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 Posted: Sun Jul 02, 2006 7:44 pm
Very far from the hustle and bloodshed of the main city areas, there is an old abandoned industrial zone with massive lot and a strange building of which, the purpose and origin of this building is unknown. Striking awe upon most and fear to some, this building was claimed by a man that wanted only two things, machines and a place to call home for once in his life. His name was Ruin Nessus Fabrik also known as "Gearbox". Ruin was brought to tears when he saw the building as a strange feeling told him that he had found a home at last. He called it... The Rusted Chrome ProjeKt. ((the link is a picture of the building)) At the RCP Ruin lives quietly, hoping for someone to come to him as an apprentice in his trade of engineering machines. Machines of war most likely.
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Posted: Sun Jul 02, 2006 7:55 pm
Ruin was quietly sleeping inside of the building on a spring matress he had placed on the floor, half fallen off with the brass sunlight shining through a UV-stained yellow window. He has been waiting for a while for some guys to help him out with his engineering.
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Posted: Wed Jul 19, 2006 5:03 pm
Spider looked up at the building, and whistled softly in awe. Her slim, pale shape was dwarfed by the enormous old factory. She knocked on the door, and coughed hard from the smog in the air. Her head hurt. She tried to ignore it.
She needed a job, but she hadn't had much work in months. A few hacking gigs, and some rather insulting work doing a garden, of all the drekking things. And she'd kill for some money. She only had enough money for rent and food. Mostly cheap food. She was so sick of ramen noodles and nutrisoy! And nutrisoy? There surely weren't any nutrients; she felt sicker than ever. She tried to not even think about how the doc at the free clinic had told her that she was more or less fate-meat if she didn't fix her cyberware. Her body would reject it, and then it'd just be nasty. She'd have a raging fever, end up coughing up blood, the works. Turning out a bakebrain wasn't even the worst case scenario. So she needed work.
"Hey, is anyone in here? I heard you were hiring or something!" she yelled. Another cough. There really ain't no justice. I have to work like a dog here, in the smog, so I don't end up a splat job?
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Posted: Thu Jul 20, 2006 10:19 am
Ruin was up and slighly groggy after getting up from his bed in the middle of the main room.
"I'm over here. Yeah I need some help, I hope you have some experience with machines. I'll hire you as an apprentice, but don't get the wrong idea, I pay well as long as you work well." said Ruin as he got a can of root beer out of the pewter colored mini-frige that sat next to the old feather matress on the floor. He walked over to the woman looking down at her (he unknowingly slept in his boots)
"Did I get taller?..." Ruin looked at his feet "oh..right..."
He wiped the glaze from his eyes and seemed to shock right awake.
"It gets pretty lonely in here being such a huge place, but it's cosy. There's an empty room on the third floor, If you take the job...That'll be your dorm, I'll have a bed, fridge and a computer up there by tomorrow. Anything else you've gotta get yourself. Oh, one last thing...The foods in the kitchen" Ruin pointed to the Kitchen doors.
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Posted: Thu Jul 20, 2006 11:18 am
Spider took a while to absorb all this. She'd heard Gearbox was starting some sort of mechanic shop out of this building, and that he was hiring, but she didn't expect he'd give her some sort of job and a dorm before she could even introduce herself and even though she came hacking her lungs out to his doorstep looking like nobody who could even carry a monkey wrench in one hand and a hammer in the other. She could, of course, but that was only in part because she looked worse than she was. She was mostly just determined.
"Ah. Thank you. That'll be great. I've got plenty of experience with machines. My name's Spider, by the way. You're... Gearbox, right? And what sort of work do you actually do? Making things, repairing things, or what? And what sort of machines do you work with?"
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Posted: Thu Jul 20, 2006 9:16 pm
" Yeah, that's what they call me now" He lifted up his metal left arm to scratch his head.
"Nice to meet you spider, I repair cybernectics and engineer vehicles for traveling hackers. Sorry about the air, it hasn't rained for awhile so it'll get like that. It's supposed to rain tomorrow so don't worry about it."
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Posted: Fri Jul 21, 2006 11:33 am
Her eyes, cat-green, widen at his mention of the air. She hopes he didn't notice her coughing.
