Yuki barged into Tabitha's tiny flat without knocking, snapping her fingers to turn on the vid monitor embedded in the wall. "You have got to see this," she said.
The flickering video image was another one of those stupid presidential speeches, reminding everyone about the shoe laws. Tabitha rolled her eyes. "It's just the Supreme Leader being tedious," she said. "All the speeches are the same."
Yuki smiled. "Not this one. Watch."
Tabitha leaned forward, squinting at the screen and rubbing her feet. The latest shoe law had banned sneakers except for athletes and government officials, and her feet weren't used to the strappy sandals now mandated for teens. No arch support.
The image flickered, sound crackling. The wires behind the wall must be coming loose again. "--and remember, it is vitally important not to--"
A shower of sparkling motes cascaded down over the president's perfectly coifed Ken-doll hair and scowling face, all colors in the harsh media lighting. "Is that--"
Yuki nodded, her grin threatening to split her face.
"--glitter?"
Yuki opened her mouth, but before she could say anything they hear the thud of platformed feet on the stairs. Yuki's eyes went wide. "Oh god, it's the Platforms! They must have followed me. Tabitha, is there another way out?"
There wasn't time to ask why the cops would be following Yuki. Tabitha leapt to her feet, heart racing. "Follow me!" She ran over to the sliding door out onto her porch and hauled it open. The fire escape was rickety, not up to code, but she'd climbed down it a few times. No cops in platform shoes would be getting down that fire escape!
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Re: Prompt 4
Date: 2011-06-08 11:09 pm (UTC)The flickering video image was another one of those stupid presidential speeches, reminding everyone about the shoe laws. Tabitha rolled her eyes. "It's just the Supreme Leader being tedious," she said. "All the speeches are the same."
Yuki smiled. "Not this one. Watch."
Tabitha leaned forward, squinting at the screen and rubbing her feet. The latest shoe law had banned sneakers except for athletes and government officials, and her feet weren't used to the strappy sandals now mandated for teens. No arch support.
The image flickered, sound crackling. The wires behind the wall must be coming loose again. "--and remember, it is vitally important not to--"
A shower of sparkling motes cascaded down over the president's perfectly coifed Ken-doll hair and scowling face, all colors in the harsh media lighting. "Is that--"
Yuki nodded, her grin threatening to split her face.
"--glitter?"
Yuki opened her mouth, but before she could say anything they hear the thud of platformed feet on the stairs. Yuki's eyes went wide. "Oh god, it's the Platforms! They must have followed me. Tabitha, is there another way out?"
There wasn't time to ask why the cops would be following Yuki. Tabitha leapt to her feet, heart racing. "Follow me!" She ran over to the sliding door out onto her porch and hauled it open. The fire escape was rickety, not up to code, but she'd climbed down it a few times. No cops in platform shoes would be getting down that fire escape!