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brittanatorWHO: Britta Perry and anyone unfortunate enough to walk by.
WHAT: Sitting in a cardboard prison in the square
WHEN: Day 46
WHERE: By the fountain!
WARNINGS: Uh... Imprisonment of some sort? Yelling? Pointless protest?
It has taken Britta several days to get this plan together. She's spent the entire time with her heart in her throat and making rude faces and gestures at the cameras. But at long last, she's ready to drag a large cardboard box into the square, placing it near the fountain and crawling inside. She's cut rectangular slats out of the cardboard and colored in everything out with sharpie, the lines getting increasingly haphazard as she'd gone, tired of doing the work. The bars weren't necessarily even, either, but she didn't care. She's finally going to do something. This might be the most important protest she's ever done in her life. No, it might be the most important protest ever. She doesn't actually believe she'll accomplish anything with this - everyone knows already that they're imprisoned here - but if this protest gets people to wake up and rise agaisnt their oppressors? Then maybe when these people go home, they'll have Britta, at least in part, to thank.
Not that she's doing this for thanks. Or even to be known or appreciated. She's fine with just doing her part and trying to make a difference.
Smiling faintly to herself, she closes the cardboard door behind her and wraps herself up in the blanket she's brought with her. Britta, protester extraordinaire, will now proceed to make the world a better place.
"PEOPLE. THIS IS YOUR FREEDOM. DON'T LET YOURSELVES BE SHEEP! RISE UP LIKE LIONS!"
Whoo! Feels goooooooooooooood!
WHAT: Sitting in a cardboard prison in the square
WHEN: Day 46
WHERE: By the fountain!
WARNINGS: Uh... Imprisonment of some sort? Yelling? Pointless protest?
It has taken Britta several days to get this plan together. She's spent the entire time with her heart in her throat and making rude faces and gestures at the cameras. But at long last, she's ready to drag a large cardboard box into the square, placing it near the fountain and crawling inside. She's cut rectangular slats out of the cardboard and colored in everything out with sharpie, the lines getting increasingly haphazard as she'd gone, tired of doing the work. The bars weren't necessarily even, either, but she didn't care. She's finally going to do something. This might be the most important protest she's ever done in her life. No, it might be the most important protest ever. She doesn't actually believe she'll accomplish anything with this - everyone knows already that they're imprisoned here - but if this protest gets people to wake up and rise agaisnt their oppressors? Then maybe when these people go home, they'll have Britta, at least in part, to thank.
Not that she's doing this for thanks. Or even to be known or appreciated. She's fine with just doing her part and trying to make a difference.
Smiling faintly to herself, she closes the cardboard door behind her and wraps herself up in the blanket she's brought with her. Britta, protester extraordinaire, will now proceed to make the world a better place.
"PEOPLE. THIS IS YOUR FREEDOM. DON'T LET YOURSELVES BE SHEEP! RISE UP LIKE LIONS!"
Whoo! Feels goooooooooooooood!