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 Posted: Fri Oct 14, 2005 6:50 pm
Bagel san 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!!! (( xd Awesome. I was going for a very comical style for Keiji. A very spazztastic character that would make even serious situations hilarious. But, hush you. AnqeIic is going to have to pop my ego later tonight because of you. xd I can no longer fit through doors, and I'm hungry!))
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Posted: Fri Oct 14, 2005 7:06 pm
Seiji reached down into his left hip pocket and found his cold smooth target. He produced a bottle of green tea in a semi clear glass bottle. With a simple twist of his wrist the top came off and he promptly lifted the bottle and let the semi sweet liquid wash down the ramen. He was listening to everything that Keiji was going on about. He knew him well enough that core of the story was true but some of it was more than likely elaborated. This was about the third time this week that Seiji had too sit through one of theses displays over how he got chased or how his system got stolen or broken. He merely smiled and nodded in return well aware that what it meant was his guinea pig was ready for the next test toy.
The computer screen that he had now turned his back to had finally reached the end of the countdown and the same moment that the techno hobo had finished is act. It then popped up a nice big smiley face that said: THANX FOR TRYING BUT NOW KISS YOUR HARDRIVE GOODBYE. somewhere somebody else would be viewing that screen just before the infiltration program that was sent to them overrode their hardrives speed regulator causing it to increase to a speed so fast that it would cause it to completely overheat the computer and marred the surface of his hardrives to an irreparable state. The firewall that was put up to protect the cafe's network was dropped allowing users to regain access to what they were doing.
Seiji looked at teh poor hobo practically on teh verge of tears over the loss of his beloved Cyber-girl. "S'allright" Seiji said in his local accent " I can hook you up with another one" With that statement he reached into another one of his pockets this one placed jus below his knee on teh left leg. He produced a blue plastic folded device. It looked much like the VideoBoy that was in stores and actually was the casing for one. But the insides were completely different. What he held in his hand had more computing power than most handheld P.C.s. And it ran computer games and videogames alike from most any platform. He offered it to Keiji like a older lady would offer a small child a piece of candy on All hallows eve. A piece of candy that held the logo of one of the most talented street techs this side of the fountain.
"This one is better than your last one. Its got twice the memory, 3 times the processor speed and a battery life that will last you till into next week. "
((bahamut lagoon is classic!! and our hacker just got a double whammy. and if your curious abotuthe logo..here ya go  ))
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Posted: Fri Oct 14, 2005 7:37 pm
Bagel san Seiji reached down into his left hip pocket and found his cold smooth target. He produced a bottle of green tea in a semi clear glass bottle. With a simple twist of his wrist the top came off and he promptly lifted the bottle and let the semi sweet liquid wash down the ramen. He was listening to everything that Keiji was going on about. He knew him well enough that core of the story was true but some of it was more than likely elaborated. This was about the third time this week that Seiji had too sit through one of theses displays over how he got chased or how his system got stolen or broken. He merely smiled and nodded in return well aware that what it meant was his guinea pig was ready for the next test toy.
The computer screen that he had now turned his back to had finally reached the end of the countdown and the same moment that the techno hobo had finished is act. It then popped up a nice big smiley face that said: THANX FOR TRYING BUT NOW KISS YOUR HARDRIVE GOODBYE. somewhere somebody else would be viewing that screen just before the infiltration program that was sent to them overrode their hardrives speed regulator causing it to increase to a speed so fast that it would cause it to completely overheat the computer and marred the surface of his hardrives to an irreparable state. The firewall that was put up to protect the cafe's network was dropped allowing users to regain access to what they were doing.
Seiji looked at teh poor hobo practically on teh verge of tears over the loss of his beloved Cyber-girl. "S'allright" bagel said in his local accent " I can hook you up with another one" With that statement he reached into another one of his pockets this one placed jus below his knee on teh left leg. He produced a blue plastic folded device. It looked much like the VideoBoy that was in stores and actually was the casing for one. But the insides were completely different. What he held in his hand had more computing power than most handheld P.C.s. And it ran computer games and videogames alike from most any platform. He offered it to Keiji like a older lady would offer a small child a piece of candy on All hallows eve. A piece of candy that held the logo of one of the most talented street techs this side of the fountain.
