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 Posted: Mon Dec 03, 2007 11:46 pm
Accidental Meetings Last Place on EarthWhilst out walking around the town, Fiach's stomach gives off a loud rumble, sending him into the nearest Cafe for a bite to eat. Much to his dismay; however, the unruly customer he's only recently met is already there. A man who unnerves him - and who invites him to his table. Considerable awkwardness ensues as a young man named Dean soon joins the pair. Brad winds up buying Fiach lunch, and chattering with Dean about WoW, as Fiach tries to hide and pretend he's enthused about watching Nigh play.
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Posted: Mon Dec 03, 2007 11:47 pm
Who would have thought that a simple trip to a local cafe could turn into such an embarrassing fit of blushing and trying my best to disappear into the chair I was sitting on? I entered a cafe I'd never heard before, the iJava-Bahn, and quickly spotted a man I'd only recently met and discovered I was afraid of. His Hacker Nigh had sent him into quite a fit at a our last meeting, and so I did my best to hide away from him. Unfortunately, I think Nigh ratted me out, because no sooner had I scrunched down behind my laptop than a cup of coffee was delivered to my table in Brad's name.
Though I was alarmed that he knew I was there, I was also worried that if I ignored the coffee, or didn't think him...that he might get angry with me again. So I went and joined him and Nigh at their table, though I have to admit...I was ready to run away if the need showed itself.
I didn't think that Brad was the type of person to really show any sort of worry over anyone, so I was surprised at how he invited me to sit with him - and showed some concern over the bruises on my face. Even though Nigh made fun of them, it was vaguely nice to know that someone cared...although I was afraid to tell him the truth about them.
I have to admit...Brad was a lot nicer than I had thought he was after our first meeting. He was kind enough to buy me some food when my stomach growled, and allowed me to watch Nigh play this game called WoW. Nigh entertained me for a while, and helped put me at ease around his friend Brad. It was a little weird watching him play the game so exuberantly, and it only got weirder when Dean joined the table and they all began to talk about this game.
I'd never played WoW and felt oddly out of place, so busied myself instead with pretending to be interested in what Nigh was doing and eating.
Dean was a nice enough guy, though he looked awfully tired at the cafe...He and Brad mentioned something about Hackers, though...and Nigh suggested there was the possibility of one on Dean's computer. I hope that if he does become a customer...things don't happen like they did with Brad. That's the last thing I need...
Although...I am starting to think that Brad isn't as evil as I had thought at first. I mean...he did buy me food and was kind enough not to run me off when I sat down with him...
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Posted: Mon Dec 03, 2007 11:50 pm
A Gentle Customer Alani Makes her Entrance
Fiach meets Alani, Brad's close friend, and nearly has a fit for trying not to do anything that might get repeated to Brad. She had a hacker that was eating her game of WoW, and wanted some more information on these Hackers. It was a short visit, much to Fiach's relief.
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Posted: Mon Dec 03, 2007 11:53 pm
Emile My Past, Your Past
Trisste makes a dire plea to Fiach to rescue Sionce from his sister. Uncertainty fills the man as he agrees to join Sionce to pick up Emile from the airport. Some discoveries are made that lead Fiach to fighting the former boxing champion Emile until Sionce steps in and drags him away. Upset at not having finished the fight, Fiach winds up carrying a bawling Sionce back to his home, tending to his wounds, and laying him in bed after he passes out. Fiach admits to not wanting to live, a fact that seems to oddly distress Sionce.
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Posted: Mon Dec 03, 2007 11:56 pm
The Need to Relax
Chance Meetings
Leaving Sionce's house to get a change of clothes, Fiach decides he's in dire need of a drink...or six...and heads to the nearest bar to drown his sorrows in liquor. By chance, Brad walks in and the two wind up sharing a table and drinks. Though Fiach quickly discovers he's not afraid of Brad himself, but of how observant the man seems to be, the buzzed Brad thankfully changes the line of questions before becoming drunk enough to decide to go home.
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Posted: Mon Dec 03, 2007 11:58 pm
I never thought I would see a Hacker react with panic towards any situation. Especially not Trisste. Nor did I ever think I would see a Hacker plead with a human, about anything. Most especially not about the needs of another human. And yet...that's exactly what Trisste did. He showed up at the shop in a frenzy and begged me to help Sionce. To save Sionce from his sister. The fact that it was a heartfelt plea and from a Hacker startled me, but what had me even more concerned was the fact that Sionce seemed to be in some sort of danger.
Not entirely understanding the message, I quickly set off towards Sionce's house, praying that he could explain what was going on. I owed Sionce, from when he saved me from myself, and so tore out of the shop as soon as I could manage to be dressed appropriately enough to manage. I didn't want Sionce to be alone when he needed someone, much as that night that I held a knife in my hands once more I hadn't wanted to be alone.
But when I got there...and saw Sionce without his mask...I think that's when it truly hit me. That Sionce was actually in trouble. I had never seen him so...stoic and reserved. Sionce, even with his mask, always at least seemed agitated with me about almost everything. And his face just didn't...seem like the face I'd seen before. If I hadn't known any better, I would have thought that Sionce had not only dressed up his clothes, but also his face with make up. But where would Sionce have learned that from?
