Dynseth

Cybrosa Blues

He had to notice the guy may have not look like much but he got him out pretty fast to be any old hobo on the street. Not to mention he arm was popped back into place like he done this a couple of times.

"God that feels tons better, nice timing on your part." he reached into his vest pocket and pulled out a speed wrench and his pack of smokes as he leaned against the wall of the building. after lighting one for himself, he held the pack out with one slightly out for the guy to grab.

"By the way," Started knives taking a better look at the shabby clothes he wore. "you are a little too street to be on this end. You don't have any window cleaner and rag sooo what, food getting that hard to find near C-block?"

Cybrosa Blues

Knives watch the clouds start to form and welcomed the burn of the rain, least it helped sooth the ache of the fifteen foot drop he suffered. Not long after he laid there there was a weathered face over the edge of the dumpster. My luck must be changing, someone who actually says hi. He thought to himself laying there.

"And a good morning to you too!" he tried to sit up but both arms were out of commission and he needed at least one good arm to fix his bionic one. Alas he just flopped around the bottom of the dumpster like a fish out of water. "Hey could you lest do me the favor of at least sitting me up and maybe helping me pop my arm back into socket?"

Cybrosa Blues

There was usually a lot of odd time on your hands riding this way on the rails. It was not like you could move much leaning on the back of the train and you could not go in without getting busted. At least there was a nice spot Knives found on most of the older models due to them having a small service platform for people to stand and lean when needed for cleaning up on the side of the rails. This one however was one of the nicer ones heading to a near high end market block so he had to keep his claw polarized to keep grip which put strain on the socket. it was not bad when you had something like he was with the cherry cola, though it tasted like it had been in the machine for a while. The flat taste did not bother him, but that heavy metallic taste mixed with the extra preservatives started to taste like battery acid. The final and saving grace to this was it was not THAT far from the MWW building he was roosted up in.

His exit was finally around the corner. Wait was trash day today or tomorrow at market? he had to wonder for his next move would be based on this question Dammit I can't remember, guess I got to chance it. with that he let go midway on the last turn and fell into an empty dumpster in an alley next to a few abandoned buildings off the strip.

"GGGAAAAAAAAAHH IT WAS TODAY! HELL!" He shouted after the thud of his arm making the dumpster ring like a gong. Knives decided he was going to lay there a sec to catch his breath for a moment.

Cybrosa Blues

As he was waiting he remember something, he was ganked up so fast he did not have his rail pass so he would have to pay out of pocket. he sifted through his possessions and found his cred stick, only 120 left which was enough for a soda out of a machine and maybe a quick bite. "Well there is always other ways to get around." he muttered to himself in the crowd, he blended in well enough other then his arm. He may have been dressed oddly but it was the trend among teen and he could pass like he was barely twenty.

The monorail showed right after he spent his last few creds into getting a can of cheery cola. he waited close to the side of it but away from the door. after the doors closed, the train began to move. as the back end came to the dock, Knives held out his mechanical arm to 'Catch' a ride anyway. The train would be in C Block, where he lived, soon enough but he was thinking of going further up town, there was a nice crowded market to get some food, maybe a few loose credits while he was at it.

Cybrosa Blues

the morning had the usual frustration it always had. The lights suddenly turn on full 120 watts directly into his eyes, sadly he could not sleep with his eyes closed due to the night terrors. Funny how the body can adapt to anything over time.

"Dammit I get it! It is six in the God forsaken morning!"

Knives was in a 'Mandatory Work Week' due to his rent. bullshit, more like petty hard time. The food sucked, the room only had a cot and small toilet, and the work was always something stupid. This time around he somehow got to be a test subject to a few products, some new snack energy bar and some new cybernetics since he was 'disabled' as some have to put on paper. The best part was the Q&A at the end of each day.

As he sat up and lit his first cig of the day, the door opened as usual but this time a person was right there on the other side. "Okay... Knives was it?" said the man standing in the threshold. His head was buried in his tablet. "You are free to go."

"Wait." Knives replied as he took a long draw of his cancer stick. "It is only Wednesday, the hell gives man?"

"It seems we have all we need from you sir, your debts have been taken care for the time. Enjoy your day sir." replied corporate stooge of the modern era.

"I Still got to get up at six!?" burst Knives as he stood up to walk out, "Eat me you sadistic imp, I hope your day turns into a red tape disaster, just hours of paper work for you to sift through!"
The man got out of the way as Knives got close. In a way he was rather scary, he was lanky but the street lean, and the metal arm ending in rather sharp looking fingers, he did look like your worse alleyway nightmare brought to life. since he was that close he blew a whole lung-full in the pencil jockey's face.

after a few final sign this and whatnot, he was outside.

"FINALLY!" He shouted and then took in a deep breath, " Ahhh I do miss that city air, not as much fish market today, more like..." He too a second to think "yuck, drain pipe-ish." he started to walk down the street to the monorail, should be one after a while...

Cybrosa Blues

k it has been a bit, let us see if we get any late members with me kicking this off. ^_^

Cybrosa Blues

Age:27
Name:Knives (Kyle Enderson)
Gender:Male
Race:White
Height:6'2"
Weight:250lbs (the arm adds some weight)
Eye Color: left is hazel, right is brown with a dull reddish tone but most do not notice.

Kyle was born on what is called a drifter colony, a bunch of ships attached to a makeshift dock for them to travel between. They at first started as mining operations but once the ore ran out, they were stuck out there drifting. Needless to say it is not a great place to grow up, you never go thirsty with the sweat gathered from the life support systems, but hunger is another thing. Most have to steal but when everyone is broke, not much can go around. To make a long story short as he would put it, "Ever fall asleep and notice a nice smell of food, and then notice you were missing an arm?" he has sadly at the age of 13. after that he made it even more so his goal to get off that heap of a hell he was born in. one year after that he somehow made it off in a makeshift pod and crashed in Lake Galaxy Inc. He never gave the details of how exactly. after living on the rough side of the tracks for a few years, he has done factory and other odd jobs to get by, always looking for an upper hand even if by shady means. two things have come from the traumatic experience. A cybernetic left arm made for strong arming those he needs to, and if he ever allow himself to trust someone, he would have their back to the bitter end.