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 Posted: Sat Apr 28, 2012 10:45 pm
This is a private RP between Hack (Matt Travis) and Mimic (Violet Amoroso).
Where: Academy
What's happening: Violet's holo-watch is malfunctioning so she goes in search of Fat Kid- er Hack!
*Special note - Violet has been attending 'English Classes ' which is why she can speak a little better than in past rps and understand more.
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Posted: Sat Apr 28, 2012 10:54 pm
It had been quite a while now since she had obtained her holo-watch and came to Sidekick Academy. Perhaps the batteries had just died? Or maybe when she accidentally dropped it in the bathroom sink the water had damaged it? The little alien puckered her lips in defeat. Even though her own home world was fairly tech savvy, Violet of course did not know the technology of Earth all to well though she had figured out or thought she had figured her watch out fairly well.
It was proving her wrong however now, considering it kept changing her disguise and she could no longer freely move outside of the school unless in the obvious disguise of Mimic. Superheros, disguises this was all still fairly new to her but it was pretty..what was that word she had learned..awesome? Yes, awesome. While Violet had to admit her time here was more than grand, there were times she longed for Nova Academy and home, for example the times she had to chase that bald nuisance Reck's. But more often than not she found herself.. completely forgetting about 'home'.
Violets beady black orbs darted around the hall as she was walked along, she hadn't managed to find out an exact location for Fat Kid , er Mr.Hack the man that had given her the watch. However she had found another teacher and had been told to look around places in the Academy with lots of food. As such she was currently in route towards the cafeteria, a tint of greed dusting her cheeks as she idly toyed with the holo-watch in her palm. The girl couldn't help but remember the kiss she had received from the hero at the Christmas ball.
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Posted: Mon Apr 30, 2012 5:20 am
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The school had a fairly large campus that frequently made locating specific people a rather difficult task. Hack however, was not a difficult person to find. If he wasn't in his room, he was probably somewhere with a substantial amount of food.
And so, it wasn't strange that at this very moment, Fat Kid was happily pigging out in an empty-ish school cafeteria. The school's lunch ladies weren't hard to charm, they were usually more than happy to prepare whatever he fancied. He'd be happy with leftovers, but the lunch ladies seem to really like him. At the moment, only one or two stragglers were still around as lunch hour was over.
He was just about to dig into dessert (grape jelly!) when a familiar purple and green girl entered the cafeteria. Well actually, there weren't many purple and green girls in the school, it was a very unique colour combination. What was her name...
"Oh, Freckles!" he yelled, and waved like a windmill in enthusiastic greeting.
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Posted: Thu May 10, 2012 11:21 pm
Entering the cafeteria she held her breath in hopes that Hack would be inside, after all this was a big place and well...Violet while she did need her watch fixed wouldn't be one to oppose putting it off till later if Hack wasn't to easy to find. Peering around at the call of freckles her beady black orbs caught sight of Hack. A smile stretched her lips lazily apart as she watched the man waving his hand around as if he were very excited to see her. Perhaps he was? Violet tinted a soft green around her cheeks in embarrassment before shuffling her feet then starting towards the raven haired hero.
"Hello Fat kid!.." Came a stretched out yell back, Violet assumed this was how the man liked to be greeted since he greeted her this way. Not at all thinking that he just happened to yell to catch her attention. The soft click of her heels sounded as she started towards him, hand lifted in a greeting. Getting to the table he was at, she let her eyes flicker from his face to the dessert he was eating before coming back so they were eye to eye. The soft-spoke girl stared at the man for a moment recalling her current English classes and forming a sentence in her head before speaking again, "Mr. Hack, I need help..fixing me..." Her words cut short when she realized she said that wrong, leaving a pause at a rather awkward moment.
Tapping her chin she tried to say that again in her head, Mr. Hack I need help fixing me - no no no that's not it. The little alien gave a sigh and made a frustrated look towards the man. Not me...but... "my!" My that was it, she chuckled lowly in embarrassment getting the my now but forgetting to finish the entire sentence, now looking at the man expectantly she waited.
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Posted: Thu Sep 06, 2012 5:32 am
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Hack was slightly startled when the alien girl yelled back a greeting that was just as loud, if not louder. He wrinkled his nose at the code name; it was cute, sure, but was it really necessary to keep on calling him "fat"? The ball was over ages ago.
"So, what can I do for you?" he asked as she approached, slicing off a corner of jelly to spear and put in his mouth. Then she spoke, and Hack boggled at her request. Fix... her?
There was an awkward pause while Hack simply sat and watched nervously for some further indication as to what Freckles could possibly want, because he certainly couldn't fix... her, or whatever her problem was. He was a technopath, not an alien doctor. But she was visibly struggling with some... internal problem, and he was concerned. Hack cracked a lopsided smile, hoping that would perhaps encourage her to explain herself CLEARLY...