I felt like I was under dressed standing next to my friend, but agreed to go anyway. Regretting the decision almost immediately after giving it, I didn't want him to be alone. I would have to put aside my own problems long enough to help him. The sight of the cab was almost enough to make me leave. To this day, even though the accident was some time ago...I can not sit in another person's car without having flashbacks. If I'm driving...I'll be nervous, but I can handle it. Just not someone else driving me.
When that had me thoroughly unnerved, Sionce thought it well enough to warn me that should Emile stay longer than one day...he would commit suicide. Compared to that, Art's teasing about my uneasy attitude regarding the ride to the airport was almost nothing. Fighting flashbacks and panic the entire way there, the trip went by quickly. Almost too quickly.
I was afraid to meet this Emile that had Trisste so worked up, and when I finally met her...I knew why. She immediately assumed Sionce and I were a couple, and the two spoke in French for a fair amount of the time we were all together. My distaste for her only grew when she happily told me about the time she'd broken Sionce's jaw. As I began to realize the true horror he had had to survive when he grew up, my admiration of my friend only grew. He had survived so much...and handle it so well...Yet here I stand...floundering and barely keeping my head above water.
When Emile pulled Sionce away, the look of horror on his face...though he told me to stay put...I couldn't. I had promised to help him, and I fully intended to do so, regardless of what might happen to myself. As I saw her sear her brother's flesh with such glee...any self control I had regarding not hitting a girl fled as quickly as any concern I had over Sionce's injuries.
My only thoughts were to hit her and hit her hard. I didn't realize I'd swung at her until her fist connected to my jaw. As the stars exploded in my vision...I realized that I was fighting someone who had fought before. Any thoughts I had entertained about leaving after one slap fled. All the silly notions of 'never hitting a girl' and 'going easy on one' if I ever had to...were gone in an instant. I wanted to give to her what she had given to Sionce and then some. I wanted to fight as hard as I had back in Ireland. Something, anything that made me feel the thrill of being alive, walking the edge of life or death, not knowing if you were going to topple or have victory until it was all over.
Almost as soon as the fight had started...it was over. Sionce had to literally drag me away from her, because I was so desperate to finish that fight. I know I shouldn't have wanted to continue, but I did.
And that fact is something I will regret for a long time, I think. Fighting and hurting people aren't things I truly enjoy doing...but the hope that she might have killed me or at least seriously injured me during that fight, had made me feel happy for that short time. The thrill of a fight is addicting, and my time as a brawler in Ireland had ensured I was hooked.
When Sionce pulled me aside into a back alley and began to cry, all the anger I'd felt just moments before slipped away and my only thought was to get him home and to get him some help. Though I got many strange looks on our walk to his house, I focused only on ensuring his safety. I didn't quite trust myself to speak, so at first I merely walked about in his house mute, finding the tools I would need to fix as many of his injuries as I could.
I was unprepared for the mass of scars that covered his back and arms, but the concern they made me feel was belittled by the awe I felt at Sionce's strength. To have fought on through all of that and come out as strong as he had...
I know I said things that I shouldn't have during that time with Sionce, and I wish, in part, that I could take them back. But I can't. All I can do is pray that Sionce will forgive me. Or, at least not stop being my friend. Even if I don't act it, I cherish that friendship.
I left shortly after Sionce passed out and decided to head to a bar. After a night as stressful as that one was...I needed a drink. Badly.
I just wish I hadn't run into Brad while I was there. It was a meeting I was not only unprepared for, but unable to fully detach myself from. The man said too many things that struck me, got too deep under my skin. He reminds me of the old man that saved my life back in Ireland. A fact that both scares and worries me.
What if someday I can't keep hiding? What if Brad discovers the pitiful truth behind my failing facade?
Why do I fear Brad's observant nature so?
And yet...as much as I fear him...I...think I trust him. He reminds me too much of the old man, the only person I was ever able to really trust, and the only person who extended a hand in friendship and didn't yank it away at the first sign of trouble.
Why do I trust Brad, if even only the tiniest bit? It scares me that I'm starting to lean on someone I barely know...I don't want to break. Not now. Not ever.
I wish I could be as strong as Sionce appears to be.
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Posted: Mon Dec 03, 2007 11:59 pm
A New Customer
Enter: Miss Lorie
Fiach tends to another new customer, she seems to be slightly spacey, but otherwise a pleasant person.ERP with Shnazz Enter: Mister Wique
Another spastic and spacey customer comes in, frustrating Fiach with how every tiny answer must be pried out with care.
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Posted: Wed Jan 09, 2008 8:50 pm
To Touch is to Truly Feel Fiach heads to the shop to ensure that Adalia is doing her job, running into Sionce on the way. An awkward meeting takes place shortly before Sionce opens the door to discover two boys making out on the shop's floor. Fiach starts to have a meltdown while Sionce watches and wishes he'd calm down.
