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 Posted: Wed May 21, 2014 7:42 pm
The island was just a brave new world for Cee and her first day had been spent making new friends, exploring the grounds to at least an extent where she could find all the buildings, and having a ******** blast on Twitter. She'd yet to recieve a duty assignment but was becoming almost impatient with having something to do. Her girls weren't here to entertain her. In fact there was unending amusement of the idea of all those bitches weeping at her funeral (which daddy would make sure was a big ******** deal). They'd probably talk about how she was taken too soon and how much of a beautiful soul she was. Every one of them hated her. Wanted to be her, and by proxy, were her best friends. So she reveled in the fresh feelings of freedom. She'd found the most comfortable sofa in all of the various common rooms (the most beaten up one on the first floor) and plopped to sink into the world of her cell phone. She'd been probing the Deus nets to learn what she could on her own... and every few minutes she'd grin to herself as she clicked over to Twitter. She was a vision in booty shorts emblazoned in shining gold 'JUICY'. She'd showered and primped and was rockin a hair bump that could host it's own reality show. Even in a tee and shorts she was made up and scented like it was club night. Concetta lay on her belly, clacking away with her fingers, smiling silently and kicking her feet idly. A silver ankle bracelet slid back and forth on ther thin ankle above the shiniest sneakers known to man. Because she was feeling ritzy.
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Posted: Wed May 21, 2014 9:43 pm
The shoes were an abomination. This was thought number one, and it temporarily overrode his ability to think anything else, until it was displaced by: everything else, very good.Taym, irritable, still feeling wounded and indignant after the exchange with America, was on his way to go angrily deposit money into the vending machines for a can of something he'd half-drink before he decided he hated it, and that had made him angry too because it only made him think of seeing her there asleep on the sofas when the basement flooded out. Any other time, he would have looked his fill and silently moved on. But something to fill an idle five minutes would be more than welcome, and the stranger on the sofa reminded him strongly of girls he'd run with in high school. He spied, as he crossed the room to stand by a window, the general look of what was on her screen. "Any interesting theatrics I'm missing out on?"
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Posted: Wed May 21, 2014 9:55 pm
Cee's eyes had drifted up idly when someone walked through the room but it was merely a shallow reaction, not absorbing anything but the white coated bodies moving past. When this one approached and spoke she jolted, nothing drastic, just a girly tremor accompanied by a giggle. "Oh hey!" the realization was instant, "Mr Skinny!" She poked the screen. "This ******** William Reid is a trip. And I am digging the crashing and burning of this goddam Jan." She said it like the woman's name, not 'yahn'. "Or Lawrence or whoever he ******** he is. But all the girls seem cool as hell." She popped up, bouncing to sit on her butt, feet kicking singularly and crossing. She was rather petite but the short shorts made her smooth legs seem long. Her natural posture seemed to just make everything pop. "I'm Cee." A dark eye winked at him.
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Posted: Wed May 21, 2014 10:04 pm
Mr. Skinny. He wished for an instant that he hadn't recently shaved his head, that he hadn't shaved at all, really; America claimed the beard was an improvement--and then, contrarian, he decided he'd go ahead and shave again that same night. He looked like a terminally ill cancer patient, so the title was apt, and his general appearance of being on death's door was now enhanced with a vicious scar slicing freshly across his ropey neck, just above the edges of the scarf. He opened the can of soda and eyed her over the top of it before he answered briskly and at length, feeding into what he assumed would be the expected love of gossip: "William Reid is Rep. He's a sociopath and a danger, but he'll sell you recreational s**t if you don't mind an exorbitant island mark-up, and he has two... minders that keep him mostly out of trouble, lately. Jan is yahn is Lawrence, and you are right to call him 'goddamn' Jan, and right to celebrate his crashing and burning. The girls are... girls." He said this patiently, as though girls were the same everywhere, and perhaps he thought this true. "You already know my name, then, but a lot of people call me Taym," he said, and it sounded like tame but he didn't clarify. "Everyone here's got a ******** alias," he added pleasantly, with a wolfish, predatory sort of grin full of very yellow and very even teeth. "How long have you been up?" And then, explanatory: "Out of the pod, I mean."
