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 Posted: Mon Apr 16, 2012 7:27 pm
"ARGHACK," Was the noise that Sisly just about yelped when she fell out of her chair onto the floor. It was startling enough, but she hadn't even been looking at the screen when it happened, AND she was wearing earbuds for s**t's sake.
Heaving herself off the floor, she hurriedly disconnected the power, but she could barely exhale a sigh of relief when she noticed the attention the whole antic had drawn. "Hee," She gave any wayward stares a cheeky grin that was only a little nervous and packed up her s**t as she stumbled outside rather ungracefully.
"Aw ******** you, man," She pouted and huffed, still trying to cram all of her stuff into the jingling backpack. The second it could be zipped up, nevermind the fact it was monstrously lumpy, she put it on and threw herself, or at least the top half of herself, on the table and craned her neck even closer to Jumpsuit Guy to make googly eyes at the tech on his arm.
"Come on, bro, sharing is caring" She said, suddenly perky again like the whole incident that got her outside was forgotten already.
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Posted: Mon Apr 16, 2012 7:48 pm
The prey had taken the bait and was outside soon enough. Even if she wasn't in his lap yet. Either way, she was outside, which meant they could talk.
"..I know ya want me that badly, my little boy... but straight t'f*cking? Ya move so fast!" He remained in his chair, allowing the girl to eye-hump his glove for a bit.
"...I'd share with ya... but I already put down th'requirements... so it's really whether or not ya want this as badly as yer eye-humping seems to hint." As if to give her a reminder, he lifted his rump for a moment so he could roll his hips in a circle before settling it back down again.
"I promise, I'll be gentle!" he said before letting out a few snickers.
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Posted: Mon Apr 16, 2012 8:07 pm
"You're a sick ********, takin' advantage of little boys," She said with an intentionally more cloying version of her previous unhappy expression. "I could be an orphan for all you know. In fact, I am. You are taking advantage of a poor, starving, orphan child off the street for your deviant purposes and just lemmelookforlikeasecond," She blurted as she shot out a hand in an attempt to grab his arms that just kind of ended up being a flailing motion with her short limbs and trying not to fall off the table she was 'leaning' on with 80% of her torso.
"Ungh. Well.. like... what about..." She trailed off, originally trying to think of a counter offer before ending up on a roundabout thought train.
"...Do your shades have wires coming out of them?"
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Posted: Mon Apr 16, 2012 8:19 pm
"Goodness, my dear... ya must really want it badly..." he uttered, casually turning his head slightly and running his hand which had been holding the lighter earlier through the ratty ends of his hair. Turning in such a manner easily showed off that the "glasses" weren't so much glasses as this flat-chested girl seemed to think. The metal literally wrapped all the way around his head, with the wires peeking out of the back.
After such a blatant display, he finished off his statement.
"...but not enough, lil' Orphan Andy!" Taking advantage of his long limbs, he reached out and attempted to pet the girl's short, yet shaggy hair.
"Lil' Orphan Andy... did ya at least want a light fer yer cig... since at least yer outside now and all..." Once more, he reached out, holding out the lighter he had used earlier in the Cafe.
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Posted: Mon Apr 16, 2012 8:25 pm
"Aw, c'mon, man," She complained, but there wasn't much effort behind it. She did clumsily flail in an eventually successful attempt to grab the pack of cigs from a side pocket on her backpack and smack a fresh one out of the carton since the chewed one ended up left behind in her hurry out the door.
The light was gladly welcome, and she seemed to at least downgrade on the derptastic motions she was going through. "Hm... you got any snacks on ya?" She asked, even though she was clearly trying to ponder what was up with his headgear.
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Posted: Mon Apr 16, 2012 8:41 pm
"I must be so naughty, promoting smoking in our young male orphans... pretty sure that's illegal..." If anything, it didn't sound like this man cared so much about any potential issues with the law. He flicked the lighter once more and held out the flame for the girl so she could get lit up.
"...I've got somethin'... but somehow I think ya don't have the balls fer it..."
Once the girl seemed set up at least with her cig, the man leaned back slightly, seeming to lounge in his seat. "So... lil' Orphan Andy... what do ya want most in this world? Fame, fortune... to be able to screw around with th'best technology out there?"
