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 Posted: Mon Feb 22, 2016 1:58 pm
QuanTech A Chinese research and development company named QuanTech whose primary source of business is robotics. Those who knew of QuanTech know that they are responsible for many innovations in the field of robotics and technology such as bio printers for regenerative medicine and a remote glucose monitor. A small section of the research and development team funded by a shady group were secretly working on a project they named "Ghost". The purpose of Ghost was to take robotics to a new level that no one has ever seen or done before. The kind of advance that many geeks dream of and authors of science fiction have written countless times: a functioning cyborg. If they are successful at this, there are no limits to the possibilities that their creation can do: stronger soldiers for war, more precise surgeons for emergency rooms in hospitals, law enforcement, helpers of common tasks in everyday life and so on. After much research and test simulations, they were confident in creating their first cyborg. However, they needed a human test subject but they cannot reveal their project to the higher ups since they were not aware of their project and if there project ever went public, the company could be shutdown since the funding came from a group notorious for their illegitimate businesses. That can't happen, not until their project becomes a success so they had to resort to kidnapping a young girl to become their test subject. In the end, their project was a success. Unfortunately the company's building mysteriously caught on fire and all those who were involved in this secret project died. Since then, QuanTech never reopened and hardly anyone remembers their existence... New York City Amalia Valentine posted an ad online about a room available for rent since her last roommate had to move out. About a week later, someone contacted her about their interest in the room. She decided that she would meet this person at a café to ask some questions and see if this person will be a good and reliable roommate. She waited at the café for this person and she was about to leave because they were thirty minutes but just as she was getting out of her seat, she arrived. Yep, the person of interest is a young woman and in her eyes, a very attractive one. She was wearing a police uniform and flashing a pleasant smile towards her as she apologized for being late. Needless to say, the meeting went fantastic and the next day she moved in to the apartment. She wanted to get to know her better and asked her if she wanted to get lunch at some point, to which she agreed. Since having lunch, the two of them became close to the point that this particular roommate got confident in asking her out as her girlfriend. On the night that she was going to ask her out, she discovered something that turned her whole world upside down: her roommate is a cyborg. The cyborg doesn't know that she found out and still continues on as if everything were normal, but what she does next is left to be told.
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Posted: Mon Feb 22, 2016 2:00 pm
►▁ ▂ ▄ ▅ ▆ ▇ █ᏟᎽᏁᏆhᎥᎪ "Ꮯ.Ꮯ." ᏟᎾᎾᏢᎬᏒ█ ▇ ▆ ▅ ▄ ▂ ▁◄
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►ι αм: Peaceful◄
►ωнαт αм ι ∂σιηg: Getting ready for a new day◄
►ωнєяє αм ι: Apartment (w/roommate)◄
►ωнαт αм ι ωєαяιηg: Gray dress shirt and pants◄
╚══════════════╝  Recharge complete. Scanning...all systems nominal and online. Every time Cynthia wakes up, the internal process of her body recharging and activating occurs before her eyes opened. Through her eyes, everything seemed red at first as she was scanning her room. The redness disappeared after a few seconds and now she can see the world in color like the average human. A smile formed on her face as she got out of bed and stretched her limbs before she got out of her room and went to the bathroom for a quick shower. For a girl with long hair, she didn't take long to bathe and doll herself up just enough to look amazing. After her shower she dried herself with a towel, styled her hair quickly and went back to her room to get dressed. Fortunately her roommate is a girl so she doesn't have to worry about exposing herself. From her closet she picked out a gray dress shirt and matching pants and put them on before leaving her room again and going to the kitchen to make breakfast for roommate Amalia and herself. "I hope nothing too awful happens today...I want to be able to have lunch with Amalia today."
