The ghettos, the most dreadful, crime-ridden stink holes on the entire island. Those considered "unfit" or are born inside are forever stuck inside the walls that seperate these horrid places from the rest of the drab city. Order guards dare not leave their posts on the wall to go further into the ghettoes, but that doesn't mean that they are out of Order's reach. Good luck, you unfortunate soul.
Gea stared at the looming walls of the ghetto, she is completely disheveled. She keeps an eye out for someone who might try something, but otherwise just stands, not wanting to go back to the hovel she calls a home. She knows that her neigbors foal will be crying, and she knows that someponies will be fighting. She takes a deep breath of the putrid, almost rotten air that fills the ghettoes, and closes her eyes.
"Oye! Little mare, hoof o'er yer valuables and we might not k'll you!" snarled a adolescent colt, who held a knife in his mouth. Most crime in the ghettoes were committed by young ones hired by crime lords.
"Go back home kid." Gea turned and looked at the young colt. "I don't have any valuables to mah name." She deliberated just going, but knew it would just end with her bleeding. "You should stop this 'ere life before you wind up in a gutter."
The colt gave her a weird look, "Now 'ow do ya not know 'bout her? She rules all the crime in this here ghetto."
"That would 'splain it." Gea stared at the colt with an almost scolding-mother look. "I ain' never been a part of no crime, or no criminal thing."
The colt was about to open his mouth when his head literally exploded onto Gea. As his lifeless body fell to the ground, two guards in clean white armored uniforms were revealed, the Order Bringers. "You're coming with us ghetto mare." one said spitefully.
Gea was unphased, though a bit solemn due to the death of a younger pony. "On what call..?" She said warily. "Have I done somthin' atroublin'?" Gea approached the guards, knowing the consequences of disobediance.
"The Order-Maker wishes to see a random sample of citizens, even you ghetto livers. You happened to be selected, now come on." said one of the Order Bringers, motioning with his gun. (Here's some information on Order that any citizen knows about. Order Bringers are the 'first response' team. Their the ones that move in and make arrests and such. Order Keepers are your common guard. And the Order-Maker is the ruler of Friendship City.)
Gea nodded and followed the Order-Bringers, asking no more questions. She listened to the sound of their hooves, and the sound of the other ghetto ponies going about their difficult lives. (Makes a lot of sense. Sounds like any monarchy-based thing)
As they walked down the main road, the only road in the ghetto that had any sort of paving, the crowd kept a wide berth around the guards and their escort. All of them gave Gea a look that said good luck or some other 'I feel bad for you' kind of things. They reached the wall gate, where they were waved through after logging themselves in and Gea getting some blood taken for registration. "So you where a birther?" asked one of the Order-Keepers that took over escorting Gea to the Order Palace. - - Auto Merge - - (A birther is one born inside the ghetto)
One of the Keepers nodded, "Ya know, this might be your lucky break. The Maker does this sample every year, ya know, for new Order fill in the blankers. I was a birther two, then I got selected." the gray, almost identical buildings almost seemed to press in. They were only interrupted by private murals, ponies, or shops.
Gea noticed the peaceful atmosphere, and was extremely unsettled. "Lucky break..." She couldn't help but wonder if there was a young pony somewhere around here, much like that young colt, who was wondering what excitement was like.
They got to the gate to the Order Palace, "This is where we had you back over to the Bringers." said the birther Keeper. "Just keep walking and don't do anything to cross them and you will be fine."
Almost instantly upon entering the gate, Gea was surrounde by five Bringers, who took her to a side courtyard where about a hundred other ponies stood before a completely armored pony on a raised platform, who's mask hid the pony's identity, the Order Maker. "Welcome one and all." the Maker said in a deep, gruff voice, "You are probably wondering why you are here, let me tell you. Every year, I make a random lottery of ponies from across the city, even the horrid ghettoes. The reason I do this is for recruitment for my Order Bringers and Keepers. If you wish not to do this, I understand. You will return to whatever life you lived before."
Gea almost wished to cast down this opportunity, but it was a way out of those forsaken ghettoes. She listened intently to the Order-Maker.
