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Name: Spriggin
Age: 17
Year: Recently Deceased
Death by: Electrocution
Weapon: Cables/Anything Electronic
Gender: Male? o_O Female....
Sexuality: Boobs
Originated from: Purgatory/ Birmingham, England
D.O.D: April 7th 2005
Enrolled: November 4th, 2005
Powers: 'Ghost'/Short Circut
Souls Reaped: 0

This is the Journal for Amirynth and Spriggin, please do not post unless you have permission.




Kako: -gives a gold star to one of our #1 RPers-

It had been a long night. Joshua picked up a half eaten bar of chocolate and gnawed on it, letting the sweet taist crumble on his teeth. A swig of pepsi later and he was ready to finish the rest of his report. How he wished for a bit of a diversion, something that would engage his mind a little more than the history of Rome. Closing down his on going tetris game he added a few window to his computer screens and continued his search on some obscure information that he could add into his essay.
Hitting a button in fustration and boardom, the screens turned black, no longer illuminating the dark room, plunging the piles of trash into darkness. He leaned back onto his chair and streached, tounge still savoring the bitter after taist of the dark chocolate as he decided on what to do. A single beap from one of his speakers alerted him and he jabbed the screen, washing his pale face with flourescent light.
A single window had popped up, alerting him that someone wished to make contact. Hitting a few keys, he opened a few programs which traced the IP adress to a secure location. This was not just an idle chat. Opening up another window he used a bot to invite the other entity to a closed off region before scrambling and hiding his own IP, accepting the invitation sent to him by the bot. A few 'other' people were in the room but all were actually voices he had created to prduce background chatting. Ignoting the few hello's he singled out the name and probed with his own welcome.

Spriggin: You wished to speak with me?
Nightcry: I am here to ask you for your services.
Spriggin: What kind of services would they be? I am not a cyber, though i have heard it can make good money.
Nightcry: I am in need of someone who hunt down a file. I am told you are one who is the best in your field.
Spriggin: And who, prey tell, are those who say I am what you are looking for?
Nightcry: I am told that the one who seeks shall be found at the location specified. I came here and found you.

A smile creaped over Joshua's face. Now this was the excitement he was craving. The ambigus statement was his key, this one had been sent through the channels so was safe, at least for the job in question.

Spriggin: Ok you have my attention. What may I do for you?
Nightcry: There is a certain folder that I need extracted from a high-security facility. Within it contains various files, schematics, pass codes, that kind of thing. I am willing to pay you extremely well for your services, as I'm sure it would be difficult.
Spriggin: What system are we talking about here? Most high-security facilities have internal networks that prevent an outside intruder from entering.
Nightcry: This facility is unimportant. As getting in, I have the first piece of the puzzle here with me today. With it, you will be able to gain access via satellite and get into their system through space, essentially.

Leaning back in his chair, Joshua thought about this. It could work, but he would need to access the satellite first. This woman had this piece apparently and was willing to hand it over for the grand prize. Granted, with this tool in his possession, it would be payment enough. He could get in undetected, he was sure of it. He leaned back towards the keyboard and began typeing.

Spriggin: You seem to know your way around computers. Why are you seeking my help? I don't want to know what company, who it belongs to, etc. None of that information is important to me. What I want to know is how you came into possession of such a powerful tool.
Nightcry: I am a secretary for the company I quote unquote work for. However, I have been hired from an outside source to gain access to the materials that they have requested. In short, I was offered a large sum of money, enough for me to retire on, if I could get the things they wanted. This satellite clearance wasn't that hard to get, but getting through the various traps is too hard for me. That is where you come in.
Spriggin: How much money are we talking here?
Nightcry: For you? Five million wired to a bank account of your choosing when I receive the files.
Spriggin: Five million?
Joshua was impressed
Spriggin: That is a lot. And you are still having enough to retire on? I must admit, that sounds very lucrative.
Nightcry: Believe me, It is.

Resisting the urge to laugh at the corniness of her last statement, he instead decided to take this seriously. After all, five million would set him up for a long while.

Spriggin: Okay, I can get you what you need. But I am going to need two things in return.
Nightcry: And that is?
Spriggin: One is that handy tool that you claim to have. The second is a million up front.
Nightcry: Up front? What for?
Spriggin: I need to buy some equipment for this. I have most of what I need, but I need to be purchasing some extra equipment for this. Also, it serves as a little insurance for my mind.
Nightcry: I see. Well, that can be arranged. As for the tool, I can have that delivered to you instantly. As soon as we are done with this meeting, the key is yours. Anything else?
Spriggin: Yes. Afterwards, I keep the key. It might not serve any purpose, but I want it for... sentimental value.
Nightcry: Deal. When will you be done?
Spriggin: Give me a week. It will take that long to gather everything I need. Afterwards, we can meet back here, exchange the information for the money and go our separate ways

Joshua's fingers flew over the keyboard, noticing that something in the back of his head was warning him of this. He chose to ignore it.

