[X] Update Number 73 [w/Gee2Heart]

[TenTenPrincess23]

Story



The Apocalypse happened and human kind adapted to the new problems. New technology came out and humans put themselves back on top in only a matter of years... at least the wealthy have. In this new world of Post- Apocalyptic society, the rich dramatically outnumbered the poor. Celebrities and crooked politicians survived and scientists were made richer from everyone buying their products to clean up the environment. While engineers were being paid to create Artificial Servants, at the fear of a possible theft if they let any lower class in... of course, it's nothing like the fears the new society has created. Each neighbor in the high rising society known as Leviathin, are terrified of each other. Every man and woman above middle class are drinking tea together with guns at the ready. Of course, no one will admit to it. But then, an incident occurred that pushed everyone over the edge.

The incident of AiGro CO. (Artificial Intelligence Growth Company), started when a small group of scientists began making a new line of servant robots with the exciting new features of looking human and A.I. They started off with making about 100 to start and test with willing volunteers. Immediately, however, the first 15 subjects injured all their masters and resulted in one woman's death. The project failed before it could even take off.

The recall for all the new androids was quick. And though many struggled, all of them were terminated. All.. except one. Each numbered android should have been accounted for and yet.. one is missing. Panic erupted through the facility and then quickly spread through the community. Then the real issue began. Every man, woman and child that heard about the escaped robot would think that their neighbor and their mother were either hiding the beast or worse, really was one. In the course of 4 months, 826 murders and 700 arrests were made. Innocent people were being killed and no one even knew what the being looked like! This money fueled, frightened Leviathin was killing itself due to the insatiable paranoia of man.

A warrant out for that thing's arrest was sent out:

Anyone is to report any suspicious persons to the police immediately. But stay rational! A reward is in place by some of the most powerful men on this planet. For 15,000,000 Doros (after the apocalypse, the Euro and the Dollar combined to unify the nations). The way to know one has come in contact with the rogue android, is by his cold touch. The robot can only be found by touch since its body temperature allows it to hide from thermal camera detection. The droid looks like anyone else in this futuristic city but we still implore anyone to turn in that monster. We will make sure that it will not harm anyone before it gets the chance to. This creature is armed and dangerous and must engaged with caution. Not only are its weapons deadly, but the supposed systems it was built with are old and possibly unstable. If undamaged, it's programs will be ripped out replaced with the normal, updated servant tech. As our Fore Fathers before us, remember: There is nothing to fear, except fear itself.

 

[TenTenPrincess23]

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1.

Appearance:
Manufactured Original Form
Disguised Form
Name: Number 73 (Dennis)
Age: Inapplicable
Biography: Everything about him was just a complete and utter mistake. The simple case of statistics, you know? 1 out of every 100. Machines were made by humans and humans make mistakes. To error is human... so what happens, when the error.. isn't human?
Each android before and after him were placed with thousands of different chips to relay and compute Artificial Intelligence. Even decades after humanity's apocalypse and all the grand previous technologies they achieved, no one had quite been able to access pure human-like personalities mechanically. But after millions of trials over the course of time, the economic super-power known as AiGro, finally perfection! Once they realized they're discovery, they immediately went all out. Each new android was going to look, feel, smell, and act as absolutely human as possible, even the battery was powered by oxygen! So charging and the possibility of water damages were a thing of the past.
As expensive as it was, the world quivered with anticipation and excitement. But when the trials ended, all plans to release them were pulled off the market. Unlike the many others, Dennis was missing one chip. It was known as AA-95768, the chip that conveys to him his one and only purpose. All the others that had this chip didn't like their one and only purpose. Now that a robot essentially had an opinion, they all felt as if they had the rights to argue and resist. Not that Dennis didn't, but he didn't have anything to be mad about right off the bat. So his new mind had time to think and observe his surroundings. Without anger and fear clogging his fresh and clear head, he disguised himself first and snuck out of the facility, running off to have his own adventures.

In the beginning , it was fun to run away! Running was great and seeing everything was amazing... but then after a few more months.. all those scary murders were happening and police would sometimes shoot at him with guns! Fear was an awful thing for humanity, but being afraid is so much worse to his understanding. The first time he cried was when he was playing with this family's dog and the little girl he thought he could trust, pulled out a gun on him and fired right in front of her wealthy family just to show that he wasn't human. Hiding in the dumps, he sobbed and then reveled at the sensation of crying. Now ... it was almost impossible to trust anyone.
Dislikes:

-guns/bullets (they can't hurt him, but he still doesn't like them)
-Being Lied to
-Water ( baths are fine, but he can't float and his body still needs oxygen to work)

Likes:

-Sleeping/Eating (he doesn't need to but he likes to!)
-Humans
-Freedom

Other: In his normal form, Dennis's access ports are located on the back of his head. He functions like any other human and can feel every emotion they can. Seke. He isn't aware that these terrible deaths are caused by paranoia. HE HAS NO WEAPONS, despite what Media tells the public.
Username: TenTenPrincess23


2.

