IzurichI was typing something and then I accidentally pressed the X. :,) time 4 me 2 die.
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STATUS: All of me needs to be moisturized. Water parks are great fun, but goddamn. 7 yrs ago
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All of me needs to be moisturized. Water parks are great fun, but goddamn.
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8 yrs ago
It's like 97F here, but I gotta push through PT days for my mains - shout out to them recruiters.
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8 yrs ago
Still sore from PT Y E E T
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8 yrs ago
It's gonna be like 83°F tomorrow. I WAS ENJOYING THE COLD WEATHER. WHY R U DOING THIS?
8 yrs ago
oh boi oh boi, i hate tuna spread but ill eat it anyways
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“Those who dream by day are cognizant of many things which escape those who dream only by night.”
“Those who dream by day are cognizant of many things which escape those who dream only by night.”
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@Arthanus She's currently working on her CS. I'm unsure of when she will post it, but I believe it'll be soon.
No, it wasn't like him to offer help, but he'd do anything to get to the bottom of the killings. Arturo was tired. Tired of people constantly bringing it up, tired of how so many people lived in fear because of someone who thought that it was okay to play God. The Hacker typed, replying to the e-mail the exact moment he got it; through it, he could feel how distressed the person was. Sure, helping people wasn't exactly his forte, but it was worth a shot, maybe playing the good guy cyber vigilante would help him figure out his life. It was time for change, positive change that could affect Arturo later in life.
When he pressed send, he spun in his chair, waking himself up from his fatigue. Hours upon hours in front of a computer had nearly drained the life from him, his back and arms sore from being hunched over; his head aching from being too close to his monitor. Arturo reached for his mask, covering his webcam as he pulled the mask off to rub his eyes. "Chingada Madre," the man spoke, standing from his chair to get ready for his side job at YOSOY. He just had to choose one of the most social jobs out there.
He'd gotten ready: tied his long hair and wore the uniform that he was given. Arturo looked at his reflection, not used to seeing himself with out the mask. And soon enough, he was on his way to work. Yes, getting to YOSOY was easy seeing that Berlin wasn't exactly the most cluttered of places, but it was frustrating due to the fact that many of the themed bars were run by stereotypes. Once he stepped through the doors of the restaurant, he was bombarded by the smell of Latin foods and the sound of lively music. Canción Del Mariachi played as he set down his backpack into his locker, being greeted by his co-workers. "Ai, Che-Che! Hola, mi amigo!" Giovanni reached up to pat the younger man's head, watching as Arturo looked at him with a plain expression. "Hola, Gio," Arturo replied to the much shorter and older man who greeted him with a friendly face.
Working at YOSOY provided a cover for him as well as a steady income to pay for his bills. Hacking wasn't doing much for him, so why wouldn't he get a real world job? During his shift, Arturo was questioned by women, flirted with, etc. The usual shift that he had to endure until it was one in the morning; having to hold his tongue in order to keep their guests happy.
It was now 21.00, the time of his break. Remembering what he had sent, Arturo rushed to the back, putting his mask on and waiting in the corner of the main area.
(lmao. It sux, but like its because THE HEATER IS ON AND IT'S LIKE 90+ DEGREES AND I WILL DIE.)
When he pressed send, he spun in his chair, waking himself up from his fatigue. Hours upon hours in front of a computer had nearly drained the life from him, his back and arms sore from being hunched over; his head aching from being too close to his monitor. Arturo reached for his mask, covering his webcam as he pulled the mask off to rub his eyes. "Chingada Madre," the man spoke, standing from his chair to get ready for his side job at YOSOY. He just had to choose one of the most social jobs out there.
He'd gotten ready: tied his long hair and wore the uniform that he was given. Arturo looked at his reflection, not used to seeing himself with out the mask. And soon enough, he was on his way to work. Yes, getting to YOSOY was easy seeing that Berlin wasn't exactly the most cluttered of places, but it was frustrating due to the fact that many of the themed bars were run by stereotypes. Once he stepped through the doors of the restaurant, he was bombarded by the smell of Latin foods and the sound of lively music. Canción Del Mariachi played as he set down his backpack into his locker, being greeted by his co-workers. "Ai, Che-Che! Hola, mi amigo!" Giovanni reached up to pat the younger man's head, watching as Arturo looked at him with a plain expression. "Hola, Gio," Arturo replied to the much shorter and older man who greeted him with a friendly face.
Working at YOSOY provided a cover for him as well as a steady income to pay for his bills. Hacking wasn't doing much for him, so why wouldn't he get a real world job? During his shift, Arturo was questioned by women, flirted with, etc. The usual shift that he had to endure until it was one in the morning; having to hold his tongue in order to keep their guests happy.
It was now 21.00, the time of his break. Remembering what he had sent, Arturo rushed to the back, putting his mask on and waiting in the corner of the main area.
(lmao. It sux, but like its because THE HEATER IS ON AND IT'S LIKE 90+ DEGREES AND I WILL DIE.)
