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 Posted: Thu Oct 13, 2005 2:32 pm
"No, I'm done. I'm tired of it. I'm done, leave me be now." Riah said, hanging up her phone, as well as hanging up on the person on the other line. She clicked a few buttons on the phone, and then stuffed it in her pocket. She looked up towards the night sky, her gaze only to be met by that of so many lights. She hated those lights sometimes.
Walking slowly along the sidewalk, having nothing to do for the night. She had no friends, and lived by herself, so she spent alot of time alone. She buttoned two buttons on her long, dark blue denim coat, right at her waist. She reached up and flipped her long red hair from one shoulder, over to the other, and continued walking. Past the Hitachi Food Shack place, and onward.
She stopped to adjust the large bag hung over her shoulder, containing her laptop computer, when she met someone's eyes. The person she was on the phone with. She looked around her, and saw the internet cafe was close enough. She quickly walked in, and went right to a chair in the back, sat down, and began setting up her things. The man she was on the phone with looked in the window briefly, and just continued on. Shortly after, she felt her phone begin to vibrate in her pocket.
She ignored the vibrating the first time, and the second, but halfway through the third she was severly annoyed, so she yanked the phone out of her pocket, and answered it, talking softly, but letting her irritation show through her voice.
"Yes?" She said, holding her breath until the man on the line quit talking. "No, I said no more. I'm done, I'll make my own money now. ... I don't know how, I'll find a way. ... No. No more. No more deals. No more visits. No more jobs. No more clients. I'm done. ... ... ... ... -click-"
She rolled her eyes and hung up her phone, setting it down next to her computer. She connected herself through her computer, and began to surf around. She began to bite her lip, hoping he wouldn't cause trouble for her later. She would just have to be careful. She knew it wouldn't be this easy.
The transition from "prostitute" to "decent citizen" couldn't be this easy.
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Posted: Thu Oct 13, 2005 5:26 pm
The man walked out of the store, not minding as all the people who commented stared at him as he did so, and walked down the street, to his apartment, but as he was about to go in the door, he noticed a mark that wasn't there before. "What the?" He walked over to it, and rubbed his hand on it. "What made this...?" the mark was black, like something had exploded, but not so black as to have been meant to explode.
"There usually aren't that many explosives near this building..." He took out his chisel, and scraped the debris that remained off the wall Just as he had finished, a man walked out the building door, the manager of the building. "Oh, hey Raynor." Raynor turned quickly, slightly startled, but seeing who it was, he turned back around and finished cleaning off the wall. "you know... You're off duty, you don't need to clean right now.." Raynor paused slightly and turned, smiling, pretending to itch the back of his head. "Yeah, tbu the more I do now, the less I have to do later."
Raynor suddenly switched to a more serious face. "The project's almost done, soon I'll have direct access to the server, without the wait. it won't take much longer, proffessor" Proffessor had a suddenly serious face as well, and spoke in a low, hushed voice. "tell me if you make any advances, I want to know as soon as we'll be able to start the second phase. "Proffessor suddenly became less serious, and jokingly asked "So, what brings you here so late, Raynor?" "you know I haven't slept in years, and besides, I was mugged." Raynor pulled up his newer clothes. "I was just going in to change, then I'll start work." Proffessor handed Raynor a rag. "You'll want to clean up a little bit on the face, too." Raynor grabbed the rag, and laughed lightly. "Does it really look so bad?" They both laughed for a moment, then Raynor handed Proffessor the bag witht he debris. "You might want to see what this is, I think someone may have tried to destory the building.
Proffessor grabbed the bag, and they both looked at it grimly for a moment. "So, how's my old college proffessor doing?" "Oh, fine, fine, I was just going to go look for more computer drives, since we'll be getting alot of information soon." The two talked for a minute or two, then they departed, Raynor going up the building, to the twenty-third floor, and unlocked his door, revealing a room with a seemingly normal entrance. He went, got changed, and cleaned up a little bit, then unlocked what looked like a closet door, revealing a room, the walls lined with servers, and a large, television sized monitor in the end of the room. "time for a little fun, before I work on the project." Raynor sat on the computer, and opened up a folder marked "Hacking tools".
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Posted: Thu Oct 13, 2005 5:35 pm
Seiji sat at his console staring at the lit screen taking in the information he just "googled". It was a basic demographic for a compact power source that was two thousands times more effective than the typical lithium ion and nickel ion batteries most electronics contained. he decided he liked the idea and would try to rework to be more efficient and less volatile. So he reached into the pocket of his black hooded jacket and pulled out what looked like a key chain full of little plastic things. these little plastic things were USB 3.0 Jump drives. each one held 3 gigs and half of them were already full of many programs, information, multimedia. He hooked it into the front loading hub that sat next to the flat monitor.
