OOC Thread:<br/>l<a class="postlink-local" href="https://creativefreedomrpg.com/viewtopic.php?f=73&amp;t=9715">viewtopic.php?f=73&amp;t=9715</a>l<br/><br/>Aiden stood solemnly in the dark and waited. Only a faint glimmer of the sunrise to come was passing through the barred windows above. He had heard that fifteen years earlier the old prison had been lit by candles. Aiden suspected they may have brought more illumination than the dim electric lights around him now. New York City, where he had grown up, was electrified around the time he was born. This place was not quite so lucky. A key noisily turned in a lock, interrupting his wandering mind.<br/><br/>â€œGo on, boy,â€ the muscular, Delta security guard said to him after the gate was open. Both of them were the same age, but all Omegas were talked down to â€“ especially by security guards at Reeducation camps. This one, Bright Future, was no different than the rest. Although its name might suggest a positive experience to the uninitiated, the dank reality of the converted prison was quite different. Aiden forced himself to smile pleasantly and passed through the gate. On the other side was a line of young women â€“ Alphas, in fact, on the way for an early exercise swim before their classes. Aiden had just spent the evening cleaning the pools.<br/><br/>Men and women werenâ€™t allowed to socialize in the camp â€“ especially Omegas and non-Omegas. Still, someone had to clean the place from time to time. It was improper to give women work details, so janitorial work fell on â€˜trustworthyâ€™ Omegas like Aiden.<br/><br/>His eyes found Carina, a young woman of about the same age as he.  The two had stolen moments to talk to one another, and had the beginnings of a friendship forming. At one point he had snuck into the womenâ€™s side of the camp for a private conversation, which would have landed either of them in hot water had they been caught. As Aiden passed he nonchalantly slipped her a note. He continued walking with a wink and disappeared into the dim hallways beyond.<br/><br/>Later, in a private moment, Carina found the following written in the note. It was penned in Aidenâ€™s own distinctive longhand.<br/><br/><blockquote><div><cite>Aiden wrote:</cite>Dear Carina,<br/><br/>I hope this letter finds you well. I have the details worked out, would love to discuss. Midnight tonight at the usual place.<br/><br/>Yours,<br/>Aiden</div></blockquote>