And was disappointed when she left it at "my!" Her English needed work, that was for sure, but he couldn't fix people!
"Um, it's Violet, right?" he began awkwardly, putting his fork down. "If you need someone to fix... uh, you, you should look for Nurse Drew," he continued with a meaningful look.
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Posted: Fri Sep 07, 2012 8:24 am
Violet was overjoyed when he asked how he could help her showing it by flashing him a large grin. After giving most of her question she waited only a little before realizing her mistake and blushing yet again to turn a deep green around her purple cheeks. Oh bother. The lopsided smile of the hero only embarrassed the little alien further and she started to fidget with the watch in her palm.
"Yes.." Violet nodded softly to the questioning of her name, or the name she went by here at least. "Actually" Yes, actually sounded like a good word, thank you Arthur! "Actually...um" Ok Violet ! The little alien gripped the watch tighter and paused her fidget. How to finish, if she finished then he would understand it wasn't this Nurse Drew she needed but him! Drawing in a deep breath Violet looked up finally to the hero and shook her head firmly, "actually no, Nurse Drew is not the human I need, I need you, Mr.Hack." There and then, Violet's hair swayed lazily above her as if it to was frustrated with her not being able to communicate well.
Thinking now Violet opened her hand and stuck the watch out towards Hack with a weak smile, " you see I need fixed this ? " That was right, right? Violet blinked then caught herself hurrying to add a, "p-please!" A sigh escaped her lips after all was said and she frowned just a bit thinking she would need to ask Arthur for more lessons soon, which while it wasn't a bad thing since she got to see him...well it was in that he would probably think she was stupid.
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Posted: Fri Oct 05, 2012 10:13 pm
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The technopath's grin only widened at the girl's shy blush. Alien or not, there were just some things that remained universal. Hack would preen but there was an image he needed to keep right now.
But then she made the oddest declaration, and he blanched. She... wasn't confessing to him, was she??? Oh geezes what was he supposed to do? A dull flush coloured his own cheeks in a human shade of pink.
Sometimes, you are just too good looking for your own good Hack Travis... now you have to reject her. Don't lead her on, that's not nice.
He blinked uncertainly at her frustration, and began to utter the start of an awkward rejection until she stretched her hand towards him with a weak smile. He shifted backwards instinctively, staring warily at her outstretched hand...
A watch lay in her palm.
Oh.
Hack laughed, a little too loudly in relief.
"You could've just said so right from the start," he chided lightly and took the watch from the girl. "I can fix this in no time."
Scrunching up his eyebrows in concentration, Hack began to "fix" the watch, but it was fairly delicate work and... he was more of a wrecker than a fixer, and the watch was pretty complicated.
"So uh," he said, trying to look casual while he struggled visibly with the finer inner workings of the watch, "Is anyone teaching you English now? You speak pretty good for someone who's only been here a while," he commented lightly with a strained grin.
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Posted: Tue Nov 13, 2012 8:06 am
Noting the fleshy pink that passed over the hero's face she blinked in curiosity. Was Mr.Hack frustrated to? Oh no hopefully he wasn't sick! She had seen a few humans get horribly red when sick with something they called fevers. Perhaps now wasn't the best time to ask him. Violet's train of thinking skipped and she pushed through to present the watch. Fidgeting she watched on in mild relief as Hack seemed to understand the gesture better than her words.
Letting out a breath of soft relief she gently sat herself back down at the table. Beady black eyes started curiously though seemingly blank at Hack when he started to work, silently she watched him unmoving; she was perched on the end of the bench, a little like a purple porcelain doll on a pedestal gazing on in awe from the opposite side of the table. Pleased now her hair seemed to sway above her head in delight, rocking back and forth to the background noise of the cafeteria as if it to was waiting for the hero to finish.
At the so Violet finally blinked after what seemed like ages. Giving a soft and thoughtful hum she looked into the blue eyes of the dark haired man and smiled lazily to the question. Knowing it was likely what was common flattery she giggled still and shifted her legs to cross under the table. Giving a nod of her head the little alien replied in a casual though embarrassed under the praise tone, "yes..actually, ...friends. My friends..television" Violet admitted the last part sheepishly with a glance away from Hack. The television was a wonderful thing here and Violet often than not found herself glued for hours at a time to it just watching all the pictures that danced across the screen.
Placing her hands into her lap she peeked back to the man and smiled a little wider at the attempt for conversation. Mr. Hack was trying to talk to her so, would it be ok to talk back? To ask him a few things? Violet bit the bullet and leaned her elbows up on the table, " Mr. Hack..how do powers?" Her head motioned without thought to the watch as if to give him just a little bit more of a hint as to what she meant.