He took the opportunity to Have a bit of ramen while the file downloaded. He reached into the cup with a pair of stainless steel chopsticks he had produced from another one of his pockets. The steaming shrimp flavored noodles almost burnt his tongue. The flavor was so rich, so unlike the instant stuff he made at home. Well at least he made some money working part time as a tech guy for a small office down the street. Otherwise he wouldn’t even be able to afford his apartment. Looking up from the steaming cup of shrimp flavored heaven he noticed the girl next to him on her laptop. Her dark clothes and pale completion caught his eye. Yet her stern look was quite unsettling. He was s a bit intimidated by her resistance so he glanced elsewhere.
The small internet cafe was at it usual level of excitement. two or three patron sat at small wooden round tables either reading or staring at the screens of their various models of computer. A glance Seiji could tell you the exact model and what was in the many P.C.s they had. Funny though, he couldn’t tell you anything about current events or what he was thinking about twenty minutes ago, unless it pertained to technology.
A jingle followed by another almost in rapid recession caused Seiji to look towards the door only a few feet to his right. A young guy that had a look of frustration entered the small cafe followed immediately for a red head that was defiantly way more curators than the typical patron. You'd expect him to stare at her much like the rest of the male customers and even the young attendant at the counter .But he played her no mind. He recognized her as one of the girls that hung out at the stoop above his door. He had overheard her before talking amongst the other solicitors about getting out of the game. Maybe she had. He wasn't the type to judge a person but she definitely won’t his type.
Seiji let his mind wander on the idea of a girl he’d like to meet. definitely one that shared his interests for technology. He wouldn’t mind it if she was a good looker too but he wanted a girl more down to earth than anything. he definitely didn’t want a girl that was as demanding as the one beside him. he didn’t like to follow orders.
A free spirit in a technological dream world
((i had depicted the spot he was seated at as a permanet console type booth..odd that she would have that as her spot, whe she has a laptop sweatdrop ))
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Posted: Thu Oct 13, 2005 6:28 pm
out of the corner of his eye, Georg caught a glimpse of a tennis shoe that appeared to be too big for the wearer's feet. He sighed and grabbed the little boy by the ankle, and the boy kicked and struggled so much that he let go. The boy jumped up to try and run away, but by the look on his face, Georg wasn't in a mood to play any more games. "Now listen here you little runt." He reached into his pack and pulled out two identical devices linked by cords back to his pack.
"Do you know what these are? They're tasers. If you so much as TRY to run away, You'll get such a shock, you won't be able to stand up." He touched the poles of the tasers together, creating an arc of electricity for theatrics. "Now give me back my money you little pickpocket, or else."
The boy shoved his hands into his pockets and started to sniffle. He wasn't a small or young boy by any means, he was at least thirteen, but he had obviously mastered fake tears. Georg's look grew sterner and he motioned towards the boy with one of the tasers. The boy jumped and quickly pulled out Georg's money and handed it back to him, then after Georg finished counting it, started to walk away.
"you'll regret it if you EVER try to steal MY money again." He looked around the cafe as he placed the tasers back into his pack. He met gazes with a few onlookers, who hastily returned to whatever they were doing at their computers as soon as he looked their way. "I must look like such a jerk right now." he thought to himself and sighed as he walked towards the front door and out to the dark street.
He kicked at a can and paced back and forth a bit, whispering to himself. "I only wanted to intimidate him... I didn't even know if they would work. It's a miracle they even created that little spark." He pulled one out and tweaked the wiring. "It's about time to test that stronger battery." He reached into his pack and switched two plugs, and was greeted by a sharp bolt of electricity shooting to the ground. He quickly turned the taser in his hand off and grinned. "Perfect." he whispered before placing it back in his pack.
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Posted: Thu Oct 13, 2005 7:00 pm
Raynor sat for a moment, wondering what he was going to do. "there's no point in doing anything destructive, not yet, anyways." After a moment more of thinking, he clicked on a tool. He started typing in multiple rows of text, and after a moment, he type in his target. "I think the internet cafe would be fun." He enters a few more lines of text, and then checks to see if anyone else is hacking there. "hmm, he seems to be having problems getting in..." Raynor types a few more lines, and hits execute, watching as the "status" toolbar shows him which computers have been hit, making it seem as though they were hit by alot of spyware at once, opening multiple pop-ups, from site they had neer been to, closing smaller applications like paint, wordpad, etc. but there was a small difference, the top of the popups had a small mark, bearly visible, that would seem like a mere scratch to those who do not know it. "Hmm.. time to work, I guess."
