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Time to see how well those smoke bombs worked to conceal what she was doing, yes. And the night-vision goggles and gas mask, as well as that red wig to add to the confusion. And the stencils she had cut back at the theater, and that glorious spray paint.

Sorry, Kitty. Kenzi kept part of her promise? The paint was on the streets. And some benches. Maybe one or two garbage cans. Not the walls of any buildings.

FREE ZOE WINCHESTER!

Anakin Skywalker was here.

Take Umbrage at Umbridge. Someone should.

And occasionally, a small Peace-Out/Sod-Off sign. Hard to say which, for sure. Aaaand Kenzi was still humming. "Hello darkness, my old friend..."

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"I've come to talk with you again
Because a vision softly creeping
Left its seeds while I was sleeping
And the vision that was planted in my brain
Still remains
Within the sound of silence."

When Kenzi had approached her to help out with some mischief, Zeela had so been there. Today's lessons had been...quite illuminating, especially the one with the demon. And since Zeela wasn't stupid enough to try to pick a fight to release some of the anger that was simmering inside her, a bit of mischief would have to do the trick.

THOSE THAT CHOOSE SECURITY OVER FREEDOM DESERVE NEITHER!

...She'd done a bit of research on good slogans to write

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Man, this was old skool. But kind of cool, with that.

In restless dreams I walked alone
Narrow streets of cobblestone
'Neath the halo of a street lamp
I turned my collar to the cold and damp
When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon light
That split the night
And touched the sound of silence

Hopefully Dolores the Dictator would have an aneurysm over this. Or at least try something stupid.

QUESTION AUTHORITY. BEFORE FANDOM QUESTIONS YOU.

Dolores makes the Baby Ingvar cry.

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WAKE UP AND SEE WHAT SHE'S DOING TO ALL OF US!

Zeela tossed Kenzi one of her almost-empty spray paint cans, grabbing another one to continue their work. She had no idea how she knew the words to the song she was singing, but she didn't let that stop her.

"And in the naked light I saw
Ten thousand people, maybe more
People talking without speaking
People hearing without listening
People writing songs that voices never share
And no one dared
Disturb the sound of silence."

WHEN WILL YOU RISE?

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Kenzi might have heard her grandma sing it. In Russian. Ages ago. But hey.

""Fools", said I, "You do not know
Silence like a cancer grows
Hear my words that I might teach you
Take my arms that I might reach you"
But my words, like silent raindrops fell
And echoed
In the wells of silence..."

Kenzi thoughtfully put the paint cans in the nearest garbage can, because Littering Was Wrong. This, on the other hand, was Protest Art.

YOU POOR UNFORTUNATE SOULS. STEAL YOURS BACK!

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PINK IS A PESTILENCE!

They were good citizens, weren't they? Not littering and urging their fellows to arms.

"And the people bowed and prayed
To the neon god they made
And the sign flashed out its warning
In the words that it was forming
And the sign said, 'The words of the prophets are written on the subway walls
And tenement halls'
And whispered in the sounds of silence.

This song was actually filled with good slogans to write. SILENCE LIKE A CANCER GROWS. SO SPEAK UP AND SPEAK OUT!

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"The sounds... of silence," Kenzi echoed. Then blinked down the street, and had to grin at the miasma of smoke, fluroescent paint winking through the edges, and neon slogans.

"We do good work."


----> This way to Detention. This way to Hell <----

MAKE YOUR OWN WAY!

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"You wanna help me with an illustration?" Zeela suggested, giving Kenzi a grin. "I'm thinking we might want to take the Hansel and Gretel story and draw a pink witch getting pushed into the oven by two kids."

Too bad Zeela had no idea what Zoe or Anakin looked like, or she'd've suggested them pushing Umbridge in.

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Kenzi checked her watch, and gave Zeela a thumbs' up. "I think we have time to rough out a sketch before we should skip on over to the other side of town." She started shaking a can of red paint, grin widening. "If we're lucky, the rickshaws will be driving over her face all day!"

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"I'm looking forward to walking on it myself," Zeela said with an evil grin. "If we put it close enough to a tree, maybe we can bribe the squirrels to crap on it, too. That's a portrait I won't mind seeing."

She snagged a can of black, then looked a bit apprehensively at her friend. "Not too realistic, right? I don't want the picture following us with it's little beady eyes or anything."

[Night!]

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"Jesus, no. The photos already give me nightmares," Kenzi agreed over the hsssss of escaping paint. "Birds and squirrels! If we're lucky."

The caricature was ugly, but recognizably Miss Umbridge... oh wait. "More Pink! MORE PINK!" Kenzi said in a terrible English accent.

[niiiight!]

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Zeela laughed and traded in her black paint for a can of white to go with Kenzi's can of red. "My sisters love pink," she said, spraying the pavement. "When we get out of here, I'm burning every pink garment they own."

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"Amen to that, sister," Kenzi agreed. "I miss being Goth all the time, damnit." She sighed. "Do your sisters know you're stuck here?"

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"They do," Zeela said shortly, not wanting to have to answer too many questions about her sisters or where they were now. "We're all looking forward to when I can get home, I can tell you that."

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"Yeah. Man, I may even track down my cousins and hug them." Kenzi made a face. "Right, more flames... and woot!"

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Zeela stepped back and admired their handiwork. "I think that looks good, don't you?" she asked. "Nice and evocative."

Two people shoving a bright pink blob with a rough resemblance into an oven gouting flames. Couldn't get much more obvious than that.

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"We are evoking a lot of joy in my heart right now, I'll say that." Kenzi glanced at her watch again. "Whoops. Time to jet before the Stormtroopers troop on by."