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Post by Alexander "Blaze" Clark on Nov 14, 2014 8:47:57 GMT
Alexander gave a small sigh as he heard Chiaki yell once more at heavens above knows what. He pulled his head away from his pillow to give a sleepy glance towards his closed door. The only light from the room was under the door and the internet modem flashing rather distantly against the dark walls. Giving a slight shove to the bed under himself- he flicked on the light and hissed. “Why does light suck?” the man grimaced- before pushing himself into a sitting position and yawning. A glance to the clock and his notebook reminded him that he was actually going to do something today. That meant venture out of his house for something other than his job and his cousin forcing him to. A small glance to nothing in front of him with his rather blank face showed how enthused he was at the idea. That being said- he crawled out of bed and started to get ready. Alexander was done in a matter of a few minutes- clean hair and toothbrush sticking out of his mouth and all. Turning a brief glance towards the computers he had booted up absently- there was only a few notes worth mentioning and none of them were exactly important. A message from Collin saying they might get some overtime money due to a rather large influx of hacking was a nice touch- and he briefly told the other man ‘alright- keep me posted’. Hacking was being seen as trouble now? Great- he should tell his hacker friend he was meeting. Ruby, as he was so named on the forum was meeting someone else- since it wasn’t exactly unsafe to meet any hacker now in the toybox. Hell, Chaos would probably dancing on his stupid throne. A small red-eyed roll was seen as he put his computer in locked mode and pushed himself out of the chair. Grabbing his jacket he was finally out of his room. Chiaki, to her credit was actually quieter than yelling- as she stood on her tiptoes to clean behind something. He did pass by her and steal her toast however which was met with a squawk and slap from a stupid duster thing. “What the hell are you doing- ? Trying to kill me with dust?” The man huffed at her only to get another swat as he moved to leave the house. While he did actually sneak a piece of toast from the diabetic cousin- he was actually going to a place he enjoyed stuffing his face. American fast food. The stuff was disgusting, would eventually kill him, but had the addicting power of heroin and cocaine. Ridiculous really, but he did love his chicken sandwiches. While he couldn’t deal with burgers- the ‘burger joint’ actually had some pretty crave-able chicken sandwiches! Meeting Desmond- though lax on the last name was going to be an interesting thrill. He hadn’t met too many hackers of his time- so he hoped there was more going on than he could do. Getting there a few minutes before hand was always a good thing as he ordered his meal and planned to eat it before Desmond arrived. Which he did accomplish for the most part- only absently stirring his vanilla milkshake as he waited for the guy to show up. This felt like a weird date almost. Well thankfully he didn’t care- though if he was kept waiting for much longer- he would just leave and go bug Collin. That was always great to do on the weekend.
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Post by Desmond Walsh on Nov 14, 2014 20:18:35 GMT
The blaring siren that happened to be his alarm clock would barely cause the blue haired man to stir. He’d set it just in case he fell asleep, but obviously that had never happened. He’d spent the night on his bed, his laptop placed on one of those pillow-table things as his fingers practically flew over the keys. The money from his last job was dwindling, though thankfully he was several months ahead on the rent since he always paid it when he got enough money to. Now it was really just a question of getting enough money to eat, but he had some crackers and the like, so he wasn’t about to starve. Either way, he had a meeting today. With Ruby. He had actually “known” the other man for a while, but they’d never met given the fact that he had lived in Ireland not very long ago. Strange that they would both end up in this same place. Perhaps if he believed in something as silly as fate he would put more thought into it.
He placed his laptop off to the side, standing up and stretching his arms over his head. His back gave several satisfying cracks before he began to move around his pitifully small apartment. It was a studio, and a very small one. He had no adornments on the wall, and there was no furniture save for his bed and the little kitchenette it had come with. He grabbed a pair of jeans from the floor, pulling them up and buttoning them. They were a little big, but all of his clothes were starting to get big on him. He was starting to think that perhaps he could try his hand at having a “real” job again. There was no real time to think about that currently, though, since he was already running slightly late. His large jacket was pulled on and he made his way back to the bed, holding out his hand and clicking his tongue. His “mouse” seemed to come to life thereafter, scurrying across the bed and jumping into his outstretched palm. It would be placed in his pocket thereafter, and once he had safely hidden his laptop and locked his door, he was on his way.
The walk to the place they’d agreed to meet didn’t take long, but it felt much longer in the cold. His pale cheeks were slightly red by the time he arrived at the restaurant. Heh, maybe he could afford a burger or something. If nothing else, he knew he had at least two dollars in quarters, so a double cheese burger wasn’t out of the question. That was probably the best part about living in America. Food was so easy to get, he was pretty sure he’d never actually starve. His eyes scanned the establishment, finally falling on the dark head of the man he was supposed to meet. He’d never actually met someone from a forum in real life before, but thankfully Desmond had never been a very awkward or shy person.