Raynor, minimized the tool, and opened a different one, after activating DOS. He typed a few lines, and text appeared, forming several boxes. He typed a few commands, which changed the arangement of the boxes, and wet out of DOS. When he went out of DOS, the boxes were still there, but they were more visual. He opened a folder with thousands of files, putting a small cd into the computer. After quickly checking to see that most of the computers had been hit, he type in a few mroe commands in the boxes, dragging a few files into the boxes, and then typing in a command, which began to burn the files and commands onto the computer. The cd come out, and is filled witht he new data. Raynor rolls over in his chair to the servers, and inserts the cd into oe of them, listening to it's light hum. "This gets old after a while..." Raynor goes over to his computer and looks through his volumes of game cd's, and goes near the bottom. Oh yes, halo, I remember this." Raynor inserts the HaloPC cd into the computer, and puts some new map files into the folders. "This is what got me started at hacking." Raynor dusts off his controller, and starts up the game, playing intently while the servers compile the new set of data.
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Posted: Fri Oct 14, 2005 3:55 am
She ranked past into the half dark room. Here and there metal surfaces blinked, reflecting the light, flowing in from the corridor. The girl's dark figure pushed the door to close it and pushed the lightswitching button on the wall. Strawberry-red light filled the room and its inhabitant. A tall Japanese girl stood there, examining the surroundings as if she suspected someone could break through the security.
Her long black hair streamed down in perfectly straight lines. Little nose and pouted lips made her face look stubborn, moody and arrogant at the same time. A high-tech geisha, with her whitened face, red juicy lipstick and slighly lined slant eyes, she wore a tight short red leather dress which created an impression of the second skin on her body. Long, tempting legs were embraced in extremely high-heeled jackboots.
The girls movements were slow and elegant, all gestures worked out and performed perfectly. So was her appartment, as thought out and perfectly realized by one of the famous designers. It represented the style of ancient Japanese houses, which by a surprising chance moved to the 22th or 23th century and took advantage of the materials industry progress. Wood and straw was replaced by glass and chrome. Only silk remained an important indicator of the luxury from the early days.
The girl's name was Lucya. It was a joke her Russian father made on her mother, whose tongue was not used to pronouncing "r", thus making her call the child "Rucya", in a way satisfying her husband's nostalgy. But both of them were gone many years before, having left to their daughter nothing but a non-typical European name. She could hardly remember her mother's violet eyes, which she could only see now looking at herself in the mirror. And she could hardly remember her father's laughter when he threw his little girl up to the skies and then caught her with his big hands. From her father Lucya inherited non only her name, but her considerable height as well. When she was ten, she was already a bit higher than her small and tender mother. And when she was ten, the tragedy happened, which took Lucya's parents to heaven.
Too many years had passed since then. Many joys and woes accompanied Lucya on her life path. And there she was now. A high-tech geisha, one of the most famous entertainers in the city, who was called for when the city elite gathered together. Noone would ever dare to call her a "prostitute". But noone would believe that all she did was playing shamisen for the drunk and lustful businessmen.
This was the way she chose to survive. And she never saw any other way. And, no matter what publicity said, not all of the businessmen were ugly and greedy fatties. Some of them were young and intelligent and they too enjoyed Lucya's society, as well as she enjoyed theirs. And, no matter what the rumours told, not too many of the elite could enjoy Lucya's company in close-up.
Seldom did she think of the poor ones. And if she did, not empathy, but despise would most often come across her mind. In the same way she despised street prostitutes, alcoholics, single mothers, asking for money holding their children.
One faith existed in Lucya's heart ever since her parents died: a human being have enough strenghth to survive. And if someone doesn't, he is simply lazy. And in this respect, Lucya was merciless.
She washed her hands carefully, then approached the low table in one of the corners, sat down on one of the cushions in a Japanese manner and opened her slim notebook. The screen blinked, before loading. Lucya's fingers danced on the keyboard quickly yet tenderly. She looked through the private messages, containing nothing important and them entered one of her usual channels. Here she was choosing clients when no elite parties were on their way.
*Enter your user name*
*Minami* - she typed and pressed Enter. The night was still beginning for her.