"This one is better than your last one. Its got twice the memory, 3 times the processor speed and a battery life that will last you till into next week. "
((bahamut lagoon is classic!! and our hacker just got a double whammy. and if your curious abotuthe logo..here ya go )) He stared longingly at, what appeared to be, the supped up VideoBoy. Placing his plams on the ground to stablize himself, he obviously had to sit there and thing long and hard about the choice he was going to make. After all, it was hard to simply move on after another love.
"I donno, man." Keiji ended up staring at he poked at the blue gaming device, paying no mind to the symbol on it as he'd seen it many a time before. For Keiji, it meant nothing as he carried his own for the most part oblivious to what it meant. As far as he was concerned, rather as far as he thought, was the fact that it meant he did less than legal activities for money. That simple.
"I don't want to end up using her as my rebound girl." Socially inept, bad with girls, and yet adorably.. Stupid and geeky. Such was Keiji, and despite the fact that he carried the scent of overpowering body spray as what he called his 'one second bath' who couldn't love the young hobo?
"I kind of ditched Honoka-chan for Ai, too. Maybe I should go back to her for a while and make sure things end okay." Hardcore amongst the hardcore, Keiji was one hell've an otaku. He rubbed his chin as he fell into thought, and naturally he had to wince as he found that he had pain there. Now, he wondered why! It's not like he fell or an--
"Oh my god! My stuff!" Keiji scrabled back to his feet and began to run away. However, the inviting metalic blue device called to him. She wanted him! And despite saying no.. Keiji turned around, snatched the 'gift' from Seiji, and took off running to gather his gadgets, his tech-treasure!
Naturally, a bunch of kids had gathered around his spilled cargo, content at stealing what they could before the owner returned. Sadly for them, Keiji had come back for his babies, and with a vengence! "Get your hands off of them! I wont let you take, and defile my babies!" ..Something about that sentence sounded strangly incestuous, considering most of those devices were loading with dating sims. Were they his daughter-girlfriends, of some sort?
Grabbing the old PSX controler tied to his wrist he gave it an experimental swing before spotting his first target who turned to look at Keiji with a nasty glare. Unfortunetly that glare was met with a nose-breaking blow from the PSX controler, and he crumbled to the floor mumbling muffled cries of pain as blood seeped through his fingers. Already most of his gadgets were bought, however one poor sap still held onto one green device which no doubt was Keiji's beloved Honoka.
He had balls, too, the thief of Honoka. Despite Keiji crying "Unhand her, fiend!" no doubt takinhg dialogue from a midieval-set anime, he tucked the device into his back pocket, and withdrew a butterfly knife in the same second, and such was a bad move on his part.
With the flexibility of a cat, Keiji nimbly avoided the first stabbing motion of the now unfolded knife and went down on his hands. It was as if he was mimicing a certain Mugen at this point in time. Granted, since the release of RahXephon, he wasn't big on Bones Studio.
His body bending slightly under his weight and poorly balenced self, one could guess that he hadn't perfected the technique. That, or he had made but a guess with his genius common sense built mind. Too, he was correct as the thief of Honoka stabbed once more only to narrowly miss biting into Keiji's side.
It was in one swift motion that Keiji's right elbow collesped sending him rolling around the thief, landing on the black plastic sheet which opened the automatic door. His left hand reached behind him to removed Honoka from the pocket and slip her into his own, then elbow the thief in the back. Finally the delivering blow was delivered as his right hand came into play his index and middle finger entering the nose of his enemy.
Pushing with his left elbow, and pulling with his right hand, the thief rocketed over Keiji's shoulder and out the door leaving a little blood on Keiji's shoulder. It would seem he ripped his nose a bit. How much of Keiji being related to the Neo-Shinobi was fiction?
Huffing, Keiji began to pick up what was left of his devices, no doubt some missing.