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Posted: Wed Jan 09, 2008 8:52 pm
Where You Are Leaving the shop behind, a numb Fiach leads a broken Sionce back to his home. On the way, Sionce merely mutters, "Fiach, my secret", and says nothing more. Fiach is confused by this, and concerned about what might happen once the door to Sionce's place open. Will his friend break further, or will Fiach be the one to start to lose it?
Will the decision to take Sionce home create a tear in their friendship, or turn it into something a little more?
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Posted: Wed Jan 09, 2008 8:53 pm
A Chilly Winter's Eve Concluding that a break is in order, Fiach heads to a local cafe where he runs into Alex once again. It quickly becomes a break he rues taking as talk goes to singing and Ireland, reminding him of the lost Aine and the guilt he felt at her loss. With some trepidation, Fiach agrees to meet Alex at a later date. Hoping that by then, his recent stress and depression will have dissipated so that he can at least have a normal conversation with the girl.
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Posted: Wed Jan 09, 2008 8:53 pm
The Massive Fight
Dean.
His name is Dean.
The man that my sister is now dating. The one she wouldn't tell me about. Li'tae claims to have heard of him through Dean's Hacker, Zest. Li'tae was so...pleased with the telling I almost thought he was making it up. That is, until I finally asked Adalia. Or. Well. I guess you could say that I cornered her. I was angry with her for the mess at the shop with the two hacker droids, and the stress between us had been reaching its boiling point for some time...so I guess I lost it. While I wish I hadn't...I also wish that Adalia hadn't been so afraid of me as to refuse to tell me what was going on in her life.
She left the shop, left the hacker droids, to go and hang out with some man she'd only just met! Who knows what could have happened to her with this man named KX! Li'tae was actually fearful to tell me after how angry he said I sounded at the shop...but the nerve! To just walk off with some man she'd never met before, go out to a restaurant..who knows what he might have done to her! So much could have happened to my little sister...and yet she yelled at me for getting after her for running off with KX in the first place!
Adalia said that if only I acted like a big brother and opened up to her...then she wouldn't turn to other people like she does. How can she blame me for her actions? I don't open up to her because I'm afraid of what might happen, that she might run away! I know she's told me that she'll never leave my side, that she's my little sister and will love me always no matter what, but...How can she say that without knowing the truth?
I know I've made some choices to break her trust in me...but that she would just run off with KX, saying that he behaved like a big brother to her...hurts.
She used to tell me about her new boyfriends, and even though I wasn't interested...I still loved that she told me. That she trusted me with that. But she stopped talking to me...
And now I find out she's dating Dean. While the few times I've met him he's seemed pleasant enough...I'm still worried. What if he's not as nice as he seems? What if he hurts her? I will need to arrange a meeting with him, once my mind has calmed down...He needs to know that I will not tolerate him endangering my sister. Period.
The fight that Adalia and I had...I nearly hit her. I was so angry by the end of it...she threw so many words in my face...combined with the fight with Emile, the tension between Sionce and myself...some of the scathing remarks that he said...the anniversary of Aine's death is coming up soon...I don't know how much more I can take.
I threw Adalia into the wall and pinned her there, with her head between my arms while I glowered down at her. I pray to God I didn't bruise her...her eyes...they were so full of fear! She didn't cry until after I moved, but as she ran out of the room...I could hear her cries. I finally packed my bags and returned to the shop. I can't bear to return home.
Not after what I did to her.
I had no right to throw her or to growl and scream and curse at her! She should not have to suffer for my problems, or for my anger. She's just my kid sister, and she was only doing what little sisters do...but I still can't help that I feel like I'm a failure. A monster that has no right to even call her his sister!
I just...I don't know how to make things up to her...I don't know how to make things right. How do you make up for what I've done?
I don't think its possible. I just...I hope...I hope that Adalia doesn't hate me. I couldn't bear it if she turned from me like everyone else has in the past.
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Posted: Sun Jan 13, 2008 8:26 pm
Return to Oblivion - The RP Lost in the swirling of his mind's ramblings, Fiach stares at the obituary and a bottle of whiskey. Dying for the comfort of booze, drugs, or death, but knowing that he owed it to the old man to find comfort elsewhere. Numbly, he searched through the rolodeck, locating a number at random, and dialing it before he even knew what he was doing. When he hears Brad's voice on the other line, Fiach nearly slams the phone down, scared of what Brad might say or do, but ends up telling Brad he needs help. Much more afraid of the alternatives, than anything Brad could do to him.
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Posted: Sun Apr 27, 2008 5:10 pm
What comes from spite...
Upset with his baby sister, his best friend, at himself, Fiach decides to take a stand in the only way his frazzled mind can think of - hire a new staff member to lessen his dealings with the current ones. And to lessen his chances of having to deal with Brad ever again. Unsure about the interview or bringing a new man on board even before he meets the poor boy, Fiach's doubts grow ever stronger even after he has until Adalia walks in and interrupts the interview. A decision from spite is made, and a new staff member comes on board at .NET Hackers.
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Posted: Sun Apr 27, 2008 5:13 pm
Enter: New Customers With a new employee hired, Fiach allows himself to slowly settle back into the daily needs of the business. Beginning with meeting two new customers, the new, proud owners of the Hackers Shituku and Teawn.
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