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Posted: Fri Oct 14, 2005 5:39 am
((Aw, screw it. I don't feel like making a profile for Keiji right now, I'm just going to jump into the play. gonk ))
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Posted: Fri Oct 14, 2005 6:49 am
"Urusai." Growled a young, but surprisingly deep and velvety voice lightly. His native tongue becoming aparent.. Though his crude prases hinted at his vocabulary littered with vulgar and obscene words. Such was the youth these days now wasn't it?
Enter Ito, 'Hawk' Keiji. One of the youngest homeless people known in Daito-shi no Kiraboshi, and somehow fameous for his misfortune as well. Especially his odd, and even crazed fashion which could only be described as mental-institution-escapee-otaku-cosplayer - no matter how long winded it is. What with the off-white military coat from the generic miltary anime worn open, and the leopard print fitted shirt under it. Why, even those pants which were littered with pockets and straps appeared to be from a post-apocolypse anime as they were faded and tattered.
However what was most noticeable were his choice of.. Hum, accessories? It was as if he picked up any piece of technological worth that he could find. Were those.. Video game controlers tied by their cord to his wrist? A computer keyboard strapped to his back? ..Hell, he even sported broken virtual reality sunglasses over his eyes, though one pink lense was popped out.
However, despite his hobo-esque status, he wasn't a terribly bad looking young man. What with his obviously dyed but somehow well maintained pink hair which razor cut strands often fell before his chocolate brown gaze. And despite the fact his clothing look sloppily put together, it somehow worked together for this look which could only be described as a handsome, well groomed hobo. The sleeves of the military coat were rolled up to his elbow, his pants clung to his waist snugly with the help of a simply leather belt - hell, even the dangling wires from his ears, wrists, back, and even neck added this 'cyber-S&M' element to his wardrobe.
However, returning to the situation at hand, those milk chocolate eyes were locked firmly on the screen of a portable gaming system of red color which was a few shades darker than his hair. He appeared to be playing a dating simulation, which was no different from his fellow geeky outcasts. It was the crowd he was playing it with, as many a protitute stood by his side.
A geek was supposed to be easy prey, after all. Lacking any grace with women, and such, all they'd have to do is pressure the little guy to get the cash out of him. For probably just a little talk to boot! However, young Keiji was proving to be difficult, and one could guess it had become a game with the girls. Who would be the first to get the middle-child of the Ito family to give up what cash he had first?!
"AW, c'mon!" One of the more bubbly girls whined. The fact was, she needed the money. They all did in that damnedable city! However, their patients was obviously wearing thin. And..
One of the girls finally snapped - oddly enough she seemed to have similar fashion sense with her leopard-print mini-skirt. Thwack! The teen's beloved gaming device flew out of his hands - too the closest thing he had to love. In a mess of computer chips and batteries, the device crashed into the ground. Keiji stared not in anger at his broken machine, but in horror.
"My beloved Ai-chan, what have they done to you!?" He rushed to scoop up the remains of what was left of his cybergirlfriend only to be snagged by the collar - worse yet encircled by angry women who were not able to make money off of him.
"Look, you little s**t!" The one behind the murder of the simulation-girl 'Ai' wasted no time in searching his pockets for cash. "We tried to give you something in exchange for your money, but now we're taking it. It's your fault!" And that was that. Well, it should have been. Keiji continued his frantic struggle, as if he could save his fantasy date, which resulted in the shoulder of his leopard print shirt to be torn down a little bit to reveal a kanji tattoo, the character at first unable to be made out as it was only partially in view.
However, the now pale prostitutes reconized the markings. However, the woman looting his pockets took no notice. Rather, she chalked it up to him being just another poser. What would a Neo-Shinobi member be doing in the Red Light District? He was far too young as well! The other girls thought otherwise though.
"H-hey.. That's not smart!" One of them spoke up, but it was far too late. Keiji had lost his own patients - and even though he appeared to be calm and collected it wasn't a good thing for those surrounding him.
Thwack! Keiji delivered a blow of his own across the face of the violent prositute, keyboard keys laying scattered across the pavement. Murderous intent in his eyes now his seat in the Neo-Shinobi starting to become obvious. Holding the black, and old keyboard as if it were a sword with the cord wrapped around his hand, he pointed the rounded corner at the stunned, and pritiful whore who ruined his date.