((Sorry for the drama, I just wanted to get a feel for Keiji's battle technique real quick. I wasn't sure how he'd act in battle, so I had to test it out. ninja ))
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Posted: Fri Oct 14, 2005 7:43 pm
Bagel san Seiji reached down into his left hip pocket and found his cold smooth target. He produced a bottle of green tea in a semi clear glass bottle. With a simple twist of his wrist the top came off and he promptly lifted the bottle and let the semi sweet liquid wash down the ramen. He was listening to everything that Keiji was going on about. He knew him well enough that core of the story was true but some of it was more than likely elaborated. This was about the third time this week that Seiji had too sit through one of theses displays over how he got chased or how his system got stolen or broken. He merely smiled and nodded in return well aware that what it meant was his guinea pig was ready for the next test toy.
The computer screen that he had now turned his back to had finally reached the end of the countdown and the same moment that the techno hobo had finished is act. It then popped up a nice big smiley face that said: THANX FOR TRYING BUT NOW KISS YOUR HARDRIVE GOODBYE. somewhere somebody else would be viewing that screen just before the infiltration program that was sent to them overrode their hardrives speed regulator causing it to increase to a speed so fast that it would cause it to completely overheat the computer and marred the surface of his hardrives to an irreparable state. The firewall that was put up to protect the cafe's network was dropped allowing users to regain access to what they were doing.
Seiji looked at teh poor hobo practically on teh verge of tears over the loss of his beloved Cyber-girl. "S'allright" bagel said in his local accent " I can hook you up with another one" With that statement he reached into another one of his pockets this one placed jus below his knee on teh left leg. He produced a blue plastic folded device. It looked much like the VideoBoy that was in stores and actually was the casing for one. But the insides were completely different. What he held in his hand had more computing power than most handheld P.C.s. And it ran computer games and videogames alike from most any platform. He offered it to Keiji like a older lady would offer a small child a piece of candy on All hallows eve. A piece of candy that held the logo of one of the most talented street techs this side of the fountain.
"This one is better than your last one. Its got twice the memory, 3 times the processor speed and a battery life that will last you till into next week. "
((bahamut lagoon is classic!! and our hacker just got a double whammy. and if your curious abotuthe logo..here ya go )) (at one point in that post, you reverted to calling your character "bagel" Just thought you might want to know. xd ) (and not only is Bahamut's Lagoon classic, It's not available in the US. I had to get a ROM to play it. )
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Posted: Fri Oct 14, 2005 7:59 pm
Georg turned and stared at Keiji. He was now completely and utterly sure that this was better entertainment than all the antique games his computer could hold. He noted the PSX controller, thinking how many times he had mistaken it for a boomerang. His pack slipped to the ground and just as the precious and valuable software was about to hit the ground, he caught it by a string that ended in a loop that his left hand was inserted into.
He started up his old battery, an even older one, and the new one, their hums adding to the monotone of the laptop. He hooked all of them up to his laptop and started a hundred programs. he smiled as they finished their jobs one by one, coming up with a gigantic list of titles. He browsed through the files, selecting about fifty, and starting them up. strong music pumped through his earphones, and he had to turn off the new generator to lower the volume.
The music was still much louder than it should be, and the nearby people would be able to hear his music. Anyone who knew old music would recognize quite a few of them, and Georg enjoyed every last bit of it. He continued to tap away at the keys, going about his business as he usually would, but being especially careful for anomalies.
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Posted: Fri Oct 14, 2005 8:04 pm
((gah i knew i was gonna do that evetually... fixed it.. makes me wish you dint quote my whole post razz ....yah .. i knwo what ya mean about the roms... ive got a whole library of them razz ))
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AnqeIicDemise Vice Captain
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Posted: Fri Oct 14, 2005 8:36 pm
There was a reason as to why Tuesday liked the station that her neighbor had 'stolen'. For one, it had the best view-- a person could see all angles of the room from there: from the back office's closed door, to the main entry way.. and all it took was a quick twist of the head. Her station came with the second best view, but unfortunately a support beam blocked out the main entrance and all that she had to guide herself was by the 'swoosh' sounds of the doors opening, and the accompanying ring.
One could always *see* Thursday Addams before hearing her, and it always gave her sister the head's up to pop a few aspirin into her mouth.
Tuesday heard the doors open and froze in mid-action, and several cords dangled from her fingertips. A soft sigh of relief escaped her thick lips as Makoto spoke to Keiji. Safe.. for now.