Nightcry: Okay then

A screen came up in front of Joshua asking if he would accept the transfer of one million dollars. He accepted and the screen disappeared. This were looking definatly interesting about this, he could not wait to begin.

Spriggin: When I am done, we will meet back here. I will send you a mail.
Nightcry: Of course. I will see you in one week.
*Nightcry signed off*

Joshua pulled back his chair and looked at the ceiling. This was definatly intreguing and he had not had so much excitement in a while. His fingers were itching to begin. But first, he had to gather a few things.

A day and a half passed before Joshua even touched his computer again. Instead, he packed up most of the equipment he had, preparing it for storage in his storage facility downstairs. Cables were coiled, hardware wrapped and stuffed tightly into boxes, and his all-important folders backed up onto a portable disk and mailed to one of his closest friends. The package was non-descript, though it came with a short hand-written letter stating to store it in a safe place until Joshua came to collect it. He hadn't bothered to call his friend ahead of time as he felt it best to stay off of the net for some reason. Whosever system he had hacked into, they wouldn't be happy and would be looking for anything on the remaining computer traces that they couldn't get to in time.
As the hours passed, he realized that it was indeed time to make contact with Nightcry once again. It would be a quick and painless procedure. He would hand off the master copy of the folder and in return be paid the other four million of his five. Smiling to himself, he thought that maybe he could purchase a new car with that money. Or perhaps, he could travel the world as he had always wanted to.
Loggin into the secure areas at the same location as before he waited for the signal that would tell him the contact was logged in. A few minutes passed before Nightcry entered the room.

Nightcry: I take it you were sucessful?
Spriggin: It wasn't exactly an easy process, though it did seem to go both smoother and faster that I had anticipated. This folder with the information contained within for the other four million dollars. That was the deal, correct?
Nightcry: You just get down to business, don't you?
Nightcry: Yes, that was the deal. The money will be transferred electronically to the account that you had specified last time.
Spriggin: Fair enough, Here is your half.

Joshua types up a bit of codeing that downloaded the folders onto her computer from a scrambled location.

Nightcry: Anxious to hand it off, are you? Did you even bother to take a look inside the folder?
Spriggin: I was tempted, but whatever is in there is obviously worth more than ten million dollars.
Nightcry: Ten million?
Spriggin: Well, I would highly doubt you would give me more than fifty percent of your earnings on this. My guess is that it is actually worth somewhere in the neighborhood of twenty to thirty million. Though, that is just a guess.
Nightcry: You are very good, you know that?
Spriggin: Not to sound conceited, but yes, I am. If you will excuse me, I would like to logout. It has been a pleasure, Nightcry. If you have another computer job that you would need assistance with, look me up.
Nightcry: Before you go...
Nightcry: I'm sorry.
Spriggin: Sorry?

Joshua was confused. Suddenly there was a loud pounding on his front door to clear up his confusion. Eyes wide, he disconnected from the net immediately, pulling out cords as he went. Tearing off his headset, he went to the front door and looked through the eyehole. Standing on the other side of the door was half a dozen men police with a gentleman in a nicely pressed black suit.
"Joshua Mc Kinley," an officer shouted. "This is the police, open your door immediately!"
Bolting from the door, he went to his microwave and opened it up as he ran past. Grabbing every portable drive and disk that he could carry, he through them in and turned it on to some random number in minutes, sparks starting to arc off of them as soon as it started up. Fingers flying to his keyboard, he hit a few keys simultaneously causing a large 'Purging System' message in red letters to flash on the screen. His computer erasing itself, he grabbed his laptop and wallet, throwing them in a backpack just as there was more pounding on his door.
Splinters flew as the door was broken apart, police pouring through it into his apartment. Running for his balcony door, he grabbed the railing and flung himself over. Sailing in the air, he fell from the second floor to the grass below, the sound of angry officers shouting and radioing for support. Joshua ran across the lawn to the street, his legs on fire from fall and the sudden sprint.
Down the sidewalk he ran with the sound of heavy footsteps all but far behind him. The stretch of street was long and he was in no physical shape to be running this. Despite his narrow body type, he was not used to doing nearly any kind of physical exercise. Lungs burning, he ran like there was no tomorrow... and then he ran some more.
He turned down another street and from there into an alley. Hoping a fence, he sprinted to turn the corner onto the next street, praying that he would somehow lose his pursuers. Adrenaline coursing through his veins, his body gave more energy than Joshua thought he had within him. He was amazed by the speed and distance he was running. Or, at least he would have if a police car not come from the street and hit him. His body was thrown with the impact and his vision blacked out as it came in contact with the pavement.

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