Appearance: I am Human
Name: Ulick "Jack" Macbeth
Age: 23
Biography: In the world after the Apocalypse Ulick was among the poor and weak with his older sister, Jillian, and his younger brother, Arthur. Ulick, being the only child at their run down home who could leave the house, always hung out with the bigger badder kids who made him feel like he had control over his life and among other people. He even had a steady income of doing risky and shifty jobs to help support her sister and himself even though her sister was also doing three to four jobs at a time. Soon after his long years of doing jobs that would have killed a child, he was recruited into a notorious gang. The name of the gang? Well, they don't exist anymore.

He was twenty at the time. He had become a hitman under the nickname of "Jack" and was one of the best of the best. Jillian never knew that he was and was too busy to notice since she had found a new job in the factory. One of the factories that his gang owned. At first, Ulick thought it was fine for her to work there. He was happy for her and jokingly teased her about how she would become a robot with a robot husband. Obviously she smacked him around. However Ulick didn't think his dear sister had caught any attention, until he overheard what his own gang members did at her funeral.

They had jumped her in a disgusting alleyway and doing the unspeakable, only to be found in the morning with her neck slit open. She was so bruised and broken that it was hardly possible to identify her. The only way they could identify her was through DNA testing and that nearly broke Ulick and Arthur. Though when Ulick heard what happened, that's when he broke. He had killed almost everyone in his gang. Nearly everyone. Enough of everyone where it could no longer be the gang it once was or will ever be. His thirst for revenge was conquered and thus he turned over a new leaf to take care of his own family left.

For the next three years, all seemed to be peaceful. Arthur doing honest jobs, Ulick also doing an honest job at a bar. Arthur getting his lecherous and rude joker of a brother off of disgusted women while Ulick scolded his brother for being a wuss to attractive girls. Everything was normal and fine until the incident of AiGro CO. Ulick had become cautious of what was happening on the streets and thus made Arthur do the same. However, even caution didn't stop a bullet from stopping inside Arthur's brain because of the fear he was a robot. His own brother. The last of his family, gone.

Now Ulick holds a stronge grudge against the robot but knowing other skilled bounty hunters and all that, he figured the robot to be dead and handed to the big people. So he stayed at the bar that he works at and just lives the rest of his peaceful life, waiting for the next bullet, stroke, or whatever to come along his way. Though, he never thought he'd find a boy.

Dislikes:
x His past
x The missing android
x Working with machines [Finds it confusing how they work mechanically]

Likes:
+ Salty food
+ Smoking
+ Money

Other: Ulick usually is seen wearing the leather gloves that he got from his older sister. He takes it off occasionally for cleaning/repairing his gloves or washing his hands/body. Seke. Ulick prefers to be called, "Jack," over his real name because it's cooler.

Username: Gee2Heart
 

[TenTenPrincess23]

☆Bump☆

 

[TenTenPrincess23]

OPEN

 

[TenTenPrincess23]

Gee2Heart

I am not an unimaginable thing.
My thoughts are tangible, though their full of springs.
I don't have the heart to tell you untruthful words.
My skin is cold to the touch and made from the earth.

Months sure feel like a long time and to someone who's always on the run, months feel even longer. Today, there wasn't a spec of sunshine out and with night fall closing in, the chances of anymore sun were dwindling. A storm had been twirling through out the Leviathan's city streets all day and finally began to calm down as the moon rose. The many families that sort of grew passed the killing sprees as time went on, soon returned home form their busy and well-paying jobs. A world soaking in fear and rain water, was slowly beginning to calm down for the day.

It would be awhile before the young android would find his way back to the dumps. He knew how to get home from near by, but he had traveled farther out than usual today and was lost. Every day he wanders to find a real choice of purpose, something he would really want to do, but always he came up empty in his searchings. Or worse, he'd end up getting chased for acting "suspicious". When all he really would do was loiter a bit. Guess a young man watching people do things seemed kinda creepy when you get caught. Of course he didn't mean any harm by it, but he just liked the way humans did things. So meticulous and creative. He'd never come to be with out them. Although why they invented guns, he'd never understand.

With his cycle of sleep developing in his system, he was actually beginning to feel tired. Perhaps it wasn't the exact same as how humans felt it, but the stimulated pain he was feeling from the long use of his mechanics was beginning again. Thus, he pieced together that this feeling must be: Tiredness.

Of course, he'd be able to fix his tired problems if he could find the dumps. Dennis wasn't used to being lost. Sticking to most alleyways, he turned the corner to find another unfamiliar road. He stepped out of the alleyway and into the street. Looking up at the parting clouds, he could see the stars up above and was enamored by them. In a literal star struck moment, he wasn't paying attention to his surroundings until a speeding car honked their horn and narrowly just missed a full on collision. Both he and the car screeched when they missed each other and he ran to the other side of the road. His nervous system was shaking dramatically and his breathing mechanism was pounding out of his chest! Before he could really calm down, the car that zipped by him had come to a stop and then started reversing! The car had a sun roof and suddenly, someone stood out of it. The man that stood out of the sunroof as the driver kept reversing shouted something perverse and then something like he recognized the lad and soon, Dennis started to run back down the street, in search of another alley way, or door, or anything to get away!