"You ruined my chances with Ai-chan, I worked hard to get that date and you ruined it!" Spoken like a true otaku, he stood little chance with a woman with his obvious rank in society as a hobo, therefore he took his cyberwomen seriously. "Money, money, money is all I hear from people like you. It pisses me off, you know that?"
A second crack with the keyblade (Like the pun? xd ) resulted in the crowd scattering and the troublemaker hitting the ground shortly followed by a shower of computer keys and a broken keyboard with small droplts of blood on it. She, obviously unconscious. However the young man had more trouble on his hand.
Now, one could guess a pimp barking at him for breaking his property, however the young man wasn't so lucky on the street. T'wasn't a movie after all, and many things ended with a gun shot and nothing more. With the crowd of women around him dispersed, Keiji took that as a hint to get out of there. Any genius of common sense would know that.
As soon as Keiji took off running in the direction of the core of the city, and gunshot was fired passing through the air he just stood in. Common sense, too, told Kenji to rush into an alley way. However, instead of standing there like an idiot Keiji began leaping up the walls - granted it was hell'a less graceful than a martial artist as Keiji actually fell a little bit before leaping further up.
((For the sake for saving you from boring stuff, I fastword Keiji's journey a little bit!))
Keiji had been running across the roof tops for a few minutes now, narrowly dodging bullets as they flew at him, dead set on making him pay for the damaged property. Granted, this came at no small price as Keiji actually had to take a fake dive once or twice. In other words, missing his leap, only to hit the wall and spring backwards; then back up to the next roof top.
He finally reached his destination and took quite the daring leap off the shortest building he could reach. However, hitting a crowd of people broke his fall and outside of screams and a few people toppling over, no one came out scratched. Well, outside of Keiji's precious coat which had a bullet hole in it. Which, naturally Keiji turned around to throw his fist into the air. Opening his mouth to say something, he was met by a trio of lean males of mixed race glaring at him with pistols, which modle unknown to Keiji. Quickly, he shut his mouth tipped an imaginary hat to the three gentleman, and disappeared into the crowd. Granted, the trio too disappeared as they didn't want to enter such mixed territory in such small numbers.
Keiji was safe, granted, but just to make sure he took off sprinting. Past the rotating light fountain, and into the 'net cafe which seemed to be growing in activity all of a sudden. However, as the sluggish automatic doors moved out of his way.. There was no jingle!
Tumbling to the floor, Keiji layed there sprawled out in a mess of gadgets and video games which no doubt spilled from his many pockets. "Safe!" was the only thing the winded young man could blurt out, even though he appeared to have skinned his chin a bit on the rough rug. What was more interesting was it was closer to Engrish than English has he nearly blurted out "Seifu!"
However, the lack of ring caught his ears, and the young man behind the counter took notice of Keiji's opening mouth. Beating the young hobo to it, the young man referred to as Makoto (Mokoto? Whatever. I only scanned a bit. xd -was in a hurry) nodded to the doors. "I told you, Ito. The ring is reserved for paying customers."
((Such concludes my rambly and boring post, whoopee. xd
I promise my other posts with Keiji wont be this sucky. I just wanted to give him a juicy intro, and I'm working with a brand new character, so he's a little awkward for me to play as I haven't developed a connection with him yet.))
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AnqeIicDemise Vice Captain
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Posted: Fri Oct 14, 2005 8:54 am
(( and I was going to reply but now I realize... I got work to go play in.
-grumble-
I hope it doesn't pan out to be a bad day.
Moh. ))
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Posted: Fri Oct 14, 2005 2:40 pm
Seiji was enjoying his noodles. he was enjoying his pretty normal evening at the cafe picking up a new project. he was enjoying the view he had of all the patrons in the café as well. Then it happened. Without the telltale warning of the jingle the doors opened and Keiji dropped to the floor in a huff. Seiji gave a bit of a grin. He was familiar with the hobo to an extent. Most new him from the stories told about him. Seiji however new him as a good test subject for his wares.
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Jut the other day he had gave him a new game module device complete with the latest high end dating sim. It was gift for being such a loyal customer. If one looked closely enough the many gadgets that erupted from Keiji’s pockets had Seiji’s production logo marked on them in one place or another.