@Arthanus Best pets. 10/10.
@Arthanus My dog farted on my lap. All 110 pounds of him.
All I saw was blood, all I could hear was the howling of the people who thought they had triumphed as I held Kido's head in my lap. He was in pain. So much pain. And all I could do was watch as he slowly drifted away. For days, all I could do was mourn and weep about my loss; I loved him and he loved me. I'd lost hope, became distant with the people whom I have called my family. In my home, all I did was sit there unmotivated by life. I didn't want to live anymore.
And that's when it hit me.
Kido would not want to see me like that. He'd want me to carry on, trying to find my own happiness even with out him by my side. But I took it in a different way. I wanted to kill every last one of them. I trained and trained, hoping that the invaders would come back so I could avenge Kido's death. Soon, I was fully engulfed with my obsession for revenge. I was angry, miserable, even.
Now I realize that the way of the Bushido had almost slipped my mind. But I now remain bitter and unhappy, aware that I have changed. I've changed so much to the point where I almost couldn't recognize myself.
Saidani sat with the group, listening to the stories that had been passed around: some were melancholic and some were joyous. No one was holding back from what they wanted to say, whether or not their stories would be anything worth listening to. Siegfried reminisced about the time he'd lost a fight, Jack had taken off his mask and made those around him fall silent, and Denzel attempted to change the mood and bring things into a more positive light. The woman looked at all of them, only interested in drinking her night away just to make it go by faster. Her brow rose as she further listened to Denzel's words.
"Now... How about we all enjoy a more pleasant story? I'm sure someone around here has some loved ones back home? I have a few friends back home in Harazan, old patients i'd love to hear about, see how they're doing! Last i heard from a friend, he got married, and had a beautiful daughter...! Heh, even times like these, there's always room for a little love, brilliant, don't you think?"
This made her roll her eyes in irritation, coughing to cut in. "In times like these, love will only get you hurt," the woman snarled, crossing her arms as she did so. "It's a bit foolish to think that there is room for love at all," she continued on, blowing the strands of hair from her face. What she said was what she believed, and although what she said may have sounded harsher than it should have, Saidani held no apologies in mind. "Well aren't you a bit bitter?" A man chuckled as he looked over to her, "c'mon, luv! I'm sure you'll find love soon!" This statement made her even more irritable, causing her to snap back, "and I'm sure you'd like to have my foot up your-" Her words were cut off by laughter towards her demeanor. "Lighten up! Quit your fussin', we're all having a bit of fun here!"
(kill me)
Sunlight entered the dim bedroom, highlighting everything that it touched. Arturo's hand laid on top of the mask that he wore on a daily basis, keeping it close so he wouldn't have to reach far to grab it. It had been days since he'd had any sort of excitement in his life, being a hacker just didn't have its thrills anymore. He went from foolish, meaningless intrusions to nothing now. His hair was strewn about, tangled due to the amount of movement he had done in his sleep. The night before was a blur, one minute he was sitting in front of the computer, tapping away on that damned keyboard of his, and the next he found himself in bed: tired and annoyed.
His eyes flickered open, a groan leaving his lips as his other hand reached for his eyes. The sunlight was blinding, catching the man off guard. Arturo slipped out of bed, making a loud thump on the ground as he collided with it. He groaned again, pushing himself up from the comfort of the soft carpet. The morning had started out as the usual, with him getting his lazy ass out of bed and washing up only to put his mask back on. And when that mask on, he became some kind of mysterious asshole who liked to fuck with the system and get information that would be useful to him in the future. (He also used it as a way to avoid eye contact.)
Arturo sat in front of his screen, knuckles cracking as he prepared himself to be completely engulfed in the joys of the internet. His fingers tapped against the keyboard quickly, signing into every media surface he had: Reddit, old game accounts, etc. With every click, he was redirected to several different forums and other people's accounts that he had gained info from. In every corner of every website, the tragic happenings kept resurfacing. In Berlin, there had been many murders, gruesome enough to make Hannibal Lecter look like a damned Care Bear. Eventually, his browser was lined with articles about the killings, the news even got to the U.S.
The hacker sat there, elbows rested on his desk surface as he read onward and scrolled through the forums, trying to dodge everything that was related to what was going on in the city he resided in. Gore, kitten videos, he tried everything but every time he would just... continue to find details about the killings. Finally, succumbing to this murder hole, Arturo pondered about, finally finding a thread of interested that was infested with people who mocked OP. His brow rose, reading about what she had gone through and the fact that she needed help. Typical. Policemen in their area definitely wouldn't try harder if they had no evidence, they'd just let it to rest.
He clicked around the page, tracking the user who had posted. His knuckles cracked again as he typed an e-mail:
@yuckeroni
Murder, mystery, idk. The guy is fucked up, we solve the shits. Death.
Murder, mystery, idk. The guy is fucked up, we solve the shits. Death.
Might be able to convince a friend to join the site and this, ayylmao.
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