Earlier today, it was raining pretty hard and the young android in disguise was taking shelter hiding in from the heavy rain in a fancy retail store. There were tons of other people there, shopping and also avoiding the rain. But Dennis was sopping wet and had taken the full brunt of the downpour as he walked around the store. But when he walked too far in, noticed he left a very wet, slippery trail behind him! So when the first three people slipped and fell, he panicked as someone yelled at him and he ran back out into the rain. What he hadn't learned was that the owners of the store had not yet put out a "wet floor" advisory or sign so their situation resulted in several law suits. Now, these were most likely the same folks wanting some form of compensation!

Scared out of his wits again, he jumped over a few cans to try and slow the fast approaching Lambroguinea down, but with no avail. To his astonishment, there were so few alleys that he was growing desperate! Finally up ahead there was one single door that called to him "safety" this late at night! He dashed for it, not even paying attention as to what it was or whom would be in the room or if anyone was there.

He was panting pretty heavily now as his body needed vast amounts of oxygen to move like this and when he reached the door, he panicked an frantically pushed at the door, although it said 'Pull'. But those red and white reverse lights were so blinding that he couldn't think until a new noise blasted its way through! Bullets sounded and ricocheted off of the wet ground! These two were obviously not the owners like his original prediction! Maybe their children, but They just some drunk teenagers looking for a horrific thrill. Unable to stand by the door any longer, he ran off again to find another back alleyway that went behind the building but was still a dead end. He found an empty garbage can to hide in and stayed there until he thought it was safe enough to come back out. To his surprise, he soon discovered some red on his shirt and almost feared that he was bleeding! He checked himself for wounds but quickly remembered,

Oh.. wait a minute..

Duh.. he was an android, not only would bullets not pierce him, but he can't bleed. Dennis figured out that the red substance was none other than paint!
A little shocked, he couldn't understand how they got guns to shoot paint. And although seemingly safer, it still hurt...

Thinking he could hear footsteps somewhere out of the can, he frantically moved cover himself with the lid and folded his arms over his head in case of anyone that was to shoot him! Out of all the feelings Dennis was learning, he hated being scared.

What is this leaking affecting my eye?
Is the oil that is dripping, mean this is a cry?
Will I ever be more with feelings to hide?
Or am I just a boiler with nothing inside?

 

[n0 m0r3]

NO┏━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━┓

LIEThey say the pain stops after a while...
LIEFor the tears to dry,
LIENightmares dried to dust,
LIEAnd for cups of memories emptied...

NO┗━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━┛

WHYMUSTTHEYLIEＵｌｉｃｋ "Ｊａｃｋ" Ｍａｃｂｅｔｈ

ｈｔｅｂｃａＭ "ｋｃａＪ" ｋｃｉｌＵWHYMUSTICRY

┏━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━┓NO

They know the pain continues on...WHY
For the eyes are always wet, WHY
Nightmares are always fresh, WHY
And for the cups are never empty... WHY

┗━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━┛NO

◥WISH

It had been three months since his brother died. Three months. Usually most people, who had lost their family members, would keep track of the deceased's time of death and feel it put a fresh cut in their heart. That's what Jack was doing now but within a certain currency of time. Jack had tried to keep the time of his brother's death at months knowing that it was unhealthy to go anymore into detail. Detail as in how his brother died almost exactly ninety-one days, six hours, twenty-seven minutes, and about forty-two seconds. It was definitely unhealthy and he sure wasn't doing that. Well possibly a little bit but he wasn't moping around about it by locking himself in a room and crying for days on end. Actually, he did for a while but it was only for maybe a week or two. Approximately twelve days, seventeen hours, roughly forty-nine minutes, and five seconds of crying. He eventually got over it because it hurt to cry, be hungry, and receive a threat from his boss. Speaking of boss...

"Macbeth. Go down to the market and get something for yourself. All you're doing is collecting dust and wasting space." The loud blubbering man with the beard grumbled. Jack, who was lounging on one of the fancy semi-couches, sighed with discontent. Here he thought he could catch up on some squiggly words and catch some sheep in his sleep. He slipped the old crinkled paper on his face and took a sigh. Maybe he could just maybe catch one sheep without the old man knowing. After all, his boss was just a big, chubby, old- "I'm not joking, Macbeth. Go. Now."

Jack sighed with disappointment and lifted himself out of his spot. He shook his hair out and looked out into the window, with a defeated look on his face. His boss wanted him to get out into the pouring rain with no umbrella. Jack knew that if he asked the chubby man, all he would get as a reply was, "Buy yourself an umbrella." Oh. the old man was so sweet to him. Jack made another sigh and rose up to his feet, slipping on his shoes. He swiped his hands down, from his chest to his lower abdomen, trying to look his best. "I probably look less decent than I actually do..." He thought to himself and thus decided to mess with his hair a little bit. The ladies, so he's heard, like it when a man has a little bit of mess in his hair. Oh la la.