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Posted: Sun Dec 16, 2012 7:46 am
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Several moments passed by in silence. Hack was vaguely aware of the thistle colored alien girl perched on the bench across him while he worked his thing. It was... very delicate... utmost concentration...
He raised an eyebrow and offered a lopsided grin at Violet at her answer. "Television huh?" he mused. "What kind of shows have you been watching I wonder... nothing offensive I hope, if you know what I mean."
An awkward chuckle escaped his lips the moment the words left his mouth. That was a dumb thing to say, of course she wouldn't know what he meant. It was funny though, thinking about how weird it would be if the aliens started spewing vulgarities without actually knowing what they meant.
"It's nice to know you're settling well though!" he added brightly with another grin at Violet, and then heard a gear snap in the watch. Crud, pay attention to what you're fixing Hack Travis.
The man lapsed into silence again until his companion uttered another oddly phrased question. That he understood, thankfully. He glanced up briefly and smiled. "How do my powers work?" he rephrased kindly. "I don't know actually... it's a little hard to explain."
He frowned as he cajoled another gear into place, and then continued with his monologue. "It's like talking to them I guess? I sort of just... communicate, in their language, and I know things. They have personalities too you know," he enthused. "Like this watch? It's really nitpicky and... doesn't like being... handled."
Hack grunted and right on cue, something clicked and the watched whirred and lit up... before promptly dying again. He made a strange noise in his throat and dove back into working on it.
"So uh, how do your powers work Vi?" he asked casually with a sidelong glance at the ghostly hands floating behind her back. He was curious what they did, but he had to admit they looked somewhat eerie, mimicking her every single move.
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Posted: Mon Apr 01, 2013 3:49 pm
The silence wasn't a problem for her, staring on at the man she busied herself with trying to figure out how he was fixing the watch without actually touching it. Mr.Hack must be amazingly powerful she mused inwardly, smiling like the child she was on the outside. After a few moments had passed her feet began to kick under the table idly, when the question was posed or more or less her head tilted.
Curious green locks swayed as she blinked at the man in curiosity, "offensive?" Of course she didn't know what the man meant but that by no means meant she wouldn't ask now that he had fueled the fire. Offensive television, Violet wondered if she could find such a thing on her own if the hero didn't want to tell her. She had noticed when she inquired humans about somethings they had the habit of telling her that one day she would find out or that it was best if she didn't know, which irritated her greatly.
Smiling back at the bright grin Violet flushed a little but sat up proudly. "Yes, actually...watch helps lots." The watch had been a blessing, in fact it helped her fit in much better with the other kids even since they weren't too distracted with her normal skin tone, or strange hair to get to know her. When the gear snapped in the watch Violet leaned forward with an 'ooh' expression. That hadn't sounded good and then Hack fell silent. Perhaps she shouldn't be distracting him but the little alien couldn't help it. It was nice to talk to other people and he was..kind of talking to her.
When Hack started to explain to her about his powers she sat silent, with an eager expression then frowned as it was a little hard to understand. He talked to the machines? That was fantastic, Violet looked to the watch as he expressed it was nitpick and didn't like to be handled. Should she apologize? Violet opened her mouth softly and shook her head looking at the watch she tried, "sorry! Sorry handled..just needs." Violet was torn she didn't want to upset the watch but she really did need its disguise power.
Violets hair drooped as if it too was saddened, glancing back to Hack she sighed softly. The large grey hands behind her back flickered for a moment before starting to wave to the man. Her own hands were both waving widely at Hack in demonstration, "extra hands." Her tone was soft and she glanced to Hack's hands, knowing she shouldn't disturb him to show the rest she adds, "Ava says control hands be can dangerous.."
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Posted: Sat Oct 05, 2013 3:08 am
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Hack chuckled when the alien apologized, not to him, but the watch. Perhaps he should be more clear about these things when he was around otherworldly beings such as Violet. Maybe they didn't get the idea of giving inanimate objects personalities and temperaments. But then their reactions always amused him greatly, and it was... fun, sometimes.
"You don't have to apologize to it," he said lightly. "It's a just a thing, doesn't even have feelings."
As if on cue right then, a gear inside snapped. Hack tried to hide his dismay. Was Vi right to apologize to it???
"Extra hands."
The technopath glanced up momentarily. It was quite eerie, those extra hands, no matter how he looked at it. The fact that it belonged to a cute little alien girl didn't help alleviate that image one bit.
"Ava says control hands be can dangerous.."
What an odd thing to say, Hack thought. And who was Ava? The name sounded vaguely familiar.
"It's not dangerous if you know how to control them," he said with a quirk of his lips. "What do you -- wait, you control hands? How??"
It was rude to stare but Hack was fascinated.
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