"Makoto Osakawa, give the guy a break-- I'll pay for the next two times he comes in." Tuesday smiled, and it was as if the ice that had covered her exterior suddenly melted. Then again, Tuesday was in her element now -- inside the cafe, surrounded by fellow geeks and MILES away from her twin sister.
At last she finished hooking up her laptop and to the desktop in her station and then began to fiddle around with the camera. 'Bullet', as she had nicknamed the sleek, chrome-colored laptop she carried around everywhere had loads of memory, enough ram to rival the newest Fujikawata laptop and a graphics sound card that allowed its crisp sound to put a theatre's surround system to shame....so why did she need the desktop? Well, she babied the damned thing and didn't want to crash it.
'Sakata', the last laptop she had owned, ended up burning to a crisp because she'd run too many programs on it at once. When it came to her tech-work, Tuesday loved to multi-task... and she was the most demanding creature when it came to working out her machines. Bullet, despite its archaic and almost discontinued look, was her most prized posession (well, other than her camera) and it had just undergone a massive overhaul when it came to hardware. Besides, two monitors and three hard drives (as she had already hooked up a portable one to Bullet) was only a fraction of what she was used to work with. It was like working with an extention of what she had at home.
Makoto rolled his eyes as he reached Tuesday's station with the cup of ramen. The way those two bickered and teased one another could remind anyone of siblings. In fact, Makoto and the Addams sisters had grown up in each other's homes, and the families were so close, they had two sets of parents and four grandparents. It was part of the reason why Tuesday was a bit unnerved (and grossed out to boot) by Makoto's deep and serious crush on her twin sister.
Thankfully, the girls were not identical.
Still, she couldnt' help but tease him... and use him at times. Especially when it came to food.
The boy was about to say something, and Tues was in a fit of giggles as she heard Keiji's sob story when she instantly froze. The soft buzzing sound of a cellphone going off came from the depths of her left pocket and after a bit of groaning, she finally answered.
"Tuesday speaking." She said, quietly adjusting the earpiece that, up until that point, had remained camoflauged with her headband. A voice chattered away at the other end while the pale-skinned girl slapped a hand across her forehead.
"No." More chattering-- eye rolling. "No." pause. "That's a mistake on their part as I already settled the Nakamura accou-- they're what? "
As she spoke, her slender, long fingertips clacked away at the laptop's keyboard and several windows popped open on both monitors. Her large, almond shaped eyes flickered from one screen to the other and at last she placed a finger over the Cafe's monitor. "There, transaction Z345941 -- There is no reason for Mr. Nakamura's ashes to be held by Fujiwata Inc. In fact, I took the payment, in cash and filled out the necessary paperwork for the remains to be sent on over to ... yes. " She paused then, arching a brow.
"Well then, I don't know what that has anything to do with it and if they're contesting autopsy results, photocopy the findings and hand them over to them...No.... they don't need a court order for those, as nothing has been sealed. Either case, their lawyers can argue until they're blue in the face about those results but there is little that can be done. " At whatever the other person said, Tuesday Addams rolled her eyes. She leaned forward and allowed her chin to rest against her fingertips. The girl looked like some oddly dressed CEO for a large company-- there was something about the way she carried herself that it was hard to believe she had just turned seventeen.
"Yes, that is what I say, and unless Fujiwata consumes the ashes and pull a corpse out of his a**, I sincerely doubt he's going to be able to go and poke around Mr. Nakamura's remains and see if he died of heartburn caused by a too much garlic on his pizza... and feel free to quote me on that." With that said, Tuesday broke into a fit of giggles that slowly melted into laughter. At that point it was impossible to tell if the laughter was directed at whatever had been said, the image on her multiple screens or Keiji's wardrobe. Either way, a whole new girl had emerged from the distant, serious person that had walked in.
"Oh, and take a picture of what his face looks like when you tell him that, yes?"
Her eyes shifted on over to her friend and then over to her neighbor, only to fall upon the hobo a moment later. " Why didn't you tell me it got this intriguing after hours, Mako-chan?"
(( There. That edit came out so much better.)
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Posted: Fri Oct 14, 2005 8:42 pm
(and yes, I know its a bit 'self-involved' but I had to work out a few kinks regarding Tues's work ethics.