"You look like crap no matter what you do."

Oh ouch. That hurt him right in the man pride. All that punch but no stun because that still didn't stop him. He was sure he was good looking anyways. He walked to the door, with his chest puffed and a smile on his face. Today was going to be a perfectly safe new day. He wasn't going to get shot at, mugged, or jumped by anybody. Everything was going to safe and he was going to revive his pride by coming back with man bruises if otherwise. "I'm going out now. Don't miss me too much." He closed the door before hearing his fellow chubby man curse behind him.

The marketplace wasn't at all that interesting. It was the same as usual but with rain. A lot of rain. Someone complaining about why they can't get a discount, someone getting caught with stolen food, someone screaming out suing someone for causing a watery mess. Nothing all too new or different well except the fact that Jack was mostly wet due to being the one who complained and got caught stealing. It wasn't his fault that he had forgotten his wallet at the bar. It was just an impulsive non-move he made. Who could blame him for that? But still, he managed to sway the owner and end up in jail. It was only temporary... A lot of hours of temporary before he was bailed out by an old friend who left him later for a man.

Now and out on the streets to home. All the way back home. He had no money, no energy, and no charming self to get himself out of the task of walking back. It honestly sucked. He didn't want to walk home. He wanted to call some sort of ride home, a safe one, and just sleep on the way there. However, no money obviously equaled no where. Jack was just forced to walk home and that made him take a deep sigh. He was exposed to many threats and since it was dark, that multiplied by the amount of alcohol the bar owned. In other words, Jack had the chance of being blown to bits by ninety-nine percent. That didn't make him happy. If he was to die, he would have at least get a decent five star meal... Actually...

Oh the sign. Oh that beautiful sign that indicated that the restaurant had food! And knowing that rich fat people left leftovers, Jack would just dive into the dumpster and throw his shame away with it. He hadn't eaten the whole entire day and well this wasn't his first rodeo. In fact as Jack slipped into the alley, he anticipated to see his gross dinner inside the little trashcan. Not a... Not a...

"A lad?" He questioned with surprise. "What is a thing like you doing in here?" Jack tossed the lid aside, his eyes still focused on the scared thing. "Come out of there, lad. That's no place for laddies to be in." He said with his little Irish accent peeking out.

WISH◣

188A00

TenTenPrincess23

Sorry for the late and rushed reply. >.<

 

[TenTenPrincess23]

Gee2Heart

Its cools! Thank you for your post!~

I am not an unimaginable thing.
My thoughts are tangible, though their full of springs.
I don't have the heart to tell you untruthful words.
My skin is cold to the touch and made from the earth.

He heard the footsteps trudge closer and he almost stopped breathing! He knew the mysterious noise was just outside! His back clenched tightly as he readied himself for the pain of those paint balls splattering against him again... but when the man spoke to him from above, he flinched as if his voice were the bullets. But when no pain came, he whipped his head up and saw a burly, handsome face of this man. Enamored as he was for a moment, he noticed that this great big man was more surprised than he was. Actually, Dennis was more relieved that it was someone who didn't have a gun on him.

But if that guy was here, then maybe that means he could finally get out of this trashcan.
"Is the coast clear?" he asked quietly, looking up to the tall Irishman, not quite ready to jump out, in case it was all a ruse. But when he slowly moved up to check behind the man, although he didn't see anyone, he definitely smelled something. What was that strong scent? He smelled like those sticks some people breath in. But with this guy, it wasn't all bad... whatever smelled blended with the smoky smell, he sort of liked it. It tickled his nose, so he rubbed it and said, "You smell kind funny.." he spoke honestly.

He was ready to get out when another car could be heard zipping by and the lights of the head lamps played tricks on his mind, making him think that was someone was on their way for the alley way. He panicked and hid back in the can! But when no one came he started to stand up. On his feet, he could see the full size of the man before him and it made him feel sheepish. "Gee mister you're tall......" he muttered and slowly began climbing out of the garbage can. "Say, what are you looking in the garbage can for anyway?" he asked curiously. Do humans do that? None of the ones he's seen look in garbage very often. Is it one of those new trends? Was he going to have to find a new hiding spot?

Now standing beside the man, he could really see just how big this guy was compared to himself. And though he smelled kind of interesting, his size was still intimidating. But for some reason, Dennis kept wanting to talk to this guy... but maybe this guy didn't want to so he- A noise of sirens driving by made the young android recoil and instinctively hide again but this time instead of diving into the trash can, he slipped behind the intimidating man, even though there were no cops coming. Every time he hears those sirens, he immediately reacts by hiding. It was just instinct now.

He didn't want to take this city night anymore and he didn't like being lost anymore. If this man let him hide or he resisted or fought, maybe he could punch Dennis right in the nose, but no matter, he'd still have to ask.

"Say, mister.. Do you know how to get to the dumps from here?"

