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originally posted in: Cyberpunk: An Open World RP
9/19/2015 12:58:42 AM
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[b]Trynt 21:32[/b] [i] Light makes his way through the dwindling crowds, not liking how much they'd thinned out. He felt exposed, and that always spelled bad news for him. The day had been interesting: a close call at the gun shop, meeting new friends, and maybe getting somewhere.... "Somewhere closer to my mother...", he thinks. His hands part two people in front of him, as he looks up around him. He'd come across a large park of some sort. It was... beautiful, in ways he couldn't even describe. The money put into it must have been astounding: long spirals of vine clutched at the many gazebos that dotted the green grass, the trees covered in them. Little flowers bloomed everywhere, and his nose caught the scent of something sweeter, mixed with cigar fumes. The trees provided natural cover, and protection from outside eyes. It seemed perfect to him. He had no place to stay, nor the money to rent one. So he wandered into the park, the wealthy giving him rather odd glares. After a few minutes, he'd laid out his hoodie over the grass, and pulled his notes from his pack. His father's notes, to be correct. They were what taught him everything about hacking. With these, he could hack anything. Problem was, he couldn't look at them while doing so; it'd seem suspicious. He read over the notes, back against the trunk, and slowly started to fall asleep. "What an amazing day...", he thought, before slipping into a deep slumber. ~ [/i][b]12:15[/b] [i]Light groaned as he awoke, looking around him with a scanning eye. It was all clear. His notes lay across his lap, untouched, and his hair was slightly wet. "Hm?", he thought, before a water drop struck him on the nose. He jumped slightly, but realized: he was under a tree. Daring to open his eyes more, he stood up and stretched, packing his items. He didn't know where he was going, or what he was doing. All he knew was that he wanted to go somewhere. "What fun...", he muttered sarcastically, melding once again into the bustling morning traffic. Where he went? Well, he needed work. And he wouldn't find it staying there.[/i] [spoiler]OPEN for anything, really[/spoiler]
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