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Posted: Thu May 22, 2014 5:39 am
"Yeah they confiscated my s**t. Prime bud, percs and val'yum." Cee pouted, ankles crossing and swinging just a moment. She then turned and shimmied, wiggling over the sofa with a casual carelessness. There was no thought to how much of any of herself she was showing. Her sneakered feet pulled up and she made room. Her manicured hand patted the new expanse she'd revealed (not that he needed much space). "Siddown, oh master of the infos." Cee grinned through perfectly red lips (why did she almost purr the word master in that way?). "I need to know all this. Like if I got no money and this Rep guy is a psycho..." she scrolled idly on her phone (with that easy and amazing way women with long nails still managed to work electronics), "who seems like hes prob a bit of a jew wit'is s**t," the term was slung as if it weren't a slur at all, but an actual term, "how I can bribe him. I mean I kin live and s**t.. but i'm on a ******** tropical island! I wanna have some fun!" Cee then gasped dramatically, her eyes bugging with excitement. She leaned to touch him, resting her hand splayed and gentle, on his arm, "Ohmygahd I would love ta get some LSD and just trip the ******** out. HA! In that crazy dungeon basement?! Scary as ********." And her cluelessness to the realities of Deus didn't seem to affect her mood at all. She'd do what she wanted. She'd push the limit. Because she wanted to and she could.Concetta shifted again, as if she were never totally still if someone else was there, and sat indian style. Her hands drifted over her own legs because she'd shaved them after god knows how long in the pod. Freshly shaven legs were totally irresistable! "Taym.. a'right. Ya know, I would ask but like.. who ******** cares. Some cartoon haired guy named Bix woke me up." She laughed in retrospect. "I socked him cause he tried to scare me dressin like'a ghost."
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Posted: Thu May 22, 2014 9:27 pm
Taym immediately acquired two new short-term desires. The first, the achievable one, was to ask Bix ASAP how that had gone and get his version of it. The second was perhaps not entirely decent for a PG-13 rated website, and it was, in any case, immediately dismissed with grim resignation as completely impossible. America had bad taste in men. Cee, he thought, probably just had bad taste. The dismissal of the second thought was helped along by the fact that when she'd touched him he'd gone still and stiff, just barely, but a definite sudden cessation of the slinky tomcat bonelessness with which he'd assumed a seat. He seized the excuse of leaning to put his can down on the floor and reaching into his pockets for his cigarettes to gain a couple of precious inches of personal space. "I would not," he said around a cigarette as he lit it (apparently deciding to smoke indoors whether it was frowned on or not), "suggest LSD. Not here, anyway," he clarified. "Especially not if you got stuck in the basement for which, by the way, I am sorry, because it's a hellhole down there." Normally he'd have blunted that comment by observing that the company was largely tolerable, but today? No.
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Posted: Thu May 22, 2014 9:47 pm
If Cee had noticed his slight tensing, she didn't show it. Such a thing was more of an amusement for her, a boundary to be pressed, but probably one she'd press regardless. All she did was pout like he'd ruined her tea party but the expression was fleeting as Taym mentioned the basement. "HA! You mean home sweet home?" Her hair was flipped and there seemed to be a tiny mustache tattooed on the inside of her index finger. "A throw rug an'a coupla posters..." Her eyes darted with coy amusement, "a flame thrower to the whole joint.... yeah it'd make a nice walk in shoe closet." Then suddenly she visibly jolted as unknown to him, her weapon spoke. A gravelled rumble. -- Weakened. --"Oh my ******** gahd." Her hand pressed against her chest as her chest heaved in exaggerated surprise, the free one gripping Taym's knee with her sudden leap. Just as quickly as she squeezed, she released him. Cee had a surprisingly claw like grip. "Sorry oh my gahd. My old lady don't talk that much so it's like ******** buggin me out when she does." -- We should free him from misery. --A pause. -- He wouldn't even feel it. Humane. --Her eyes drifted to the wound on his neck, and not one to veil her intentions she pointed, "S'like pretty nasty. She noticed."
