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animatedsmoke) wrote2017-07-22 07:42 pm
animatedsmoke) wrote2017-07-22 07:42 pm
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Who Potemkin, Reinhardt
What Reinhardt picks up a hanger on OR "Don Quixote and Sancho Pan But Both of Them Are Huge"
When AU
Where Around the world.
Every community no matter how small manages to have its outcasts. This town exhibits a clever bit of cruelty in how its lowest pariah is the one who's unable to leave. As the strange individual born in the most random spot in the map of no consequence grew up, he ended up barely looking like a man, which made it easy for anyone with the luxury of belonging to the monolith that can call itself ordinary, not-other, to see him as less than one. It was this single man who was treated as a both beast for labor to bear all the sacrifices that the villagers called for in their building and living, and a prisoner who would just as soon tear it all down destroy everything left to him, if given the chance. One might question such a system and how it was set up, but like the rest of the governing this place it was hardly something left open to vote and debate. The powers that reside in these spots in middle of nowhere tend to hold on... strongly.
Oppressive as it is, those who live here could have a sense of complacency as long as one day continued being the same as the next. Potemkin, too, had contentness settle in his soul. He couldn't imagine anything else.
What Reinhardt picks up a hanger on OR "Don Quixote and Sancho Pan But Both of Them Are Huge"
When AU
Where Around the world.
Every community no matter how small manages to have its outcasts. This town exhibits a clever bit of cruelty in how its lowest pariah is the one who's unable to leave. As the strange individual born in the most random spot in the map of no consequence grew up, he ended up barely looking like a man, which made it easy for anyone with the luxury of belonging to the monolith that can call itself ordinary, not-other, to see him as less than one. It was this single man who was treated as a both beast for labor to bear all the sacrifices that the villagers called for in their building and living, and a prisoner who would just as soon tear it all down destroy everything left to him, if given the chance. One might question such a system and how it was set up, but like the rest of the governing this place it was hardly something left open to vote and debate. The powers that reside in these spots in middle of nowhere tend to hold on... strongly.
Oppressive as it is, those who live here could have a sense of complacency as long as one day continued being the same as the next. Potemkin, too, had contentness settle in his soul. He couldn't imagine anything else.