Judging from eh expression on his face and the exasperation in his breath, Seiji deduced that when was being chased, again. "Who was it this time?" Seiji habitually brushed his hair from his brow. The tone and canter of Seiji’s voice was a telltale that he was native to this area despite his mixed heritage that could only be placed as "mutt" . the actual history of his heritage would show many different Asian races a touch of native American and a hint of German. leaving him dark skinned with small set eyes and a slightly tanned completion. The contacts he wore hid his deep brown eyes under a red mask.
his mind not expecting a response form Keiji caused Seiji to glance towards his monitor just in time to notice the pop up program he had uploaded into the server was getting overloaded by boxes all coming form the same host. looks like another hit on the cafe. time to earn my free service. Seiji quickly pulled out his flash media key and riffled through the rest on the keying. he then produced one that had a small sticker on it that read "1337" with a big red circle and slash through it. he popped it into the USB port and tapped rapidly at the keys putting up a very larg firewall that in fact cut off service for both directions. H was sure the rest of the customers would be peeved but would thank him later cause this was about to save their hardrives.
A large countdown aperaed on teh screen. the right green numbers spiraling downward from 30 seconds. Seiji reached dwon and grabbed the still warm cup of ramen. he forwent the chopsticks this time and slurped down the last few noodles in the bottom of the cup. He revealed a very satisfied smile.
Turning out to be a real fun night.
(( Keiji and Seiji.....LOL... well saiji is japanese for sage ...whats keiji mean?? razz ...and i love the character concept.. you are definately my hero razz hope the character hsitory of me them knowing each other wasnt a bad strech i was fishign for a way to connect me to something razz ))
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Posted: Fri Oct 14, 2005 4:40 pm
The endless sound of fingers tapping keys flooded Izzy's ears as she sat there typing away vigourously on her laptop. The screen showed lines upon lines of complex HTML coding would would, with no doubt, bedazzle anyone's untrained eye. However, to Izzy, the continuous text was like the English language and gave her no intimidation whatsoever. Izzy also had a habit of speaking her thoughts, which explained the constant words flowing from her lips before they entered the screen. Any ideas forming in her mind would be passed to her filtering tongue, then to her fingers; the whole process took barely a second and it was almost as if she were the machine and not the laptop.
Being an extremely ignorant individual, Izzy hardly noticed the environment surrounding her. True that she could still smell the strong odour of cigarette smoke around her, yet it was no more eccentric than the scent of her own apartment, naturally making it adjustable in her case. Though with all this smoke she was inhaling, it was indeed a wonder that she had not received lung cancer from second-hand smoke yet. She herself did not smoke, nor did she enjoy the aftertaste of what seemed like rotten plastic-if there was such a thing- when she had tried it for the first time during her confused teen years. Thus a vow came to its own existence for Izzy, promising herself never to practice the art of smoking again.
Izzy wrinkled her nose again as another wisp of smoke drifted in her direction, slightly fogging up the screen. To the majority, working with codes in the middle of a bustling background and not to mention seated near a fountain, was not the most preferable location, and indeed was not her first choice either, but due to a funny thing called procrastination, and running on urgency, Izzy had no other choice but to accept her position.
For the third time in the last half hour, Izzy removed her glasses and began to polish the accumulated moisture from the fountain off the lenses with the hem of her shirt. Squinting, she looked up from the screen for a glance around, and was immediately welcomed by a large green blotch on anything she tried to look at thanks to her continuous staring at the screen. After her vision cleared slightly, she saw that the usual parties surrounded her; a group of punk teenagers, she found to her dismay, was the source of the cigarette smoke. Crowded around a common point, the kids' faces appeared almost as uneventful as the black on black outfits each wore. Shaking her head to herself, Izzy put on her glasses again, returning to her work, while thinking about the new modern generation that seemed to find society too "low" for them. It was a pitiful thing, she thought, then with a final shake of her head her eyes gained stance on the screen. Before long, the familiar typing noises decensitized her mind, bringing the 20 year old back to the realm of internet technology.
((woop, that was my first rp post... kind of experienced writer's block there, but oh well, will get better))
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Posted: Fri Oct 14, 2005 4:45 pm
Bagel san Seiji was enjoying his noodles. he was enjoying his pretty normal evening at the cafe picking up a new project. he was enjoying the view he had of all the patrons in the café as well. Then it happened. Without the telltale warning of the jingle the doors opened and Keiji dropped to the floor in a huff. Seiji gave a bit of a grin. He was familiar with the hobo to an extent. Most new him from the stories told about him. Seiji however new him as a good test subject for his wares.
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Jut the other day he had gave him a new game module device complete with the latest high end dating sim. It was gift for being such a loyal customer. If one looked closely enough the many gadgets that erupted from Keiji’s pockets had Seiji’s production logo marked on them in one place or another.