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Posted: Mon Apr 16, 2012 8:54 pm
"Don't grow morals yet, MIB," She said with a good natured roll of the eyes. "And that's very accurate," She added after indulging in a long drag. "I don't have any balls at all! But if you throw something edible into the deal I just might succumb to your wiles~"
One brow slowly ticked up at the question, and she took a sidelong glance around in thought. "Well there's this d**k that's got the high score on, like, the last two games at the arcade up the street. And after that, I dunno. See I'm not much a long term thinker, which is whys I ended up broke in this shithole I don't know 'nything about."
She shrugged a little and started messing with her crumbled cigarette carton out of boredom. Talking was awkward and she just kind of wished she could text s**t to him instead of doing this vocal thing. "I mean, don't get me wrong, that is a sweet set up, but all girls like shiny things. I want cash, I want toys, but who doesn't?"
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Posted: Mon Apr 16, 2012 9:13 pm
Where as some people gave him nicknames on occasion, for some reason the one this flat chest girl gave him seemed to bother him a bit. Not that his facial expression seemed to show it. He was still grinning.
When she asked for something edible, he easily reached into his side pouch and pulled out some of the packets of weaker hot sauce. It wasn't his preference, but he had them there just in case he was desperate for some sustenance.
Sadly, what he considered weak was still pretty potent to many others. He slid the packets along the table towards his female companion. "...it's yer call, Lil' Orphan Andy... I just 'threw something edible' inta th'deal. Now, whether ya sit in my lap or not... is a whole different issue." He licked his lips, as if he seemed interested in having her keeping him close company.
Her response to his question was filled with a sort of immaturity and desperation that was easy enough to play off of. She wanted things she didn't have.
"...Cash and toys, eh? If I were t'guess, ya like toys that process data fast, no lag, high speed internet that puts this lil' sh*thole to shame!" He casually gestured back to the building that the two had been in just a bit prior.
After the gesture, he looped his hand back to slapping his own thigh again for yet another invitation. "I could tell ya more... but I think ya should get a bit closer so I can tell ya the way to unlock paradise..."
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Posted: Mon Apr 16, 2012 9:46 pm
Sisly blinked at the hot sauce, having hoped for food, not a condiment. But that didn't change the fact she lifted herself up on her arms and flopped into his lap like one collapses into an armchair, nabbing the packets from the table in the process. A limber and impressive move for just getting around the table angle, but not exactly a dainty or gentle one.
"Jeez, you know hard it is to try and negotiate the price higher when there's like jackshit to be had?" She complained, but also mentally noted that hot sauce and cigarettes were not the worst lunch she'd ever had.
She nibbled the first packet open and wriggled and shifted, realizing that while his comfort was not her primary concern, taking off her backpack might've been a smart choice. C'est la vie.
"Anf oo'd guss righ," She said, holding the coveted hot sauce packet in her teeth while grabbing his arm like a greedy kid. The spice was definitely resulting in a weird muscle tic under her eye but she was holding out hope her tongue would numb soon.
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Posted: Mon Apr 16, 2012 10:09 pm
The tall man, strangely, was not complaining about having a backpack shoved into his chest. It was like she tried to push the air out of his lungs, and to be brutally honest, he liked it. He was too tall to try to tuck his chin on the girl's backpack, since she was quite a bit shorter than him. However, with his free arm, he did manage to lounge it across the top of the pack, somewhat tugging the girl into sitting upright.
"See... now that wasn't too hard, was it, Lil' Orphan Andy?" He chuckled, though it was hard to tell if it was from genuine amusement or from some other darker intention.
Keeping to his end of the bargain, he leaned closer so that his lips were practically at the shell of her ear. In a low tone, he uttered some of the words she longed to hear.
"These are custom made pieces of tech made for computer work. The whole thing is a set... visor, and two sets of gloves. The one who produced this tech goes by the name One Three Three Seven."
He bumped his legs up and down, almost like he was trying to make a bucking Ponyta under the girl's body. "I hope that sauce is treatin' ya well, lil' boy!" With a slight cackle, he stopped again quite suddenly and whispered this time into his ear.
"Team Rocket has a place fer ya, should ya want it. Money, food, housing, access to some of the best tech in the world. And... ya could meet 1337 in person..."