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Posted: Mon Feb 22, 2016 8:22 pm
 Amalia Valentine Amalia herself had, unsurprisingly, fallen asleep at her desk, slumped over it and her case files spread out on top. In her hand was the bottle of scotch she had been drinking, the bottle itself only about a fourth full at this point. Poor Amalia was devoted to her work, which meant many nights pouring over her findings with little but a drink in her hand to keep her company. Her new roommate didn't seem to mind the drinking so much, though she'd once warned her about drinking too much on the job. Not sure if she cared, or simply didn't want to find a new roommate herself. Light sounds of snoring came from her, as she tried even in her sleep not to drool on her papers and otherwise make a mess of everything.
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Posted: Mon Feb 22, 2016 8:36 pm
►▁ ▂ ▄ ▅ ▆ ▇ █ᏟᎽᏁᏆhᎥᎪ "Ꮯ.Ꮯ." ᏟᎾᎾᏢᎬᏒ█ ▇ ▆ ▅ ▄ ▂ ▁◄
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►ι αм: Peaceful◄
►ωнαт αм ι ∂σιηg: Getting ready for a new day◄
►ωнєяє αм ι: Apartment (w/roommate)◄
►ωнαт αм ι ωєαяιηg: Gray dress shirt and pants◄
╚══════════════╝ Its sad to see Amalia asleep at her desk from what was most likely another sleepless night of looking over cases that she is working on or will be working on when she gets the time, but its not as Cynthia isn't used to it. Not only does she work within the justice system herself as a cop, she has been living in the apartment long enough to know Amalia's typical schedule, which mostly revolves around drinking liquor and looking at case files. She isn't the girl's mother so she didn't want to tell he what to do, but also doesn't want to ignore someone who is putting her life in danger through excessive drinking so she has discussed with her to reduce the amount she drinks as a start by convincing her that it has been affecting her work. It seems to have worked a little bit but it still hasn't gotten her to actually sleep comfortably on her own bed often. Fortunately she has coffee brewing that will help the girl deal with the nasty hangover that is to come and a healthy breakfast consisting of eggs with diced tomatoes and peppers along with toast and butter. Once everything was ready, she brought a plate of food and a mug of coffee over to sleeping Amalia before tapping her lightly on the shoulder hoping she would wake up. "Wakey wakey Amalia. I made breakfast."[OOC: Totally should have discussed that with you before the first post. sad Um, lets say that this is post discovery]
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Posted: Mon Feb 22, 2016 8:51 pm
Amalia ValentineThe girl inhaled sharply, almost dropping the bottle in her hand. With a groan she sat herself up, rubbing her eyes with her free hand. Her head hurt, of course, with that unmistakable pain of a hangover, lacing across her skull as she set the bottle of scotch down. When she heard Cynthia's voice, she turned her head to the side and, ah, coffee. The taste was bitter and painful, but she picked it up and drank a bit, feeling it help just a bit with that headache. Almost let her forget that her roommate now serving her eggs could remove her arm. Little information that hadn't been put into her request to stay with her.
So of course once she would get a smaller case load, she was going to do a bit of investigating on her roommate. She was kind and sweet, but she did need to know why her arm was more or less an accessory. "Thank you Cynthia, I got caught up working on this girl's case." A petty mother having disapproved of her daughter's love interest had paid Amalia to find the daughter when she ran off after emptying an account her mother had given access to. She wanted to side with the girl more, but she needed the money to help pull her weight here.
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Posted: Tue Feb 23, 2016 7:15 am
►▁ ▂ ▄ ▅ ▆ ▇ █ᏟᎽᏁᏆhᎥᎪ "Ꮯ.Ꮯ." ᏟᎾᎾᏢᎬᏒ█ ▇ ▆ ▅ ▄ ▂ ▁◄
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►ι αм: Peaceful◄
►ωнαт αм ι ∂σιηg: Getting ready for a new day◄
►ωнєяє αм ι: Apartment (w/roommate)◄
►ωнαт αм ι ωєαяιηg: Gray dress shirt and pants◄
╚══════════════╝ Amalia is hard at work as always whenever it comes to her cases. Cynthia admires her for her dedication but it worries her at the same time because it causes her to drink. Still, she didn't dare tell her that the money she spent in alcohol is a major contributor as to why she is struggling for money. After all, she usually gets her cases done no matter what. For a few seconds she left Amalia alone to get herself her own plate of breakfast, but instead of coffee she drank some kind of red juice with no label on it. Its a concoction that makes when Amalia is asleep and she has told her that it is vegetable juice. When she returned with her plate of food and juice, she looked over the case file that she was looking at. The case file coincided with the missing person reported at the station so patrol officers are on the lookout for the same girl they're looking for. "A lover's quarrel...as I expected. Its the same girl that we're out looking for. My unit isn't particularly assigned to this case but we're keeping our eyes out for her. If I happen to spot her, I'll try my best to call you so you can get the reward. Um...so are we having lunch today? I really like that café you invited me to but we can go somewhere else if you want. New York City is a big place and I'm still getting used to everything there is to offer here."