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Posted: Thu May 22, 2014 9:54 pm
The tension of being touched was mitigated by the tension of fear before Cee clarified, and then it was swept up first in sympathy and then in irritation. He took a ragged, agitated drag. "It's not much," he pointed out, "compared to a lot of the s**t you see walking around here. Hazards of the job. You'll learn soon enough," he added, and where ordinarily he'd have said this flippantly for the purpose of coming off cool, he said it flippantly now for the purpose of coming off cool and for the purpose of making her realize what a commonplace thing a grievous injury was around here. He might be a sucker for trashy girls (with tanning bed tans, with trendy tattoos, both of which suggested a pleasant lack of consideration for the future, both a lure and a point of leverage) but he was also hugely irritated by the general lack of professionalism and apparently naive youth around him all the time. The one was warring with the other. "And you get used to the--the s**t in your head. Mine didn't talk much either, at first. Still doesn't."
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Posted: Fri May 23, 2014 5:29 am
Cee's eyes darted to the side and she leaned forward as if she were imparting a secret. "The weapon thing is cool'n all but.." she licked her ruby lips, "Ionno if I like it." She didn't want to share how Snap seemed to have imprisoned her in her own body. Even without true privacy, it was like being policed all the time, like a ball and chain in the center of her being. "Like I was readin on the," she waggled the phone to indicate internet, "s**t.. that they don't even really need us. We could ******** croak and if they're aight can just like ********, go back to sleep and pick som'n else later." The newb handbook on weapons, probably written by Caelius or one of his lackies to reinforce the uselessness of trainees. Of course she didn't know who he was yet, even though she was in his division. Her dark eyes still kept drifting to the wound on Taym's neck. Unlike most flighty girls of her type, there was nothing of disgust in the glance. She was interested. When her eyes pulled across it she seemed to be picking it apart in her mind. What could have done it? How was it done? With what she knew of shields from the online resources, what state had he been in? "Sorry.." She actually put on a blush, caught staring again. "It's fresh'as s**t. I ain't worried bout the hazards of tha job. I'm tougher than I look." Cee winked devilishly (maybe she was but the confidence was born of ignorance), "Just tryin ta feel things out." Claw like fingers waggled for effect.
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Posted: Fri May 23, 2014 7:24 am
He refrained from rolling his eyes and was almost successful, politely turning his head away out of habit before he exhaled even though he assumed she wouldn't exactly care if he didn't. "Stare all you want," he said drily. "You'll stop noticing in a few days that the guy next to you's missing half a face, or whatever. I'll try and be flattered that I'm a ********' novelty, being as I am unaccustomed to the experience, which makes it a novelty for me too." He jerked a nod at her phone. "What'd they give you to read over?" And then, ignoring the whispering echo of Fiona's hurt: "I don't always like it either and I know exactly where you're ******** come from. But it's in their best interests that we don't die."
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Posted: Fri May 23, 2014 8:18 am
"Well maybe I will." Cee actually grinned at his surly attitude and bobbled her head emphatically at him. "Everythin's a novelty sweetheart. Plus like.. I think I been in my pod like a couple years. And I'm finding out people I dreamed about are ******** real." Her voiced had raised in disbelief. "What'sat about?!" Glancing back at her phone, she scrolled and clicked and typed again at rocket speed. "Oh they didn't give me nothin really. I just started pokin on the nets and seeing what I could scrounge up. I ******** know how to use the internet. All you gotta do is know where to look fer stuff. But I think my like clearance is low or whatever. I'm just gettin basic s**t." She pursed her lips sweetly, batted her eyes and clenched her hands together in front of her which simultaneously squeezed her chest between her arms and made it a momentary point of focus. "You got any juicy info?"