Judging from eh expression on his face and the exasperation in his breath, Seiji deduced that when was being chased, again. "Who was it this time?" Seiji habitually brushed his hair from his brow. The tone and canter of Seiji’s voice was a telltale that he was native to this area despite his mixed heritage that could only be placed as "mutt" . the actual history of his heritage would show many different Asian races a touch of native American and a hint of German. leaving him dark skinned with small set eyes and a slightly tanned completion. The contacts he wore hid his deep brown eyes under a red mask.
his mind not expecting a response form Keiji caused Seiji to glance towards his monitor just in time to notice the pop up program he had uploaded into the server was getting overloaded by boxes all coming form the same host. looks like another hit on the cafe. time to earn my free service. Seiji quickly pulled out his flash media key and riffled through the rest on the keying. he then produced one that had a small sticker on it that read "1337" with a big red circle and slash through it. he popped it into the USB port and tapped rapidly at the keys putting up a very larg firewall that in fact cut off service for both directions. H was sure the rest of the customers would be peeved but would thank him later cause this was about to save their hardrives.
A large countdown aperaed on teh screen. the right green numbers spiraling downward from 30 seconds. Seiji reached dwon and grabbed the still warm cup of ramen. he forwent the chopsticks this time and slurped down the last few noodles in the bottom of the cup. He revealed a very satisfied smile.
Turning out to be a real fun night.
(( Keiji and Seiji.....LOL... well saiji is japanese for sage ...whats keiji mean?? razz ...and i love the character concept.. you are definately my hero razz hope the character hsitory of me them knowing each other wasnt a bad strech i was fishign for a way to connect me to something razz )) ((I think Keiji was he who governs with discretion, lemme get back to you on that.))
Keiji scanned the area for any familiar faces within the internet cafe, however there would appear to be a few new, or rarely seen faces. From what he could tell there was the Addams family girl, and.. And what one could suspect was his god the way Keiji's face lit up.
The young boy didn't even need to set a single rose tinted eye on his fellow otaku, Seiji only needed to ask but one question. 'Who was it this time?' Now, considering Keiji's character Seiji definetly wasn't expecting a straight answer. Scrambling to his feet, Keiji first tripped over himself and hit the flood once more furthering the redness of his chin.
However once he got to his feet to took off running towards Seiji, arms a flail and voice a shoutin'. Naturally, he disturbed a few of the newe customers, but his fellow 'net geek was obviously used to him, and some used to Seiji's defenses as well as they simply stared at their computer screen - granted many still fussed.
Nearly tripping over his coat, Keiji stumbled a little however finally met up with his technogical-crack dealer. "Seiji..!" he gasped, running while still out of air was not wise. "Shee!" He even wheezed a little bit, despite his fitness he was still winded, who wouldn't? "Seiji! SeijiSeijiSeiji!!!"
Quite the little drama princess, he was, as he crumbled to his knees. However he just lost his beloved! Crumbling to his knees, he had a look of terror mixed with anger on his face - even sorrow! Surely, the scene touched the cafe, they knew the pain of losing their cyber lover for sure! "They killed Ai-chan!"
A few gasps around the cafe could be heard, a chubby little anime fan of thick lensed glasses quickly shooting up from his seat only to slam his fists down on either side of his keyboard. "Not Ai-chan!" He exclaimed in shock, obviously the middle-school girl had many a fan. Keiji could only offer a woeful nod, and the chubby otaku sunk into his seat.
"So, so.. Sososo! I hit the hoe!" His story starting to make a little more sense, Keiji whirled around snatching up a free keyboard in a way that unplugged it from its port without damage, and swung it in a similar fashion as he did a few minutes earlier. "Ka-king!" ..What kind of person made his own sound effects, and whose head goes 'ka-king!' when it's hit!?
"You ruined my chances with Ai-chan! I worked hard to get that date and now you ruined it!" Without a second though, Keiji began to act out the scene once more. It wasn't too far fetched since it was one of the youngest hobos in exsistence though. "Money, money, money! It's all I hear from people like you, and it pisses me off! *Ka-king!*"
"So, I dropped the keyboard, 'cause he pimp wasn't going to be too happy..!" He managed to get out before asking for air. Searching franticly for something to drink - anything to drink! His sights locked on the familiar bottle of.. "Melon ramune!" Now, of course, Keiji's stories were always facinating no matter how far fetched they were and the teen was more than happy to hand over his fizzy drink. ..Although Keiji could have sworn he saw a tentacle on that computer screen a split second before!