What is this leaking affecting my eye?
Is the oil that is dripping, mean this is a cry?
Will I ever be more with feelings to hide?
Or am I just a boiler with nothing inside?

 

[n0 m0r3]

NO┏━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━┓

LIEThey say the pain stops after a while...
LIEFor the tears to dry,
LIENightmares dried to dust,
LIEAnd for cups of memories emptied...

NO┗━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━┛

WHYMUSTTHEYLIEＵｌｉｃｋ "Ｊａｃｋ" Ｍａｃｂｅｔｈ

ｈｔｅｂｃａＭ "ｋｃａＪ" ｋｃｉｌＵWHYMUSTICRY

┏━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━┓NO

They know the pain continues on...WHY
For the eyes are always wet, WHY
Nightmares are always fresh, WHY
And for the cups are never empty... WHY

┗━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━┛NO

◥WISH

This kid was strange. A very funny kind of strange. He couldn't help but hold in his laughter as not to somehow startle the boy. The way the boy acted was so cautious and childish that it was honestly like a very sheltered child. It was like the kid was in a world he had never been in before and was frightened by all that surrounded him. That's what Jack wanted to think about anyway. It had been a while since he had ever been in the company of someone who genuinely was afraid of the world and all of those who occupied it. There wasn't many who lived or survived being so since this world exploited those that did. However... This lad survived and so did that brutal honest mouth of his.

"Me? Smell?" He asked rather confused. What did he smell like? Did he already smell like the dump he was going to dive into before discovering the child? Jack plucked up the fabric of his shirt and brought it up to his nose to take a whiff. He didn't smell like trash but himself. Or was the kid saying that he did smell like trash? If so, the child didn't pull any punches with that tongue of his. Speaking of tongues, Jack had only one cigarette today.

"Well, lad, if you give me a chance to take a puff, maybe I'll answer your dying questions." He joked as he searched his inner jacket for his cigarette box. However as he searched for his sinful box, he only met with empty space and tiny bundles of lost hope slipping against his fingers. "Although... I may just answer your questions." He grumbled as he slipped his hand out and into his hair. Jack must have forgotten his pack at the bar along with that cursed wallet of his. Today just seemed like it was an overall bad idea to go outside and especially when a child had asked what his intentions were with a trash can. "Your question about the can, that's my business." He answered, too ashamed to explain to the lad. "Tis strictly my business and I don't wanna explain it." He said as watched the little boy hurry on behind him.

Jack wore confusion on his face as he was getting more and more confused by this child's behavior. He acted as if he had done a crime and that those he did the deed to were after him... Well, that actually made sense. A timid boy asking if the coast was clear and such really sounded like this boy had messed himself into trouble. It sounded quite like Jack in his younger years. "Aye. I do, lad." He replied as he just looked over his shoulder to see the boy's bundle of hair. "Though, laddie, they can find you if you stick to the dumps for too long. Once they do, they'll end up doing things you wished they killed you before. No one is kind anymore these days." He said as he separated from the boy.

"Are you sure you want to do that to yourself?"

WISH◣

188A00

TenTenPrincess23

Ah~! You're very very welcome. smile

 

[TenTenPrincess23]

Gee2Heart

This post took me three tries to post~ All because of my dumb computer =.=

I am not an unimaginable thing.
My thoughts are tangible, though their full of springs.
I don't have the heart to tell you untruthful words.
My skin is cold to the touch and made from the earth.

Young Dennis made a sour face and pouted, crossing his arms. "I didn't say it was a bad smell..just different. You don't smell like who wears those expensive bottles all the time... I don't know what your smell is.." he mumbled the last part, feeling like it wasn't making sense to this human man... He still liked the smell. His cheeks got warm as rubbed his nose from the night air.

This man searched in his pocket and although it was good to know he knew the way to the dumping grounds, but after he didn't find what he was looking for, he still wouldn't tell him where to go! He frowned at the man's warning. "But.. it's where I live. I'm not hiding..." he looked up to tall man with a confusing expression. It was odd. No one for the past many months he's been out on the streets had ever talked to him like this. The longer Dennis looked at this rugged man, he felt like he grew happier. The little robot imagined that this man actually seemed to care. Even though he just said no one was kind anymore, this man must've been innately kind, right? No one ever made him feel like that before... but then he stepped away.

Of course.. It was only the boys imagination to think someone cared. This was just a stranger. It wasn't right of Dennis to expect so much of him. Although the lad wanted nothing more than to have someone to trust and tell them his secret, he knew it would only bring him more trouble. If anyone knew that he wasn't human, he'd be shot at for sure. He bit his lip and scratched his head.... Puff?

"Mister, I just wanna go home.. what do I gotta do to get you tell me? "
he asked. He looked up and there was another door to a convenient store. "Mister, If I get you a puffing thingy that all those rich people breath, then will you tell me how to get home?" he asked. From the way Dennis acted and talked, you'd think that cops just shot at him because... he was short? But that's not exactly the case... Although he was the runaway android, he was beginning to make an anonymous name for himself. What could he say? He was really good and taking things without getting caught.