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Posted: Tue Feb 23, 2016 7:56 am
Amalia ValentineAmalia sighed and shook her head. "No no, if you find the girl just do your job. If I can't find one teenage girl in an entire city full of them, I really shouldn't be a P.I." She offered a small, kind smile, before she dug into her food. This was really her biggest case at the moment, this missing girl. Most of the others were easy enough, 'is my wife cheating', 'is my husband cheating', the usual fare for a P.I. these days. Most of the cases she found nothing, one night out watching was enough to clear things up. And in most of these cases, the answer was that both were cheating. Twice the payday. Made her life easy, if dull and boring.
She looked up when Cynthia asked about lunch, jarring her back to reality. Oh, right. Roommates were friends and stuff, and they did things together. She'd almost forgotten, since her last roommate mostly slept and worked. Well, I have 'such' a busy schedule, stake out on one of the appartments in an hour or two, check in with two different hotels for the girl, at least a few hours driving time. Buuuut... I think I can squeeze in some time for lunch with you. If you don't mind a probably tired and annoyed Amalia."
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Posted: Tue Feb 23, 2016 8:20 am
►▁ ▂ ▄ ▅ ▆ ▇ █ᏟᎽᏁᏆhᎥᎪ "Ꮯ.Ꮯ." ᏟᎾᎾᏢᎬᏒ█ ▇ ▆ ▅ ▄ ▂ ▁◄
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►ι αм: Peaceful◄
►ωнαт αм ι ∂σιηg: Getting ready for a new day◄
►ωнєяє αм ι: Apartment (w/roommate)◄
►ωнαт αм ι ωєαяιηg: Gray dress shirt and pants◄
╚══════════════╝ Cynthia moved to a chair close by and began eating her plate of breakfast, although there was not much on her plate to eat in comparison to the serving she gave to Amalia. There was actually more juice in her cup than breakfast on her plate. She was given the "okay" to bring the girl back to her mother should she find her on the street rather than call Amalia so she can have the reward money. Still she might call her anyways and have her bring her back to her mother anyways to help her out. She would still do her job while helping out her roommate. Hearing her say that she might be able to squeeze in time for lunch so long as she doesn't mind a most likely tired and annoyed Amalia amused Cynthia to the point of brief moment of cute laughter before she replied, "The times we spent so far eating out have been fun so far so I doubt this time will any different. You treated with kindness so far and you're fun to talk to. Its been making the move out here a little bit easier. Besides, my experience with dealing with exhaustion and annoyance always seems to work out with food and good company if sleep isn't an option."
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Posted: Tue Feb 23, 2016 8:38 am
Amalia ValentineAmalia smiled and nodded, sitting herself up tall and wiping her face. "Sounds good then. Think you could shoot me a text on my cell when you're going to be there?" She offered a small smile as she moved to put the dishes away, washing them off herself. It was the least she could do for her friend, even though she was starting to question her purpose there. After all, the whole... not human angle was obvious to her now. But if Cynthia knew, well, that would be something rather horrid to think about. After all, she didn't know if Cynthia was even really a good person anymore, for all she knew this cop job was a ruse. She'd never seen her at the station when she would go down to discuss her findings on different cases with the chief. And she went down weekly.