Yeah..
I'm 'fleshing her out'.. hmm.. -cough.dies-)
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AnqeIicDemise Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon Oct 17, 2005 12:38 pm
The sound of drunken humming quickly filled the empty alleyway. His only companions at the moment were the trash cans and occasional garbage on the ground. Not the first place you'd expect someone to be humming... Especially happily, but Ray was lost in his own world of booze and drugs. To him, the garbage was like a field of flowers. What had been in those drinks, anyway? He caught the wall of the building as he tripped over his own feet and stared at the ground.
Without a thought, he flopped down on the concrete near a black plastic trash bag that had split open and fished around his baggy coat's pockets for the cigarettes and lighter he'd placed there. Ray moved as if he were a zombie, slow and sluggish, with a glazed, empty look in his bloodshot brown eyes. When a cigarette was finally hanging out of his mouth, he fumbled around with the lighter until he successfully had 'created fire'. Only the gods should possess such powers. Hahaha... He thought silently to himself.
The light of the small flame revealed a middle-aged man with dark, shaggy hair who was in serious need of a good shave. He wore a golden stud earring in his right ear, and his clothes were anything but clean or attractive. The stained and torn jeans look like they'd been fished out of a dumpster... Which they probably had. He couldn't remember. His denim jacket and grey t-shirt, while not as dirty as the jeans, smelled of old liquor and stale cigarette smoke. The sneakers he wore were still intact, but looked as if someone's dog had found entertainment in them as a chew toy. Ray had an average build, but he still was far from being an attractive man. Maybe a bath and some fresh clothes? Bah, he didn't care.
With the cigarette lit, he put away his lighter and stared blankly at the wall across from him in the alleyway. In his state, the bricks were dancing and taunting him, just daring him to attack.
"Y'know what..." Ray glared at the wall, the cigarette lazily hanging out of his mouth with the ashes falling where they pleased. He slowly raised his hand and pointed to the opposing stone blocks, "I c-... I could take you out if.... If I wan'ed to... But I dun wanna... Haha..." His arm fell lifelessly back down. Silence again.
Before he even knew what was happening, he found his face over one of the discarded coffee cans in the alley, throwing up probably every bit of what he'd eaten or drunk that day. Lovely. With that done, he tossed the coffee can back down in the direction from which he'd come. Well, at least he didn't feel sick anymore. He was now lying on his back, facing the taunting wall across from him.
"You... You put that shtuff in mah d-... drink, didin ya... Stupid... You're a stupid..." His voice trailed off as the alleyway was soon flooded with the sound of his loud, obnoxious snoring.
((I hope that's okay. D: Sorry it took me so long to post. Midterms suck.... ))
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Posted: Mon Oct 17, 2005 5:23 pm
((because originality doesnt stretch to my name... its Wil again! And a warning! Death although vague since I dont want to go above PG-13 and am not sure were death is in that list))
Wil sighed softly to himself, he was inside one of the governmental buildings staring out the window at the city... "Just a single inch of bulletproof glass... and yet I cant go out there..." He was talking to himself again, a habit formed in solitude but since no one was around except the security camera he didnt really mind, so the label "Mentally Unstable" might appear on the top of his folder in the research department... his mind flashed a few images of the scientists who had worked with him, what did they expect when you look a boy up in a white room with white furniture white jumpsuits, and white lights? They should be lucky he still had vision enough to see colors...
Moving back to his bed he thought about his life trapped in a research facility... He didnt really know much besides he had been here for as long as he could remember, they had done such a good job on his mind he didnt even remember anything of the outside world at all... and he didnt know he was missing these memories either. One of his pale hands stretched towards the white ceiling before grasping at something... he didnt know what and falling back down to his white soft bed. He wondered how many others were here like him... Getting up again he moved this time to a mirror in a separate bathroom to look at himself, light brown hair fell in a short cut that would never impede his vision... As if I need it in this place... Smiling at the irony only he would understand he stepped back to view the rest of him, he stood exactly 5 feet and 11.26 inches tall... by his last daily measurement and statistics. His body was muscular and fit, if he wasnt in his room he was either in tests, in tests unconscious, studying, or training... the scientists had been hinting something of a "Phase 2" to see how they adapt to something or another but he didnt understand a word of it... all he knew was that he was here for a reason and he was soon to find out. He trusted the government to completely to think that they wouldnt tell him the truth or explain about his past, he lived here his whole life thats all that mattered. As he pondered what they were about to announce an intercom ran off in his main room, "Please report to the briefing room immediately..." Wil shrugged and moved swiftly to the door opening it along with the dozens of other boys and girls all in their late teens to early adulthood... he believed he was 18 or 19 they had never specified...
