King De- throned

Posted on Wed Aug 12th, 2020 @ 8:13am by Plexie Natalya Petrovich
Edited on on Thu Aug 13th, 2020 @ 8:13pm

Mission: This Week's Special
Location: Around

So it was true.

Heavily lined blue eyes rolled upwards in frustration as Natalya sat cross-legged in the middle of her bed. Her Cortex still sat over on her desk blinking the truth of the news over and over, flickering like it was taunting her. Zane was supposed to have been hers. He was her boyfriend, and yet he’d been found with that… Hur Bao Duhn Jessica. And not just found with, the girl had been sans clothing. That part she was struggling with. Not the part where Zane had been mauled. Maybe that served him right for what he was doing….or maybe she had more of her father in her than she realized. Either way, the facts were still the same. Zane had been with another girl. Natalya flopped backwards, bouncing once on the bed as she stared up at the ceiling. Surely he didn’t think she wouldn’t find out?

Something had to be done.

A slow, mischievous grin spread across her face. The ones that start slow as that first spark of a thought sparks and then spreads as the thought percolates and becomes a full fledged idea. It was brilliant. Wonderful. And it was gonna be gorram beautiful.

Natalya flung herself from her bed and headed out into the heart of the Skyplex, to where she had her things secreted away. Her family hadn’t been home and that made getting out much easier, but then again, she was her papa’s baby girl and could get away with just about anything. Except for working at the donut shop, it seemed. She made sure she wasn’t followed, and if she was, it was by other Plexies and Nat didn’t care. No one knew where her things were stashed, except others like herself, others that donned with green hoodies. She disappeared down a corridor, making her way past the tricks and traps, to pull the side panel free and tug out her hoodie and a small backpack.

The backpack held paint, paint she’d replaced after her and Zane’s last tagging spree. Something she was about to do again, only this time she was going to be doing it alone and it was a message for Zane himself. Well….him and the other Plexies. Pulling the hood over her head, Nat slid the backpack on backwards, giving herself easy access to the supplies it carried. A short nod at a few of the others milling about, had her heading out. She had a message to deliver, and in the best possible way.

Would it have made more sense to go talk to him? Probably. But she was a young teenage girl scorned. Natalya found the perfect spot, the first perfect spot, and went to work. By the time she was finished, the colorful tag was noticeable with a jacket of green, hood pulled over a faceless head where there was nothing but shadow. At the bottom there was a broken, upside down crown. And under that were the very bright, bold words that simply read ‘king dethroned - long live the queen’. Natalya gave it one last glance, eyes sparkling with approval before she turned away.

Long live the Queen.




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