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 Posted: Sun Aug 05, 2007 1:08 pm
A pleasantly humble looking shop sits next to the lab of the .NET Hackers. In surprising contrast to the lab, this shop looks more like it might belong at a river's side than in the midst of the dirty, busy streets that criss cross the city. The large, multiple windows are all open to the noise of the streets, adding their own bit of noise to the hustle-bustle going on around them. Soft Celtic flute music floats through the windows, accompanied by the sweet scent of cinnamon incense. Flowing, lacy white drapes are pulled back from the windows, permitting the bystander to peek in and see what the shop looks like from the outside.
Simple woodwork stands as the main theme for decor, with the occasional dream catcher here and there on the walls. A small totem pole with a slightly unusual array of animals sits tucked neatly into one corner, while a desk sits in the other. Two large, cushion-y chairs sit near the wall between the desk and pole, looking tantalizingly inviting. Across the impressive cherry stained wood floor sits a long counter, riddled with products and experiments and an old, antique looking cash register. The shop has bare bones decorations, but the orderliness of the desk and counter merely add to the near military strict standards of appearance.
At the counter sits a young man, in his early twenties, with shoulder length dark hair and sparkling blue eyes. He patiently adjusts something on his large computer screen, completely oblivious to the fact he has a watcher from outside. His tan skin glows in the light of the computer screen as he finally glances up from his work. Seeing someone staring in his window, he slowly rises to his feet and moves towards the window. Leaning against the window sill, he sticks his long upper body out the window, smiling a sweet smile and quietly asks, "Would you like to come in and take a look around from the inside, perhaps? If you have a Hacker, I just might have some items or information that interests you."
Calmly turning away from the window with an absent minded gesture in the direction of the door, he returns to his chair at the counter and sits waiting his next customer with an amused smile on his face.
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Posted: Sun Aug 05, 2007 2:50 pm
Coded Hacker Breeding:
Closed
Data Spliced Breeding:
Closed
Missions:
Closed
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