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Posted: Fri May 23, 2014 9:20 am
He ignored the enhanced view, and not with the strenuous intention of someone who was forcing himself to do it. He simply ignored it like being granted such a display was the most natural thing in the world for him, something he could pick up at his own leisure, and grinned another wolfish grin around his cigarette. <******** pet project of mine, I guess, but I'm the most woefully ill-equipped person in the world to make it work. You're welcome to take a look at the mockery of a ******** thing I've got set up hoping someone will magically come around and shake it into shape." He procured his own phone--it had seen better days--and his fingers trembled faintly but he navigated the screen with nearly as much ease and speed as she did: younger than he looked, maybe, or just particularly attached to his gadget, or possibly both. Her phone, then, would alert her to a message from Twitter, and a link to Taym's woefully ill-equipped pet project. Specifically, the "Welcome to Deus" page. "You might already have that," he said, and then, grimly, self-deprecating, skeptical of the quality of his own contributions to the system: "but I doubt it. Flow of information around here isn't as easy as it ought to be, and there's a definite 'fend for yourself' ******** mindset which between you and me I think is bullshit. Some of it's lack of clearance, yeah--some of it's lack of infrastructure, lack of access." There was an undercurrent in his voice, a certain manic glint in his eye, despite the boneless slouch he was maintaining, despite the thin, quiet voice that didn't raise at all. This was clearly a topic on which Taym had strong feelings. "What division are you, anyway? Couple years is a long ******** time to be out," he added.
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Posted: Sun May 25, 2014 11:22 am
"Oh!" Cee watched her phone ping and clicked through deftly. "S'at yours? Sweet! I ain't no computer nerd or nothing. I'm just good wit cellphones and stuff. You ain't gonna be nobody back home if you can't stay in touch." Which was code for the life of the social butterfly in today's society. She wen a bit quiet when he started to rant, smiling slightly as she absorbed it. It told her a lot about him as well as Deus itself. Being so new, she liked to hear the different opinions and so far she hadn't gotten a lot of ringing endorsements in general. "Death..?" Her head tilted. "Wit a division lead who'll eat my heart I'm told?"
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Posted: Sun May 25, 2014 7:37 pm
He hesitated, and then he put his phone down, put his cigarette in his lips so that he could pull down the collar of his coat, pull down the edge of his scarf, and push aside with his fingers the double layers of his shirt because apparently the Island heat meant nothing to him. On his shoulder, in the alarmingly deep hollow under his clavicle and corresponding with the frowning face patch stitched over his coat, there was a small and unassuming scar: a deep, twisted little pit that looked like nothing next to his neck. "Gunshot," he said. "Courtesy of Caelius Innis, your Division lead, for having the gall to suggest that maybe what he was doing was a bad idea. Shot me in front of a room full of people to make an example out of me, after severing me from my weapon and breaking my arm, then made me lie there while he took reports. So you know what the weapons do, and what being separated from them does. Shooting me right then was like shooting a random guy in the street. I damn near bled out on the floor of his meeting room, for even beginning to publicly question his authority. Do not," he said firmly, "<******** with Caelius. Do what he tells you to do, keep your head down, and if you can get away with it, don't get noticed at all." He let go, the scar hidden away again. "Aside from being a murderous psychopath, you'll find he also delights in depriving you of pleasure in small ways, so I'm sure you already know that your Division is grounded, and we can't leave the Island unless it's on business."
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Posted: Tue May 27, 2014 7:36 am
Her eyes drank it in, encouraging the baring of skin. It wasn't a look just for Taym, she was like that with everyone. While still pondering the neck scar she was drawn to this new one which was very plainly explained to her. She'd seen gunshot wounds before and for the most part they looked the same. Guys back home loved to brag about their exploits, criminal or otherwise, and she was always an appreciative audience. His warnings were definitely appreciated, but like most things they fell upon someone who had no frame of reference. Cee liked knowing what to expect but without actually seeing this 'Caelius' or meeting him, she would continue to only view him with a casual avoidance. It was something born from lack of experience and a bit too much self confidence. "We? So yer in Death too?" She grinned. "So how bout you share some information wit me. Nothing deep and dark," she winked tapped another thing into her phone, and her dark eyes rejoined his, "just like maybe help me outta bit." Cee hopped to her feet, her sneakers were wedges but she was still a petite little thing. Her phone, with lack of pockets, was pushed inside of her shirt nuzzled into her clevage. She beckoned with a finger. "I'mma action girl. I know there's gotta be s**t to scavenge around here." The woman leaned in to whisper. "Show me all the deep dark places I can steal s**t from cuz my room needs a makeover." Warnings of division leads and internal political strife were useless on a newbie.
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