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Posted: Mon Apr 16, 2012 10:33 pm
"Gurp," Sisly was suddenly pulled in the opposite way she was attempting to sit and a garbled exclamation was practically belched between her teeth. But when he started whispering, she at least composed herself to look like she wasn't believing one ********>," She finally blurted when he mentioned meeting him in person and re-angled herself to look at and reach up to try and squish his cheeks. Admittedly she was trying not ask if he was a cyborg but still, it had to be a load of crap, especially if he was claiming to be a representative of Team Rocket. She was having a hard time picturing this guy anywhere in their ranks, but she also had something of a skewed vision of them with only the media to fall back on for information.
"Yeah and there's a shaymin in this pokeball," She answered sarcastically, and responded to the bucking by continuing to be dead weight, interpreting it as wanting her off and just wanting to be contrary.
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Posted: Mon Apr 16, 2012 10:54 pm
The best part of all of this was the fact that the hacker was telling the truth, and she was calling him out like he was lying out of his a**. Her hands were manipulating his cheeks, distorting that grin that was still upon his face. "Oh baby, I see that yer gettin' a bit feisty. Toucha-toucha-toucha-toucha-touch me~" He momentarily cocked his head to the side a bit, to accent the wink that he had managed to give her underneath his gear. For having his eyes covered, he was still able to be quite expressive.
He didn't exactly have to be very persuasive when it came to his presence in Team Rocket. Reaching into another side pouch, he whipped out a little black device with a blatant red 'R' on it. "...standard issue, my lil' boy!"
Rather than leave his pokedex out for the casual observer to notice, he slid it into the girl's lap along her thigh, holding it into place.
"...ya sound pretty hungry t'me... and I don't think ya got anything t'lose... at least... that's th'way I see it, my lil' boy."
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Posted: Mon Apr 16, 2012 11:16 pm
"Ah! 'ey," She pursed her lips and leaned away for just enough room for an 'I see what u did thar' point directed at his chest. And then she grabbed at the pokedex as if she was going to be able to determine authenticity just by touching it.
"...I am pretty hungry," She mused. It was true, she hadn't eaten since, like, breakfast.
She was mulling her options over in her mind, which was more or less 'Team Rocket, shenanigans, awesome gadgets, I want I want I want.'
"See, I knew you were just, like, the most interestin' guy I'd seen all day," Sisly gushed with a crooked grin, suddenly miles more friendly and throwing one of her arms around the back of his neck in an overly familiar fashion. "Sign me up, and point me to One-Three-Three-Four-Five-Six-I-Forgot-What-You-Said-Sorry." After saying all that in the same cadence she needed to pause for air. "What about you? Am I supposed to keep calling you MIB?"
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Posted: Mon Apr 16, 2012 11:32 pm
1337 definitely was never the sort to get put off by a girl acting friendly with him. Sure, he would have preferred someone a bit older looking with more fun in their fun-bags, but this wasn't bad either. With a bit of laughter, he easily leaned his head in enough for his nose chain to brush against her neck.
"I'd rather stand out... it makes everything so much more interestin'... wouldn't ya say? I mean, I definitely was the best lookin' too... so why not show off my stuff, eh lil' boy?"
It was quite obvious that the girl now wanted to know who had recruited her to the criminal organization, and it was definitely in her right.
Yet, it seemed the man wasn't exactly planning to let her in on his secret yet. "Ya can call me 'Sexy'... or 'Von-long-huge-en-dong'... or whatever the heck ya want. I ain't too picky, Lil' Orphan Andy!"
In a playful manner, he once more started bouncing his leg underneath her, lounging back yet again. "...so, do ya have any loose ends ya need t'tie up out 'ere... or ya good t'head back to the HQ once I am done with my day off?"
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Posted: Tue Apr 17, 2012 12:03 am
"I-dee-kay, you're not really my type, Shama-Lama-Ding-Dong" She chirruped, waving his nose chain away. The whole chain connecting his ear to his nose thing was something she outright thought was stupid, but she wasn't going to bother with it too much when he was being so entertaining and possibly profitable.
She still wasn't done messing with his glove, even though she had seemingly allowed herself to get distracted what with the offer to join a criminal organization and all.
"Pft, no, everything I own is pretty much here," She said, jerking the jingling backpack for emphasis while a stray hand was jabbing around for any buttons on that fancy gadget. "I've only been off the boat from Sinnoh for a day, bro."
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