshade sighed and tossed the pistol onto the map walked over to Aylo, "stop being quiet and help."

Isabelle looked up at Nightshade and glared. "You killed someone"

Nightshade grinned, "yeah so?" Shawn walked over to the new girl and showed the girl her hand. "Let's just say if you make mistakes with him, bad thing happen."

Aylo looked up at him. Her amber eyes looked guarded and dangerous, but she nodded, walking over to the map.

( Just wanna make sure I'm getting the plot right. Why are we trying to cover up Carly's death )

Isabelle shivered, "You're no better than them! I did not follow you to end up in the same place I was before" She looked up at Nightshade who stared at her.

Oh well…
Plot: (The Chip)
All of your characters are in a huge called, Asteria. Every other day they have to try and find their partner by the end of there twenty-fifth birthday. If they don't manage to find their partner, their Chip will fall out and their heart will start to slow down. In the city, there is a small rebellion, led by Nightshade (A.k.a, me.)If you choose to be in the rebellion, you will have to try and held Nightshade cover up Carly's death. (Carly was one of the generals in the rebellion. She stabbed eighteen officials in public and was shot.) If you want to be a free citizen… Make up your own rules! Rating M. You may use heavy swearing.

(That's why?)

"You make people clean up your messes" Isabelle looked to the dark skinned girl who looked older and more mature than her.

( Sounds good )

Nightshade cocked his head to the side, "you think I killed Carley? She was my best friend!"

( Sounds good )

(Thanks!)

Aylo leaned over the table, studying the map intensely. All of the other members of the rebellion watched her as she recounted her steps.

Isabelle walked towards him "That doesnt give you the right to end other people's lives" She stared at the puddle of blood on the ground. "Look, I'm sorry for your loss but you can't just…"

Aylo looked up at Isabelle and shot her a warning look.

Nightshade frowned, "he said he should've died too. He would've lived the rest of his life in guilt. I helped him."

Aylo opened her mouth to say something, but decided against it. She returned her gaze to the map, focusing on where to go tomorrow.

"why…" Isabelle shook her head. She didnt want to fight anymore. She was tired. She hadnt slept for hours. She probably look like a mess. I mean she had been living on the streets.