He walked over to the other easily, plopping down on the other side of the table. “Ruby.” He greeted with a grin. Desmond had never actually used a name that wasn't derived of his own on a forum. Usually he went with Desmond, Des, or Dessy. Very occasionally he would use the name ‘Desu’. “Are ya well?” He questioned, tilting his head slightly. He decided not to treat it like a first meeting, since it really wasn’t.
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Post by Alexander "Blaze" Clark on Dec 20, 2014 18:08:33 GMT
Alexander gave a small one shouldered shrug to loosen up his posture a little. He was pretty sure Desmond wasn’t going to be late but he didn’t exactly want to be outside for too long. He was a hermit- sun did not do his pale skin any good. No vitamins could help him avoid what seemed to be a fear of just fresh air. A persistence of wanting to stay at home as much as possible. While he didn’t have a phobia of people or actually anything pressing, Alexander preferred to be at home. Home was safe, providing there were correct alarms such as carbon monoxide, security, fire alarms, plus a security system, etc. A pause from his mental tirade gave him a moment to realize that he either had too much respect for his safety or a paranoid fear of everything trying to kill him. Looking to the left and squinting at the sidewalk briefly, he tried to think. Was there anything in particular he needed to protect himself against reliably? Well considering the fact that criminals were obviously supposed to be criminals…he had all right to make sure that he was safe. Solidified with that knowledge, he gave a small nod before looking back to his drink as if nothing ever happened. If Alexander had been shocked at the sudden appearance of the walking man- he didn’t show it as the raven haired man gave a small nod in return. Obviously this was Desmond. Alexander thought he would be taller. “Desmond.” He greeted back just as easily, pulling his drink a bit closer to him so the other had plenty of room out of habit. Chiaki’s diabetic stuff normally took up half the table if she didn’t keep it in her purse. “As well as I can be considering it’s the outside.” He joked. “Can’t say today has been practically interesting, so far. Nothing has barreled down the street naked or being chased by the cops- so I think today is going to be quite sedate.” Since he had actually seen one too many streakers in his life time- he was pleased that today was another day he did not see some guy’s birthday suit. “How are you?” It was a decent start he supposed- both of them looked mildly like ‘friends’ so they shouldn’t be out of the ordinary and draw any attention if anything did happen. …No, he was starting to feel paranoid of everything. He should work on that.
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Post by Desmond Walsh on Dec 28, 2014 9:30:49 GMT
As the raven-haired male pulled his drink closer, Desmond moved to place his elbows on the table. Thereafter, his chin would be settled down in his hands, a comfortable smirk playing on his features all the while. Quite like Ruby, the bluette did not enjoy leaving the house. It wasn’t that he was paranoid or anything like that, his apartment simply had all the things he enjoyed readily available. His short hair was blown to and fro by the wind, but it wasn’t as if he’d bothered to give it any particular style anyway.
His smirk evolved into a grin as the joke was given. Good. This wasn’t going to be awkward or anything like that. He was well aware that some people were much more sociable and comfortable on forums than they were in real life, but Ruby seemed perfectly comfortable with this meet up. A very slight wince appeared on his features at the mention of cops, but it was played off easily with a bit of a chuckle. He didn’t like to think about law enforcement officers or anything to do with them, but no one knew that, so he pushed it away easily. No needed to know it, either. Desmond kept his faults and fears as hidden and guarded as he could. He didn’t want to give anyone anything to use against him, after all. “’Fraid to say that if a cop shows up, I’m gonna pretend to not know you.” He joked easily. Well, it was half a joke.
He adjusted in his seat, tucking one of his feet under his butt to get more comfortable. “Oh, I’m very well~” He answered easily. He was kind of hungry and tired, but those things would pass with distraction – they always did. His blue gaze moved up toward the sky for the briefest of moments before returning to Ruby. “Doesn’t look like the sun is burning too hot today, so my skin might be spared.” He snickered a bit and shrugged. His skin was sensitive both due to his heritage and the fact that he rarely ever left the house.
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Post by Alexander "Blaze" Clark on Jan 19, 2015 23:47:42 GMT
Alexander was glad for the jacket he brought with him. While the wind wasn’t cutting- he still preferred being warm than to being cold. It’s why his room was always kept with several fans and heaters to adjust the temperature if need be. At his work, there were never fights with Collin since he seemed to have the same view of the temperature that he had. The only problem was the other office staff that he normally annoyed until they relented. Unlike what Desmond was thinking, Alexander was uncomfortable being outside and talking to another human being. He always had been. He preferred to keep to himself and let himself show online and keep his ‘real life’ and ‘internet persona’ two different things. However in the toybox that was highly ridiculous considering it was only going to get them caught easier since the site wasn’t the firecracker of activity as it once was. “Only pretend not to know me?” The raven questioned innocently. “Why, I was going to say we should have a lover’s spat to throw them off.” Sipping on his drink- he only smiled at the second comment. “Well it’s lucky. Georgia has rather…blinding sun in the summer. I’m sure both of us would rather stay in our rooms in an ice bath than deal with the burning weather here. Last year we had a straight two weeks of what felt like over a hundred outside.” He was still so used to using Fahrenheit- it didn’t occur to him to translate it into Celsius. Plus Desmond had been here how long? It seemed unneeded. A pout framed on Alexander’s lips as he thought about how hot it was. “I almost melted.” The man whined- but it only dissolved into a chuckle afterwards. Another sip of his drink and he hummed. “If you’re looking for a good chicken sandwich, they have some of the best here.”