Cugging down the melon soda, Keiji discarded the bottle and tossed it aside so that he could return to his story. "So, I took off running. Because, you know her pimp was going to kill me, and narrowly avoided a gun shot!" It was at that point in time the hyperactive little homeless person took off running down the isles of computers arms a flail once more, shouting so the whole world could hear! Well, the small world that was the computer cafe.
Jumping, leaping.. Even prancing?! "The Red Light Distrct pimps chased me, shooting me! I didn't know what I was to do, so I came to the Core in hopes of losing them in the cro-- OH! And they shot my coat! It has a hole in it now! It took me weeks to make it!" He offered a sob, and slipped off his coat to show the rest of the cape, a bullet hole in the bottom. Cries of surprise from his fellow cosplayer erupted, and if he wasn't mistaken, a young girl fainted somewhere in the back. Then again, that could have been him exaggerating things.
"I had to leap from a roof top! I nearly hurt myself but I landed on a group of people, so they broke my fall, and now I'm here!" So how, he ended up back at Seiji, on his knees once more and winded yet again. ..It would either take someone as 'intelligent' as Keiji to understand what happened, or an amazing genius of the smart kind.
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Posted: Fri Oct 14, 2005 4:50 pm
((KEIJI: governs with discretion Yeah, I was right. ^-^ I thought it fit Keiji pretty well, since I'm thinking about turning him into the leader of the Neo-Shinobi in the future. Right at the moment I'm not sure how it'll work out though.)) AnqeIicDemise (( and I was going to reply but now I realize... I got work to go play in. -grumble- I hope it doesn't pan out to be a bad day. Moh. )) ((If it makes you feel any better, my day was pretty shitty yesterday. Mom was still being bitchy and ended up bitching me out for no reason yesterday. Obviously because Eric's a crybaby (Baby brother.) I must be abusive. Utter bullshit! >0<)) Melnarie Tindomiel ((woop, that was my first rp post... kind of experienced writer's block there, but oh well, will get better)) ((Welcome to the role playing aspect of the guild! xd We welcome you with open arms, and such. Can't be any worse than my first post with Keiji, that was a mess.))
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Posted: Fri Oct 14, 2005 6:40 pm
Girlie Boy Imatation #6 ((KEIJI: governs with discretion Yeah, I was right. ^-^ I thought it fit Keiji pretty well, since I'm thinking about turning him into the leader of the Neo-Shinobi in the future. Right at the moment I'm not sure how it'll work out though.)) AnqeIicDemise (( and I was going to reply but now I realize... I got work to go play in. -grumble- I hope it doesn't pan out to be a bad day. Moh. )) ((If it makes you feel any better, my day was pretty shitty yesterday. Mom was still being bitchy and ended up bitching me out for no reason yesterday. Obviously because Eric's a crybaby (Baby brother.) I must be abusive. Utter bullshit! >0<)) Melnarie Tindomiel ((woop, that was my first rp post... kind of experienced writer's block there, but oh well, will get better)) ((Welcome to the role playing aspect of the guild! xd We welcome you with open arms, and such. Can't be any worse than my first post with Keiji, that was a mess.)) if you only knew how close keiji was to actually impersonating one of my best freidns..you would die... i nearly fell out of my chair laughing at the dramatic reinactment (sp?). i bow down to your creative genius!!!
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Posted: Fri Oct 14, 2005 6:40 pm
Zandar pushed open the door to the internet cafe walked inside. He watched the comical re-enactment by the almost as comical hobo. He took out his laptop and walked over to the nearest empty chair and sat down, first changing his background into a computer-generated image of a forest fire. He hooked up some earphones and before he accessed the internet, he opened up a file on his desktop called "Bahamut's Lagoon."
A very old game opened up and he started to move through the game very quickly, at least ten times the normal speed. He closed the game window after a while and connected with the wireless adaptor. he tried to access the internet, but was encountered by a dozen errors coming from his computer. He fixed the errors and opened a folder called "tracers and antihacks." He opened the tracers subfolder first, and opened a program that went to find out exactly where this interference was coming from and who was sending it.
The data returned quickly, and Georg shook his head. "Raynor, you never learn, do you." He thought out loud as he opened a folder with the tools he created from the first time he managed to keep the hacker out. "Remember, no matter how good of a hacker you are, there's always someone better..." He activated a powerful firewall, but this one was special. It downloaded itself into the target's computer and prevented the sending of data, instead of the receiving of data. "That should keep him busy... for a little while."
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