A man they had never seen before greeting them he was flanked by a small group of scientists and a group of five angry looking marines all armed. "Hello 1540 through 1590... My name is unimportant but I work for the government as do you... as of this moment you are now in phase two of your training... In a moment you will step through these doors," he paused to motion at a pair of white doors with another group of guards watching, "and into the world and city of today. Try to fit in the best you ah... can..." He was looking with a raised eyebrow at their white jumpsuits and spoke with one of the scientists who replied, Wil thought he heard something about, "They already... fit in..." "Test... perhaps... steal? Adaptation... extreme..." He shrugged if they wanted him to know they would say it outloud. Putting the thought away from his mind he was surprised when the two scientists came around and installed a small chip into the back of the necks of all numbers present. The scientist caught his glance and nodded, they new each other, "Its so we can track you... you will be recalled eventually and we want to keep you out of trouble during this test phase." Wil again nodded and waited as the man began to speak again.
"Anyways... Good luck to all of you... this should not be a lethal experiment like several of the others so take it as a time to gain more insight and knowledge... this is an extended test no food, shelter, or help will be supplied during it. Dismissed."
With almost a singleminded movement the 50 boys and girls moved out of the exit and into the world, with a nod they each broke off into this strange place of lights and sounds some traveling in groups... others alone. Wil searched around for some of his more trusted companions but saw they were not among them, he was in place with strangers from a different group then he had previously been...
Wondering why he alone had no familiar alliances he moved silently into the city streets attracting more then a few strange glances from passerby's... Not many people wore jumpsuits on the street.
As Wil passed by several shops he processed everything, they said "Clothing" so he went inside to get some and found only strange materials nothing like what he was used to wearing... Shrugging he stept back out and did the same to a fast food restaurant, what was a "Hamburger"? The answer came out of no where, it was a type of meat with other sides, ketchup, mustard, and bread but he didnt know what ketchup or mustard was either... And he hadnt spoken outloud so why had someone replied? It was all very confusing...
((Ah... the entertainment of a sheltered number stepping out into the world... note there are a lot of incomplete things so dont expect to understand everything at the moment... although he could use some help learning about the world before we get realised into Barton and he can really start up his true purpose...)) ninja
Part 2
Wil continued moving quickly well aware of the strange looks he was getting. First off... blend in... now how to do that... By watching someone pay for their clothing he knew he needed some coins and some paper like it... Nodding he had no regards for laws or ideals... exactly how he was supposed to be. He quickly picked off a boy around his size wearing a white t-shirt, black pants, and a gang symbol jacket... Of course Wil didnt know what a gang was to realize he was entering gang territory, he saw he had clothing and probably a bit of money if the symbol meant anything. Smirking for the first time since he had left the building he following him silently into the alleyway cursing in his head when the boy was joined up by two others... three vs one was still odds Wil would take in this circumstance... it would test his abilities against that of the outworld people.
((Deleted due to unsure graphic content in which a boy is killed with a broken neck, another has a slashed throat and the third has a knife wound in his back right below the heart because Wil missed the clean kill due to using a pocket knife instead which he stole of one of the gang members in comparison to his sleek military grade combat knifes ))
He quickly searched through the last boys clothing... it was bloody and unusable but it could have some useful thinks inside of it... some odd powder in bags, he didnt know what drugs were... a few pictures of some prostitute which interested Wil he had never seen a naked female before. Shrugging he tossed them aside, he could ponder that later... ah! Money... Seeing a few numbers he nodded, he thought he understood them enough to buy something... just match the price with the correct numbers and there you have it... addition and subtraction he had learned that within his first year living in the governmental building.