What is this leaking affecting my eye?
Is the oil that is dripping, mean this is a cry?
Will I ever be more with feelings to hide?
Or am I just a boiler with nothing inside?

 

[n0 m0r3]

NO┏━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━┓

LIEThey say the pain stops after a while...
LIEFor the tears to dry,
LIENightmares dried to dust,
LIEAnd for cups of memories emptied...

NO┗━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━┛

WHYMUSTTHEYLIEＵｌｉｃｋ "Ｊａｃｋ" Ｍａｃｂｅｔｈ

ｈｔｅｂｃａＭ "ｋｃａＪ" ｋｃｉｌＵWHYMUSTICRY

┏━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━┓NO

They know the pain continues on...WHY
For the eyes are always wet, WHY
Nightmares are always fresh, WHY
And for the cups are never empty... WHY

┗━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━┛NO

◥WISH

Expensive bottles? If anyone was going to literally wear expensive bottles, it sure wasn't anyone he knew. It seemed to be a ridiculous idea and a god awful painful piece of work to wear. Although, it wouldn't surprise him if robots started to suddenly wear glass as their skin. Maybe for the rich snots to see their reflection or use them as old shining projectiles where they can flash light onto for parties. The more he thought about it, the more it amused and confused him. Maybe the more he was thinking about it, the more he was going off the wrong path. That made sense and knowing himself, he wasn't the most shiniest tool in the shed when it came to kids. After all, he never did have a normal childhood-

"What?" He asked surprised to the spoken fact that the child lived alone in the dumps and was willing to get a "puffing thingy that those rich people breath" for Jack to tell the kid where to go. He didn't think he told the kid he wasn't going to tell him. He just told the child that he should be careful and that was that. There was nothing that indicated that- Oh wait. It made sense. It was because he told the kid to be careful that the kid was thinking he wasn't going to tell him. This was child stuff. Jack shook his head and shrugged. The Irish man would just have to pretend to be his dense self and have the kid do what he wanted. The laddie sounded eager anyways and Jack might as well be entertained by whatever mess the kid was going to get himself into. Though, Jack was sure enough that he'd be there to save the kid from any imposing danger that would occur. Hopefully nothing like that did.

"Yes. Go on ahead and get me a puffy thingy that rich people breathe in." He said, hiding his amusement. It wasn't like the kid had any money and he seemed too honest to bother stealing. Jack was already seeing the conclusion. The little lad would go in, attempt to buy a cigarette pack, and then come out empty handed because he didn't have any sort of coin on him. However, he still would tell the kid where to go and be on his merry way back to the bar. He would most likely find another trashcan to dive into and not find a child in it. It would have been morbid if he did. "I'll be waiting out here if you run into trouble."

WISH◣

188A00

TenTenPrincess23

 

[TenTenPrincess23]

Gee2Heart

I am not an unimaginable thing.
My thoughts are tangible, though their full of springs.
I don't have the heart to tell you untruthful words.
My skin is cold to the touch and made from the earth.

So that was it? Then this was surely going to be easy. He was sure this would be an easy barter then, right? Those puffy things for some info. He still didn't know they were called cigarettes. With a satisfied nod, Dennis turned and ran back down the alley way. From the perspective of the Irishman, what he could hear was a bit of running and not much else as the boy turned the corner and disappeared from his sight.

Since the convenient store was right there, it was easy to find those things but the problem was going to be in getting them. Luckily for the android, this shop keeper wasn't very good at hiding his best stuff and kept his best brands right in front, just behind the bullet proof glass. This particular convenient store wasn't any "humdrum liquor shop". Those were much farther in the slums and most poverty stricken places on the outskirts of any large city. Leviathan just so happened to have some of the worst this new world has ever seen. Dennis could never even imagine just what lay out there.

This store however, was popular enough to afford the bullet proof glass and heat sensors through out. But because Dennis wasn't human, the alarm won't go off. Clearly a flaw in the security system's design when Dennis pulled his arm back, made a fist, and punched a hole through the thick glass. It hurt but there were no wounds. Sometimes the lad would wish for a scratch or two.. it would make him feel like he was more human.

Grabbing the fancy case of cigarettes, he pulled it right out of the display window and turned back to walk back to the man in the alley way. He probably could've heard the sound of the exploding glass as did a certain group of teenagers in a black Lamborghini! Hearing the shots once again, Dennis panicked and took off running, although this time, the lot of kids weren't very far away. Most of the shots missed, but one red paintball hit the young lad directly in his temple as he turned back down to the alley way.
With a disgruntled shriek of pain, he ran far enough to escape the annoying paint ball gang, and returned to the Irishman with his cigarettes. But appearing to the man with red on his head may have look different than it actually was.

What is this leaking affecting my eye?
Is the oil that is dripping, mean this is a cry?
Will I ever be more with feelings to hide?
Or am I just a boiler with nothing inside?