Of course she was also extremely oblivious, and quite susceptible to just missing things not pertinent to the job. AT least at the station, she was alert as ever on the job outside. She'd actually caught evidence of a few hardened criminals because she noticed something small and otherwise out of place. And as a non police officer, when she sent this in as potential evidence ti didn't matter if it was past their original search. Beauty of being a P.I.
She paused a moment and leaned against a wall, smiling at Cynthia. "You always have lovely hair." She observed, making small talk.
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Posted: Tue Feb 23, 2016 11:06 am
►▁ ▂ ▄ ▅ ▆ ▇ █ᏟᎽᏁᏆhᎥᎪ "Ꮯ.Ꮯ." ᏟᎾᎾᏢᎬᏒ█ ▇ ▆ ▅ ▄ ▂ ▁◄
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►ι αм: Peaceful◄
►ωнαт αм ι ∂σιηg: Getting ready for a new day◄
►ωнєяє αм ι: Apartment (w/roommate)◄
►ωнαт αм ι ωєαяιηg: Gray dress shirt and pants◄
╚══════════════╝ Yay! Cynthia can't wait for lunch time! Amalia is a delight to be with even if at times she sounds annoyed and tired. She knows its not her but her job that makes her act like that. If they go to the café, she always wanted to try a certain puff pastry dessert but that depends if Amalia has time to stay for dessert. After finishing her breakfast and juice, she joined her roommate to the kitchen to wash her plate and cup until they were sparkly clean and put them side on a towel for them to dry off. A pink blush formed on her face when Amalia commented on her hair, which made her rub her right cheek with her right index finger then twirl around a strand of her hair before she said, "T-Thank you. I try my best to maintain even though its really long. I'm glad you like it...um, so we'll be going to the café today for lunch or did you want to go somewhere else?"
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Posted: Tue Feb 23, 2016 4:23 pm
Amalia ValentineAmalia smiled a little bit at the blush on her roommate's face. She was extremely... adorable when she was flustered. She giggled at her little stutter before putting her dishes away and turning to face her. "Well, that cafe is the only place besides mc'donalds that I can afford, at least that I would absolutely have time for. So unless you're craving a big mac, I think the cafe would be absolutely perfect." She smiled and patted her friend's shoulder, before passing her to go to get herself dressed.
OF course she took longer, when it came to her hair. Her outfit was extremely easy and comfortable to get into, but her hair was always a problem. She took a good five minutes or so to get through without tearing the brush apart or her hair, but the blue strands eventually straightened, falling just right around her. She was far less good looking, she thought, than Cynthia, but she still thought she didn't look bad.
When she came back into the main room, she still smelled like alcohol but she at least looked better. "Oh now though, where are you off to? New York's finest in need of a day off? Perhaps off to a shooting range?" She teased, making jokes of course about how every officer can't stop practicing with their weapons. She herself had her own gun in her desk, locked, waiting for her roommate to give her the key. She always gave it to the girl for safe keeping, partly due to her often loosing the gun drawer key if she kept it herself.
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Posted: Tue Feb 23, 2016 7:48 pm
►▁ ▂ ▄ ▅ ▆ ▇ █ᏟᎽᏁᏆhᎥᎪ "Ꮯ.Ꮯ." ᏟᎾᎾᏢᎬᏒ█ ▇ ▆ ▅ ▄ ▂ ▁◄
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►ι αм: Peaceful◄
►ωнαт αм ι ∂σιηg: Getting ready for a new day◄
►ωнєяє αм ι: Apartment (w/roommate)◄
►ωнαт αм ι ωєαяιηg: Gray dress shirt and pants◄
╚══════════════╝ McDonalds? Big Mac? Cynthia has no idea what a McDonalds or a Big Mac is, but according to Amalia it seems like a cheap place to get food. Maybe she should try it but she really wants that puff pastry dessert from the café today so maybe she will go to this McDonalds tomorrow with her. Her friend left her to go get ready for her own day, which is something that Cynthia needed to do as well. Today is an important day for her because she is going to get assigned to a case undercover for a major crime boss. If everything goes well, she will have the evidence she needs to bring the man to justice. Its all so exciting and terrifying at the same time but she needs to finish getting ready so she left the kitchen went back to her room to finish getting dressed, which all she needed was a pair of black heels and a grey coat to finish off her outfit. From her room she took with her cellphone, purse and car keys and went back to the main room where she met up with Amalia once more. She giggled when she mentioned her going off to the shooting range before she said, "No I still have to go into work today but the chief told me to dress up today for something important. Its classified stuff that I can't talk to you about for the moment but I'll tell you all about once I'm granted permission. So...see you at lunch?"