"This factory's awesome. I used to wonder what it'd be like, living in a place like this. When I was little, you could see some big old abandoned oil refinery or something like that from the roof of my apartment building. It was pipes and chambers and stuff, like a giant had taken a scrapyard and tied everything into some sort of crazy knot. And some decades ago they built some big wood-and-fiberglass thing next to it. The whole thing was covered in graffiti. Really old graffiti, too. That Andre the Giant stuff, MS-13, Crips, pictures of black dudes wearing necklaces with dollar signs..." She chuckles. "Really retro. Fossil stuff. I think they used to have parties out there sometimes. Well, these Ghetto Renaissance people moved into the place, and then they got to selling drugs there. Meat puppets standing around the oil refinery, pole dancing! So the police chased them out one day and ended up tearing it all down." She sighs. "It really was maybe even nicer than this place."
"Well, anyway, you got any work to do right now? I'd be happy to get right down to work, but after that I think I ought to go organize stuff with my old apartment. It's halfway across town, and I can't say I like it better than a place here at all, you couldn't swing a cat in my apartment and there aren't any windows. But I need to rent it out and get my stuff packed up, you know?"
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Posted: Fri Jul 21, 2006 12:47 pm
"oh, there's windows."
Gearbox walked over to the wall and hit a button.
KLUH-DUU-J!
The sound of automatic shutters slammed open going upwards. It looked like a zipper of windows suddenly showing.
((Look carefully at the picture and you'll see windows going from the floor up))
When your ready, I'll be downstairs. There's an operator van waitin' for us. The stairwell is over there in the corner or you can take the elevator"
He pointed to the wall near th stairs. There stood an bronze-goldish colored cagelike elevator. Gearbox took a tin box from his pocket, opened it and took out a cigarette-size metal pipe with a clay bit at the end. He tapped it on the box a couple of times and a small torch pipe came out. He put the metal end up to the torch until it was red, then he smoked it as if it were a cigar.
"It's called a Spythe, In case you were wondering. Everyone asks me about it, so I figure you don't know what it is either."
He smirked and started to laugh.
"Sorry...I probably sound crazy already."
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Posted: Fri Jul 21, 2006 1:19 pm
She wonders whether to ask, and decides that she had to. "An operator van to where? Nice windows, by the way."
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Posted: Fri Jul 21, 2006 1:38 pm
"Hahaha! no, no, see a customer brought it in to fix it last night, and It's due in a day"
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Posted: Fri Jul 21, 2006 4:42 pm
She turns beet-red. "Oh... of course. I suppose I just wasn't thinking along those lines. I guess in my mind, broken things don't wait, they're just there. Ah. Um. So... let's go fix it, then."
Well... that was embarrassing. I look like I'm not any sort of mechanic. Like vehicles are just there to go. But I'm just... being a bakebrain. I am being a bakebrain, aren't I? Damn...
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Posted: Fri Jul 21, 2006 6:12 pm
Noticing her blush, Gearbox saw a sudden glimpse of someone he'd known before and suddenly turned away.
I know I've seen that face somewhere before, That expression...damn...
His heart raced at the thought of his lost memories returning to him. He winced and walked to the elevator.
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Posted: Sat Jul 22, 2006 12:39 pm
Spider follows Gearbox to the elevator, wondering if she's paranoid for thinking he can tell she may be turning into a bakebrain, and whether paranoia is the first sign of being a mental splatjob. And after all, it's just an urban legend that you can't tell if you're going insane. A lot of crazy people are driven more insane by realizing they're insane. But he looks pained. Probably cringing in sympathy for her idiocy. She steps into the elevator, taking in the unusual look of the thing.
"This elevator looks like something out of an old movie..." she says, wide-eyed. If I'm staying here and turn psychotic on him, I'd never be able to live with myself. What a burden. A bakebrain employee... You're not turning psychotic, idiot! Stuffit!
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Posted: Sat Jul 22, 2006 5:55 pm
Gearbox smiled
"I know that's why I like it. I could have got it stylized but I like this better."
His smile instantly faded into a pokerface.
"You're familiar, Did...Did I know you as a child?"
Flashback!
"ruin?" said a little girls voice behind him. He stood in the center of a garden maze. He turned and saw a young girl with short bobbed hair and a long grey shirt.
"heehee, follow me!" said the little girl
"Wait! Who are you?" His voice was his but from along time ago...as a kid.
end flashback...
"No! come back!"
Gearbox screamed and grabbed on to the bars. He silently wept, not showing his face as the elevator went down for what felt like to him at least an hour although it was just a couple of minutes and they were already half way down to the basement.
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Posted: Sun Jul 23, 2006 9:59 am
Spider stares, not sure what to do. "What do you mean... and who were you talking to? I'm... right here. I... well, I think maybe I might have known you..." In this town, only drunks ever care so much about strangers, but she asks anyway, "What's wrong... Ruin?"
He's upset about something worse than his new employee being possibly psycho, that's for sure. But where did I hear him called Ruin?
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