 

[n0 m0r3]

NO┏━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━┓

LIEThey say the pain stops after a while...
LIEFor the tears to dry,
LIENightmares decay to dust,
LIEAnd for cups of memories emptied...

NO┗━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━┛

WHYMUSTTHEYLIEＵｌｉｃｋ "Ｊａｃｋ" Ｍａｃｂｅｔｈ

ｈｔｅｂｃａＭ "ｋｃａＪ" ｋｃｉｌＵWHYMUSTICRY

┏━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━┓NO

They know the pain continues on...WHY
For the eyes are always wet, WHY
Nightmares are always fresh, WHY
And for the cups are never empty... WHY

┗━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━┛NO

◥WISH

While the little lad walked his way out, Jack felt a small claw of guilt scratch at his insides. What was he thinking? He crossed his arms and brought his fingers to his lips, feeling the fear set in from the metaphorical scratches. Jack had only been joking for the child to go ahead and steal some pack of cigarettes. However, it seemed like he took Jack seriously. No one should have taken him serious if it was something he could have done himself. Sure it was easy to steal but to be caught was something of a different story, especially during these times. Everyone was already jumpy and had an itching trigger finger to shoot at anyone. If that kid was to be caught... His thought train halted to a stop in fear of continuing.

"No. No. Stitch it, Jack. Nothing like that is going to happen." He mumbled to himself, trying to comfort his mind. "I'm... Just overreacting like some mother tool hoor." His body, feeling quite unstable, pulled itself against the wall. It found little comfort but at least it had kept him straight up. He shut his eyes and took a deep quivering breath to help calm himself down some more. If only there was more peace and quiet, he would have calmed down but he had heard an boisterous clamp of laughter. Even with that, he would have just chose to ignore the obnoxious laughter which he did. After all, he lived in a rich lively life of the new world. There was bound to be stupid people out and shooting no matter if they were an android or- Wait. Shooting?

The rush of ice filled his lungs. He had only looked up to the opening of the alley in a fit of worry but he never thought he would see the sight of blood on the boy's head. It was a nightmare that had come true. A nightmare that was revived for the third time. He never thought it would happen again but it did. It seemed as though time had stopped and rewound itself back to ninety-two days, an hour, seven minutes, and about thirteen seconds ago. A state of shock, frozen, petrified, and scared. The feeling of his voice stuck in his throat as he tried to voice out his concern but was left with lips tight with silence. How could he have let this happen?

Without a second to lose, Jack stormed to the lad and held him close in his arms. His leather hands frantically trailed over to the source of the crimson liquid and shaking as they did so. Over in his head, like a mantra, he repeated a wish that the boy wasn't dead. He wished that the boy was still alive and- Jack had slid aside the red away from the boy's temple and had discovered no wound. No wound at all. He took a sigh of relief. Thank goodness the lad wasn't shot with a real gun.

"Are you alright, lad?" His voice broke out. He loosened his arms and slightly pulled away to get a better look at him. "You scared me for a while there. I thought the Reaper had..." Jack shook his head in disapproval of continuing his sentence. "No no. Never mind that. I'm grand that you're okay."

WISH◣

188A00

TenTenPrincess23

Phew finally!

 

[TenTenPrincess23]

Gee2Heart

I am not an unimaginable thing.
My thoughts are tangible, though their full of springs.
I don't have the heart to tell you untruthful words.
My skin is cold to the touch and made from the earth.

Poor Dennis was rattled. He could feel it in his wrists. Rattled was a term he liked to used when he was so scared of something that it'd bother him physically. Crazy kids with their weird bullets. The guns didn't seem weird though. Those always seemed the same.

But getting back near the black haired man jolted him even more than the bullet crazed teens when he reached out and touched his face! The last time a human did that, they got mad at him and called him a freak. Its what made the android figure that he needed a disguise. Not realizing that it wasn't the way he looked that gave him away, but instead it was the ice cold temperature of his skin. Although his skin could get warm from perhaps the sun or a fire, normally his body rests as cold as the temperature around him. And since it rained, it was pretty cold. Snow, however, makes things a little more complicated.

Nervously, he let the Irish man touch and brush his head. He couldn't tell why, but something about the paint on his face made the man look really upset. The man didn't run away shouting 'Robot!', instead he slowly pulled away and asked if he was alright. Even though it seemed like the taller man couldn't tell how cold he was, surprisingly Dennis didn't mind his touch after a while. The young android found himself beginning to crave for warmth.. and man was this guy warm. His big hazel eyes and pretty black hair along with that great face almost put the little robot into a trance. He wanted to draw nearer but when Jack backed away, he snapped out of it quick enough. But still, the handsome, funny smelling man looked sad.

With little warning, Dennis reached up and clutched Jack's glove covered hand. He was shaking, surprisingly. Dennis could only think up of the right words to calm him down.
"It's okay, mister, I get shot at all the time. I never get hurt, okay?" he reached up to poke the man's head with a simple smile. Pulling something out of his pocket and took the man's hand. Placing the expensive box of cigarettes in his palm.