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Post by Desmond Walsh on Jan 22, 2015 1:37:21 GMT
His blue eyebrows raised slightly as the jibe about them being lovers was given. It was rather hysterical to him, mostly because he’d never had a lover, so he chuckled easily and rolled the eyes that were so similar in color to his chair. “Oh, aye, that might be a better idea. Just make ‘em so uncomfortable that they leave, getting into the gritty details and stuff – start crying.” He smirked as his laughter died down slightly. For someone who had never even seen another person naked, nor ever had an interest in it, Desmond could pull out some raunchy jokes and details if he needed to. He honestly had little idea how any of it worked, but they were things he’d picked up in pubs and the like back in Ireland.
He grimaced a bit when he thought of the summers here. He had only spent one here so far, and that was really enough for him – not that he had a choice anymore anyway. He was fucking stuck here, which meant he would complain endlessly when winter ended and summer began again. His skin honestly couldn’t take it. No matter how much sunblock he put on, if he went outside he was perpetually sunburnt. So while other people were enjoying the beach he was huddled in the shade trying not to die. “The air conditioning in my building went out for…. oh I wanna say about a week last summer? My first summer here, too. I thought I was gonna die. Not to mention my computer got way too hot to play anything.” He shook his head dramatically. That week had been awful, just awful.
“Chicken, eh?” He went on to question, smirking a bit. “I’ll get me one here in a minute.” He said with a little nod. Maybe he would. If he could afford it. Ruby didn’t need to know that, though.
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Post by Alexander "Blaze" Clark on Feb 22, 2015 5:31:19 GMT
“Soap operas would be throwing themselves at our feet to hire us Desmond, you have no idea.” He pretended to be wide-eyed with shock the other didn’t know how good it would be. “We could talk about you sleeping with my brother, and then something about surrogates, something great and a tale that even the crooked out here couldn’t outdo.” His shocked look dissolved into an easy grin. He had seen his fair share of his sister naked when she forgot to close the door- then she acted like right out of a manga and tried to throw something right at his head. And with the menagerie she had around the house it was a death match. “Ugh, yeah. I had to invest in several cooling systems for my computer on the really hot days or for emergencies. Someone suggested me sitting in front of a fan with a bucket of ice in front of it. It does not help nearly as much as they advertise.” The red eyed man only rolled his eyes at the thought of it. “It’s supposed to be torrential rainstorms for the spring though- so we have power outages to look forward too. Good news, I’ve never been without power long though.” At the question, he nodded. “If you want, you can use my card to get some off. I come here enough that they know me by name. I would be ashamed, but it’s all a part of my secret plan to let my heart kill me before the cops get me.” He gave a cheesy little grin before leaning back a little. Alexander was really finding that his previous paranoia about meeting a hacker was lessening. Maybe the other could be a good acquaintance for him. Not a friend- Alexander didn’t really have those – but definitely a good acquaintance to have.
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Post by Desmond Walsh on Mar 22, 2015 0:06:45 GMT
Blue eyes rolled skyward, an easy laugh falling from his lips as Ruby talked about how they could get signed on for a soap opera. Well, he was quite sure that they could. He’d seen bits and pieces of them when his mother watched them, and their plot devices were basically just one cheater and death after another. “Yer brother, eh? I’d hafta get a good look at ‘im first.” He joked back, chuckling some more. He wasn’t even sure if Ruby actually had a brother, but he supposed that was beside the point. He and Ruby didn’t know a lot about each other’s personal lives, and it was likely to stay that way. At least on his end. He kept things to himself as much as he could.
The grin on his face was replaced with a frown as the dark-haired man went on to speak of cooling systems and thunderstorms. Desmond definitely couldn’t afford any sort of cooling system for any of his devices, and having to go without electricity would really just be the icing on top of that cake. His frown was replaced with a smirk and a laugh quickly enough, however. “I’m starting to wonder why in the world I decided to move here, startin’ to seem like more trouble’n it’s worth.” His tone was light and playful, but the statement was more than truthful.
Blue eyebrows raised as Ruby offered to allow him to use his card to get the food. It made him uneasy. He didn’t like spending other people’s money. If he had his own money, he wouldn’t mind, but the fact that he had to rely on someone he barely knew for food money made his stomach twist in an altogether uncomfortable way. However, the rather loud growl it gave thereafter made it impossible for him to lie and say he wasn’t hungry. “Ya sure? I’d hate ta be the person who ate the burger that kept ya from your dream.” He smirked toothily thereafter.
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