Grabbing the clean clothing from the first boy he quickly dressed in them effectively hiding his jumpsuit behind the boy's shirt and his jacket which luckily didnt have the gang symbol on it... exactly what Wil needed. He didnt want any questioning from authorities for his position... he still thought these boys were important individuals in this strange society. Getting a feel for the boys odd pants he felt around all of the three bodies until he had collected around 200 dollars... he hoped that was good. He also pocketed the hunting knife (After cleaning it) and moved all the bodies over to one side before leaving smiling to himself... This wasnt turning out very challenging if officials were unguarded and unfit for combat...
Stepping out of a fast food restaurant a few minutes later eating a "Hamburger" he smiled, it was pretty good... although not as healthy as his scientists would like but hey... he was still exercising... He glanced down at his hands that had so efficiently killed another man and shrugged, like combat drills but real... He wondered if they sold rifles on the street... it would make collecting money a bit easier. For now he thought he had enough... but in a day or two? He paused by an internet cafe looking inside, he knew only that the internet could be a method of communication if in dire emergency... it was too public to be used for everyday use. A computer ah! He could use one of those... But for what? He didnt need to communicate with everyone just explore and what would 198 dollars and one cent get him?
((Violence removed just to be safe but know he did kill these three boys... he doesnt have any morals or beliefs in a God or anything at all that the scientists thought he wouldnt need... explaining why he had no idea about a naked female with the exception of lethal points across their body that he could kill them with))
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Posted: Tue Oct 18, 2005 7:09 am
((Facinating, Starlord. Can I ask you if he is a cybord-esque creature or something along the lines of the mad man in Cow Boy Bebop? -forgot episode title-))
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Posted: Tue Oct 18, 2005 1:09 pm
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Posted: Tue Oct 18, 2005 2:57 pm
Satisfied with what he accomplished for that evening Seiji was in a bit of a hurry to get back to his place to see about putting together a replica of the "battery" according to the plans he downloaded. Then cross-reference it with the other information he had on maximizing output and minimizing loss to try to improve on the design to make a energy source strong enough to run a whole house of electronics for a lifetime. Well for his lifetime anyways. some of those rich people that lived on eh north side of the city lived way longer with all their medical enhancements and what not.
Seiji pulled out his anti-virus key and dropped it in its proper pocket. He collected his empty ramen cup and half drank tea and dropped them in the recycling bin which promptly made a soft whirring noise and spat out a few coins. Simple system to keep the city clean, and make a little bit of change in the process. He gave a slight nod to the man behind the counter and gave a quick glance in the direction of the intently working Addams girl. Cute, but way to serious. He gave a grin t at this thoughts and proceeded to exit the cafe. He stepped out into the sidewalk and brushed his hair behind his left ear snagging his fingerless gloves on his earring. He fixed the snag quickly and dropped his hand into his jacket pocket.
He looked to his left towards the food shack and noticed a couple of gang members not to far off. They were frequent in this area but never gave Seiji any trouble. even though the symbol that was always visible on his clothing resembled a gang symbol it was in no way any affiliation with anybody but its wearer. Seiji walked past them catching slight mention of techno jargon. Not really worried about the conversation eh continued past the alley. a quick glance revealing Keiji crouched on teh ground picking up a numerous amount of devices. His silhouette against a red light down the alley almost seemed poetic. A weeping Father over his children in the pale red light. A keyboard broken and bloody at his side. Bloody? Must have been serious.
Seiji walked up to him and placed a hand on his shoulder. the white fabric surprisingly of fine quality despite the typical financial status of the hobo .No wonder he threw a fit about the bullet hole. "Any casualties?" Seiji smirked a bit at his own sarcasm. The question was of no ill intent but it was the typical tone and attitude of most of Seiji’s conversations.
looks like i may be repairing instead of inventing tonight
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Posted: Tue Oct 18, 2005 5:11 pm
Girlie Boy Imatation #6 ((Facinating, Starlord. Can I ask you if he is a cybord-esque creature or something along the lines of the mad man in Cow Boy Bebop? -forgot episode title-)) ((I got the idea from a Starcraft Ghost actually... except made him younger without the abilities that you might see more of later on... ninja ))
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