Sarpdeon

Cyberpunk RP (Sanquin / Tomahawk)

Jurgen laughed. It was a hollow, obviously false laugh. Then he gave his neighbor a condescending look as he spoke. "That's funny. You're a funny guy, you know that?" his voice dripped with sarcasm. Then he proceeded to ignore the man as they walked away. They were off to make money, and didn't have time to waste dealing with the cyborg's idiot neighbors or their antics. Eve made a remark about being alive, and Jurgen couldn't help but chuckle. "Not everyone feels that way. Don't let your guard down." he advised. There were some people who got high and then ran around attacking people, just to see if anyone was stronger than them. There were a lot of crazy motherfuckers in this part of the junkyard. If you could survive them, though, it was not a terrible place. There were poorer, and less pleasant parts to live in.

But those places didn't matter. Not to these two, anyway. Jurgen pointed out the dive and held the door for his android companion. He wasn't sure how to approach a bar full of drunks and ask for bets to fight a robot. Thankfully it was dark inside, so Eve would probably look human if she didn't start glowing or anything. But there was still the matter of actually getting people to fight her. So he figured that holding the door would at least give him a few extra seconds to think, if his automaton didn't call out the entire place before hand. And if that did happen, then he wouldn't have to worry about it, and not worrying about things was one of the cyborgs favourite pastimes. He followed the robotic woman into the bar and looked around. It looked the same as usual. Dimly-lit, mostly to hide the fact that it was pretty gross. About half full of the regular crowd who never seemed to leave, but always seemed to be drinking, and staffed by a strange combination of androids and cyborgs. Everyone grumbled quietly, and no one looked up when anyone entered. It would be a nice place to hang out, if it wasn't so dark and grimy. As it was, Jurgen didn't understand how anyone actually sat on any of the furniture...

Cyberpunk RP (Sanquin / Tomahawk)

Jurgen liked that Eve appeared to be up for a challenge. He wasn't sure he was. But that didn't seem to matter, she already had her own ideas. And none of them appeared to have occurred to the cyborg. But going down to a bar and starting a few fights for some change sounded good, and then they could get her entered in a proper fight and win big. He liked that idea a lot more than his, so he nodded, and then Jurgen set about putting things away. He didn't need to leave all his valuables lying on the table to be scooped up and made off with. Once that was done he smiled, "I like the way you think, Eve. Let's go make some money." he showed the automaton to the door, and locked it behind them. There was a dive about a block away that was always full of crazies, even at this hour of the morning. It wouldn't take long to find someone interested in making some quick cash beating up a helpless woman. And when they found out that the robot wasn't helpless, or even a real lady, they'd wind up with a good deal less money, and a good deal more respect for the pair of hustlers.

It looked like the both of them were excited now. Jurgen was hopeful that his rent would get paid, and Eve seemed pretty excited to just be fighting someone. That was an interesting bit of programming, but the cyborg wasn't going to complain as long as his rent got paid, and food got put on his table. If Eve turned out to be some kind of raging death machine, he would be okay with that, just as long as he didn't get murdered. Now that he thought about it, having a raging death machine around would be kind of nice, then he wouldn't have to worry about much of anything. He chuckled as he led the way toward the bar, things were starting to look up...

((meh, me too...))

Cyberpunk RP (Sanquin / Tomahawk)

Jurgen liked the idea of Eve being as good as a top-level tournament fighter. That could be a good way to win some money, but only if he could get into a top-level tournament. But her last comment was probably the most important. She had no practice. The cyborg made a note to find her someplace to get some practice in before actually entering her in a fight. And while he was thinking, the android kept asking questions. He supposed that was a good thing, since it meant she was learning. It wasn't so good for his train of thought, though. "Food and stuff? Well, rent is five hundred or so, and then food is another couple hundred, depending on how well I want to eat. And then if you want to eat and smoke, that'll be a couple hundred more..." he sighed, she was going to have to be really good at that fighting stuff.