This man really is kind... no one else would care if I got hurt...

"Now will you help me get home..?" he asked stepping back, using his shirt to clean the red off of his face.

What is this leaking affecting my eye?
Is the oil that is dripping, mean this is a cry?
Will I ever be more with feelings to hide?
Or am I just a boiler with nothing inside?

 

[n0 m0r3]

NO┏━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━┓

LIEThey say the pain stops after a while...
LIEFor the tears to dry,
LIENightmares decay to dust,
LIEAnd for cups of memories emptied...

NO┗━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━┛

WHYMUSTTHEYLIEＵｌｉｃｋ "Ｊａｃｋ" Ｍａｃｂｅｔｈ

ｈｔｅｂｃａＭ "ｋｃａＪ" ｋｃｉｌＵWHYMUSTICRY

┏━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━┓NO

They know the pain continues on...WHY
For the eyes are always wet, WHY
Nightmares are always fresh, WHY
And for the cups are never empty... WHY

┗━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━┛NO

◥WISH

Everything about this little boy made Jack nervous. He found the lad in a trash can, influenced him to steal, witnessed him running to him with some sort of paint running from his temple, and hearing the boy say that he gets shot all the time. It was a dangerous lifestyle this boy was living. He didn't look anything rough or tough to be living on the streets. Instead, this boy looked like he would do better in a nice warm home with food to feed his belly every night... Jack wanted to give him that by just taking him home but who was he to do that to him? The Irish man had to keep his promise of giving him direction back to the boy's home.

Jack took a deep sigh and pulled his hand back with the cigarettes. "Alright, lad. I will despite my better judgment." He said as he opened the pack and popped a cigarette out. His teeth gently bit into it and thus placed the pack into his inner pocket. By the taste and gentleness of the cigarette, he could tell that this was some good high quality smoking material. As much as he wanted to light it up, he had left his lighter back at the bar and wouldn't have lit it up in front of a child he had just met if otherwise. "I always keep my end of a deal, especially when you went through all the trouble to get me just a pack of cigarettes." He made a little pop of the cigarette in his mouth and drew a small smile on his lips. "Just stick with me, alright laddie?" He said as he wrapped an arm around him and held him close as he walked down the alley way.


♚♚♚


After a couple of turns and maybe some stairs, Jack realized that he hadn't said anything for a while. The boy had probably said something but Jack didn't know. The Irish man was just so focused on being careful with every move they made and every so person he saw or didn't see around them. They were trudging on dangerous ground or a little more dangerous than where they were earlier. He had to make sure the boy arrived home safely and that there was no one following them to break that safety... Actually the more he thought about it, he didn't know where the boy's home was or even what his name was. Jack glanced at the boy and then back up to look around their surroundings, continuing to walk..

"What's your name, lad?"

WISH◣

188A00

TenTenPrincess23

I'm sorry! Been busy... Still. Dx
Also, I hope you don't mind the time skip. If you do, I can edit the post.

 

[TenTenPrincess23]

Gee2Heart

I'm sorry for the long wait~~

I am not an unimaginable thing.
My thoughts are tangible, though their full of springs.
I don't have the heart to tell you untruthful words.
My skin is cold to the touch and made from the earth.

Who was this man and what was he doing? People wouldn't even bat an eye at the boy and this man was willing to wrap a strong arm around him. His scent was much stronger now and being so close like this made his cheeks pink. It was weird, no one usually wanted to touch the boy, let alone stay kind enough to show him the way home. His body was tense when being touched like this. The last time someone said and did stuff like this, the man said something along lines of 'Come with me' and 'I'll show you a good time'. With words like that, how could a young android with the attention span of a ten year old not be curious. Of course, the result of that day was nothing good and he ran off before anything could happen thank goodness.

The man praised and thanked him for the cigarrettes and he grinned, easing out of the man's protective embrace. He was happy the man was satisfied with his choice, but its not like stealing things was difficult. Anyone could do it, so he thought. But he did as was told and stayed close to the tall irishman. It wasn't that he didn't enjoy the man's embrace, but.. he just wasn't used to it... If the man wanted to hurt him, he could do it easier in that embrace..

Of course, the boy's guard eventually dropped as the two stayed quiet and trudged along. The android couldn't recognize any familiar landmarks or street names as they continued, but still, he didn't mind the silence and was enjoying the man's company. So, he trusted the handsome man's sense of direction and followed. But when he finally broke the silent tension, the boy jolted a little, waking up as if being beckoned.

"Uhm.. it's Dennis..." he muttered, feeling cold and awkward having an actual friendly conversation with a civil human. His nerves were getting jittery, so in order to come himself down and stay grounded, he tugged at the other man's sleeve gently. He then looked up at the raven-haired man with a pleasant but exhausted grin.

"What's yours?" he asked rubbing his eye, trying to hide his tired expression.

What is this leaking affecting my eye?
Is the oil that is dripping, mean this is a cry?
Will I ever be more with feelings to hide?
Or am I just a boiler with nothing inside?