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Posted: Tue Feb 23, 2016 9:18 pm
Amalia ValentineAmalia giggled and shook her head. Classified was, classified. "If you're going to do something classified, I'd best not be told. It could be risky after all. And I'd hate to get you, or me, or anyone for that matter killed just because I was curious." She smiled and went over to her desk, putting several of the files away, save the few she needed for work today. These she put in a folder suitcase, and set by her desk. She went back to Cynthia and gave her a friendly hug, lifting the keys to her gun drawer off her and retrieving her weapon.
"Hope you don't mind, never know what will happen." She gave the keys back and put the weapon, an M1911, and put the weapon in her concealed holster. She had customized the weapon somewhat, to accommodate herself and her limitations better, not to mention given it a very sleek appearance. She hardly ever fired a shot, people were afraid of professionals after all. "Yeah, see you at lunch. So long as someone doesn't end up dead." She smiled at the bit of dark humour, and grabbed her keys on her way out.
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Posted: Tue Feb 23, 2016 9:47 pm
►▁ ▂ ▄ ▅ ▆ ▇ █ᏟᎽᏁᏆhᎥᎪ "Ꮯ.Ꮯ." ᏟᎾᎾᏢᎬᏒ█ ▇ ▆ ▅ ▄ ▂ ▁◄
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►ι αм: Peaceful◄
►ωнαт αм ι ∂σιηg: Getting ready for a new day◄
►ωнєяє αм ι: Apartment (w/roommate)◄
►ωнαт αм ι ωєαяιηg: Gray dress shirt and pants◄
╚══════════════╝ Thank goodness Amalia was understanding when Cynthia told her that she is going to get involved in something that is classified. For someone who is a private investigator, she does respect her whenever she enters private affairs when it comes to her job at the station. It is as her friend said, "I'd hate to get you, or me, or anyone for that matter killed just because I was curious". One friendly hug later and Cynthia felt the key to the gun drawer being lifted off her person. Seeing her take the gun out of the drawer after unlocking made her worry but she figured it was okay for work purposes, especially since what she is dealing with is a missing person who probably didn't intend on going missing. The last thing she said didn't immediately register to her as dark humor, although after some internal processing within her CPU informed her that the proper reaction was to smile and laugh a bit before leaving the apartment and locking the door behind her before following Amalia downstairs until they left the complex. Her patrol car was waiting at the front of the complex. Before she got into the car, she said to Amalia, "Bye! Good luck on your case and I will see you for lunch!"
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Posted: Wed Feb 24, 2016 5:14 pm
Amalia ValentineAmalia waved off behind herself as she reached her own car. Unlike the obvious patrol cruiser, hers was an entirely unremarkable little compact car. You couldn't even pick it out of the parked cars all around it. Useful for a P.I. Speaking of being a P.I...
The absolute majority of her morning was spent doing literally nothing. Sitting in her car, looking in a few windows with a pair of binoculars, trying to see if either the girl she was on the lookout for or her *actual* case here, a cheating husband, managed to show up. After an hour or two there, she ended up just driving off, heading to the hotels she had mentioned. The first had no recollection of the girl showing up, or the male given her description of him. The second seemed to have, but couldn't show her the registry about their customers. It was frustrating as hell. She had no idea what time it was anymore.
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