Dystopian RP (Based off of "Legend" by Marie Lu)

"It's not like she's the first. I know tons of escaped criminals," Harlow muttered. "Besides, inspiring the people is nice, but maybe one out of ten will actually do something. And if they start rioting, the Republic starts a crackdown. People die. It's a good plan for now, but can't we come up with a better one?"

Theo frowned and nodded in agreement. "What do you have in mind?"

"Nothing much. I'm a criminal too, you know. I shoot things. I don't strategize," she said, pacing. "I know a thing. You're going to need more than inspiration. You need to… I don't know. But we need more than one person out of ten to do something."

Rylan nodded in agreement. Theo glanced at her and turned towards the blue haired girl, Peyton. "We'll talk it over with the Patriots. See if there's something better we can do. Feel free to walk around the warehouse or through the sector." He said, standing up and walking towards the boards on the walls.

Rylan tried to get up three different times, her prosthetic buckling under her weight. She limped towards Harlow, swinging her new leg forward. "What do you want to do?"

“Dunno,” she laughed, wrapping an arm around Rylan to help her walk. “You?”

"Hm. . ." She paused to think. "Run around the sector and go into bars like old times? Or something a little more fun?"

“Don’t think you’re up for running, but I could use a drink. Or maybe there’s an arcade or game store around here.”

"Drinking sounds good." Rylan winked at Harlow and grabbed Santiago's hand. "Let's find a bar." She smiled and started to walk towards the exit of the warehouse.

“To the bar!” Harlow laughed.

//timeskip? to where?

( Just some random bar )

//kk

Harlow helped Rylan into a seat, then sat down next to her. “Have you guys got margaritas?” She asked the bartender, leaning on the counter.

Rylan glanced to the side, where different fights broke out and people called catcalls out at girls who walked by. She tugged her jacket closer to her and decided to focus on the bartender.

Harlow followed her gaze, before turning back to the bartender.

“Sure. Just gonna need some IDs,” he said. Harlow handed over her fake /pretty sure I said she was 17 or smthing

Rylan nudged Harlow and motioned to a group of guys in the corner of the room. "They're cute, and you seem kind of lonely. Why don't you go. . . talk to them."

“Nah, I’m good,” she laughed. “Girl over there is cute though, might try and hit her up.”

Rylan laughed and took a sip from her drink. She felt a little uncomfortable in the bar as people got too close to her. She glanced down at her leg and tugged on the fabric of her pants to make sure it was covering the metal.

“You good? Looking a little uncomfortable.”

//I found a fc for Harlow :D
A little young but
https://goo.gl/images/YC8ZxM

( Yeah, that's how I imagined Harlow. I need to find a picture for Rylan )

"Yeah. Not really used to people getting so close." She sighed, looking down at her drink.

Rylan nodded and glanced behind her. A Skiz fight had broken out, between a tall, broad shouldered man and a smaller blond girl. She turned around completely and decided to watch the fight.

( This is the closest thing I could find for Rylan. They have the same features, except for eye color and eye shape. https://www.pinterest.com/pin/845269423786338766/

( Good Santiago. Don't doubt girls xD )

( Yeah, that's how I imagined him too. )