While Eve did her thing with the papers, Jurgen pocketed a couple of the things he had collected, not wanting to sell them, but figuring he should take them just in case. If Eve could make something out of ten credits and six chips, he might not need to sell anything, but he supposed that would depend on how much people would bet that he couldn't win. For now, he would hope for the best, and prepare for not the best. In this scenario, the worst could not be prepared for at all. So the cyborg took a deep breath and looked over the forms that his robot had filled out. It all looked good to him. "I guess it's time to go see how well you can fight." he decided with a nod. "Are you ready?" he was apprehensive, hopeful and cynical at the same time. He was just waiting for the bottom to fall out of this strange scenario, wondering if he was going to wake up and have everything be normal. But nothing had happened yet, so he supposed they would just have to press on and see how far they could get before things got too weird...

Cyberpunk RP (Sanquin / Tomahawk)

cool beans

Cyberpunk RP (Sanquin / Tomahawk)

Jurgen was sure he could get something out of Eve. He had seen her reflexes, she hadn't even tried, despite his bad throw. So he scrambled for the things he needed, and was just about done assembling things on the kitchen table when the robot returned. She plopped herself down on the couch nearby, and asked what he was looking for. He didn't answer immediately, since he was a bit caught up in his search. To let her know he was working on a reply, he let out a long "Uh" until he had time to formulate a thought. "This!" he announced, having found the last page of the form he needed. It was an entry form of sorts, that could get them into a local fighting ring. That, combined with the small collection of things on the table, would provide them with the start-up they needed to get going.

"You said you were built for combat? What does that mean? How good are you?" the cyborg asked as he looked over the table. He had the papers laid out neatly, and was now sorting through the other things he had collected. Being poor, he was going to have to sell something to get enough money to make a proper bet on a fight. But he didn't really want to, since anything he owned that was worth anything, was worth ten times that in sentimental value. So he stood there and frowned at it all, and then started on the forms. Eve was going to have to provide most of the information for the second part, since that was all about the fighter, but he could get the first half done and delay making a decision for a while.

All too soon, however, the papers were as filled out as he could get them, and he was faced with the same problem once again. How was he going to get enough money to make money? In the end, he knew he'd wind up choosing the most replaceable of the items, and hopefully he'd be able to get it back before it got ruined or sold to someone he couldn't find. He supposed he would just have to hope that Eve was good enough to beat anyone she might face in a back-alley arena. So he scooped up the papers she needed to fill out, and took them over to where she was sitting. "If you could fill these out, that'd be great." he said, offering the android the forms that needed information from her...

Cyberpunk RP (Sanquin / Tomahawk)

Jurgen nodded to himself as he considered Eve's explanation for her initial remark. It did make sense, he wasn't much of a fighter, and he certainly wouldn't make it in the arena. Then he chuckled as the android said that just about anything would be all right, so long as she got to stay activated. That seemed to the sentiment around here, of late. Anything was better than being deactivated. He smiled at the compliment as he fished for a lighter that worked. His father had smoked for as long as he could remember, and so there were just as many empty lighters, as there were working ones. He checked several before finding one that lit when he flicked it. The cyborg tossed that one to the robot, deliberately screwing up the throw, just a little, wanting to see what her reflexes were like.

"First one's free." he said, in response to her offer to find employment and pay him back for the cigarettes. "If you want more than that pack, you'll have to start paying." he added, mostly because he only had the one pack left. Then the man started wondering about how he was going to make money off of this automaton. They were going to need enough to feed her smoking habit, and pay rent, and he needed to eat, too. While he showed his new android where outside was, he began wondering how much they could make in an arena. "Outside is just over here." he pointed out, showing Eve to the fire escape door. He keyed it open, revealing a little balcony with a ladder going up at one end, and a ladder going down at the other. "You can smoke out here, just keep the door closed, and lock it behind you when you come back in." he said, laying down the rules. That was how his father had done it, and that was how things would continue to be.

Once Eve was out smoking, Jurgen started rushing around his apartment. He was scrounging for cash, and looking for some papers he was sure he had lying around. The cyborg wanted to make some money, and he was pretty sure he had the means to do so, now. First, though, he needed an initial investment, and those papers...