[center][h3] [color=silver]| Andreas Mikolai Danilov |[/color] [/h3][/center]
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[center][code]09/09 - 0530h - Home[/code][/center]
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Andreas twisted his key in the front door, opening it slowly careful not to make too much noise - he didn't want to wake anyone up after all. A gentle sobbing resounded from the living room, he let out a heavy sigh as he closed the door, the crying ceased, followed up by a number of sniffles. His mother was obviously trying to get herself under control. It wasn't like he hadn't seen her cry before, it didn't mean he liked it though. As he passed by the stairway, Andreas shot a glare up into the hallway, intended for his dad - no doubt sleeping off a hangover. [color=silver]"What's wrong?"[/color] He asked, entering the room, dropping his rucksack by the door and closing the distance. His mother, Kaatje was sat on the couch in front of the television, her face was running - she wasn't hiding anything.

[color=silver]"Oh-"[/color] She started up, feigning shock, [color=silver]"Andreas, I didn't hear you come in."[/color] She uttered, meekly - lies.

[color=silver]"Mum."[/color] It was evident from his tone of voice that he didn't want to be treated like a baby, his parents didn't know it but he was making his own money, saving up for a college education and a quality of life; something neither of his parents really ever had. Andreas truly appreciated his parents, even his dad it wasn't like the man didn't try but he let the bottle consume him. [color=silver]"What's wrong?"[/color] He repeated, more stern sounding than before. Kaatje looked up at her son from the couch and struggled the hold back the crying again, she brought a cupped hand to her mouth, a cry escaping her throat as she shook her head, unable to muster the words and handed Andreas the letter she'd been holding with an iron grip in her hand. The paper was blotted with tears and he was sure there was a smear of mascara along the bottom of the paper too. "What's this?" He asked. Andreas knew the answer, he didn't even know why he'd asked the question. It was that big scary word right on the header that gave it away - foreclosure.

[color=silver]"Look!"[/color] His mother raised her voice, Andreas took a step back before she resolved to holding her head in her hands again, speaking in native tongue; a lot of effing and blinding.

[color=silver]"This is bullsh-"[/color]

[color=silver]"They know about my cut in pay, and your father's welfare cut."[/color] Andreas frowned when his mother brought it up, she was a hard worker and his dad despite his own faults tried to be a hard worker. That is, if someone would give him the opportunity. [color=silver]"They're going to take the house."[/color] As Kaatje finished the sentence she found herself able to hold back waterworks this time in front of Andreas. "Where have you been?" She voiced, her own tone now changing more brash, more normal.

[color=silver]"Where's dad?"[/color] Andreas interrupted her.

[color=silver]"Asleep, bu-"[/color] She was cut off as Andreas flew out of the room, returning a moment later with his hands in his hoodie pockets. He said nothing, knelt in front of her as she still sat on the couch, staring blankly at the wording of the letter from the bank. From his pocket he pulled a small roll of cash, [color=silver]"Andreas... What is this...?"[/color] Kaatje asked, her voice soft but soon becoming ferocious, [color=silver]"Did you steal this!? Where did you get this money!? I-"[/color]

[color=silver]"No!"[/color] He stopped her - lies. [color=silver]"I've been saving up; for college."[/color] Andreas began, shrugging, pushing the money into his mother's hands, [color=silver]"Just it'll help, right?"[/color] They say a mother always knows when her son is lying, but circumstances called for her not to question Andreas, not this time. She nodded.

[color=silver]"Yes."[/color]

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[center][code]0630h - Bus Journey[/code][/center]

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Eight-thousand US Dollars, it had taken years to save up that kind of money, and now it was all gone in an instant. He'd had a deposit for a good school in a couple of years after his final exams. He had the money to get himself a car, freedom; instead of being stuck on the bus like he was now. [color=silver]"Fuck."[/color] He uttered from behind his hood, getting the disapproving attention of an elderly couple who sat in front of him. Andreas hated this, he hated their position, he hated how unfair everything seemed, he hated the hospital, the welfare and he especially hated the bank.

The bus ride to school was mostly comprised of scheming. Andreas needed to make that money back and he didn't have years, he'd have to make it quicker. Then, he remembered something. Whipping out his phone he set up a VPN and a few other precautionary measures before entering a forum he'd visited in the past. A hacker group, some of those here had taught him a lot, they had an access heriarchy of which Andreas had been granted low-level access, he sent a quick message to someone he'd known before, a user by the name of 'Lulzor'.

[code]Rabb-it says:
Are you safe?[/code]

Andreas stared, waiting for an answer, nothing - it was probably still way too early, he didn't even know this person's timezone. He sighed, slipping the phone back into his pocket as the bus pulled up at his stop.

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[center][code]0715h - Class[/code][/center]

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Andreas took his seat next to Roxy Mitchell, he didn't know her too well in fact Andreas didn't know [b]most[/b] people too well. His main circle was online and even then other than tags and avatars - he began to think whether he really knew anybody. The thought didn't dwell long, he was stuck on the morning's event, it was obvious he was sour about something. The guy was good at hiding his emotions and feigning others, eight thousand dollars was apparently the price of his poker face.

He smiled back faintly at Maria, he almost hadn't caught it and just scowled - his head really wasn't straight this morning. He raised his hand slightly, gesturing a wave, fingers slightly splayed before his attention drifted to the window, or more importantly what was outside. All that was on his mind now was money and getting back to his laptop. At least it was Friday.

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