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| Topic Started: Wednesday, 16. October 2013, 01:08 (1,174 Views) | |
| Toran | Wednesday, 16. October 2013, 01:08 Post #1 |
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Toran leaped and his scarred hands snapped around the bar. His arms flexed as he started hauling all 260 lbs up over and over again. His muscle shirts lay in a pile near a stack of mattresses. His cargo pants were snapped tight around his waist and his boots tucked into his pants. His abs flexed and his thick shoulders rolled as he pulled himself high enough for his arms to be nearly perpendicular to his torso. His black hair was sweat soaked from the workout and clung to his scalp. For a change he'd trimmed his beard, giving it a dark shadow around his jaw. His blue eyes were closed as he did his reps. He'd set up the front as a small shop for his custom goods. Hardware, electronics, weaponry. Only the seedier, but better funded elements of the London crime world knew where to look for him. A tattered blanket hung to separate the front from the wide space in the back. A stock room filled with electronics, wiring, soldering irons and various tools. The second half had been converted to hold some pretty heavy free weights. The press bar was currently set at 350 lbs, the leg press at close to double that. The curls were stacked in weights going up to 80 lbs. A sensor was set on the front door. When it opened a small siren goes off in the back. Toran had bricked up all the other entrances to his place, and welded some pretty solid braces to support the walls. Didn't want it to crash down around him if something exploded. The second floor was cleared out and currently empty, but for a shower, a bed and a small kitchen. |
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| Roisin Macnamara | Wednesday, 16. October 2013, 14:07 Post #2 |
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Another night in London but this time she was going to avoid as much people as she could. There was a new shop open and she had some stuff she wanted to sell. Roisin walked in the shop with a two big heavy black sport bags. She could barely hold them herself but she managed it and placed them on the ground first so she could haul the bags on the counter one by one. They were filled with electronics, from old radios to new ones (even car radios), to IPods, IPads, Iphones... and anything else that was quick to grab and easy to sell. The sound of the siren made her jump up a little. She tilted her head to the side and watched the blanket. She suspected that any second now some old, greasy weird guy would come from behind it with a cracked voice barking at her to know what she wanted and why she was here. It took longer than she wished to be there and so she decided to let her Irish voice run wild in the shop so it could reach the person in charge here. ”Hey! Anyone home?! Hello. People waiting here!” Roisin crossed her arms in front of her and tapped her right foot impatiently on the ground. She was wearing a pair of black sneakers with bright green four leaf clovers stitched on them; a pair of light blue low cut jeans and a black top. Her leather vest was hanging open. Her eyes were scanning the place quickly while she was still waiting. |
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| Toran | Wednesday, 16. October 2013, 14:16 Post #3 |
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EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE The door siren went off and Toran dropped to the ground. The 6'4 man grabbed a small towel and a muscle shirt and started walking towards the tattered blanket that served as a door between the front and the back. His boots thumped in the big space as his heavy weight slammed down. ”Hey! Anyone home?! Hello. People waiting here!” He grunted slightly as he heard the impatient yell and continued rubbing sweat off his chest and neck as he ducked through the doorway. His heavy shoulders shifted slightly to clear the entrance without brushing the sides or tearing down the blanket. His black hair was jaw length and currently going in several odd directions from the toweling. His torso was thickly muscled with a fine coating of short black hair. His abs had a scar traveling from his belly button around towards his right side, faint but thick as a thumb. He slung the towel over his shoulder as he regarded the small woman with frosty blue eyes. "Can I help you?" His voice was deep and soft, like thunder, velvet and darkness rolled together. American, well spoken and calm. He knew people enjoyed listening, so he used it to his advantage. He also knew that no signs announced where his place was, and that the people who came here usually were on the side of the law that bobbies don't smile on. His gaze took in the blond woman, a single slow examination of her petite frame as he dropped the towel and slid his tank top on over his wide shoulders and thick arms. "Sorry. I was working out in the back." Never hurt to be polite to a pretty lady. Especially one that brought in that much crap. |
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| Roisin Macnamara | Wednesday, 16. October 2013, 20:09 Post #4 |
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Roisin could hear the hard stump from something or someone dropping on the ground. It made her jerk her head back to the blanket. She automatically placed her hand around her switchblade in the pocket of her vest. This was a new shop and one could never be too sure. The heavy steps grew louder until the person who caused it finally appeared from behind the blanket. The girl took a few steps back when she looked up at the huge figure of the man in front of her. He was tall! Very tall! Not to mention he had something charming swirling around him but when he spoke to her she felt the charm enchanting her. His voice made her weak to the knees. It was that type of voice that could make you forget all your worries and that you could listen to for hours. Her mouth literally dropped open a little while she stared in his eyes. This was definitely not the Gollum she had expected to see. Instead she was looking up at the fucking Hulk. He made quite the impression on the tiny girl who suddenly felt even smaller than usual. Her eyes travelled across his face that was decorated with sweat and his wet hair on the side. The salty smell of his sweat made her shiver ever so slightly. Then her gaze went down to take in his massive torso right before he dressed himself. Hmm what a shame. She noticed his big hands and didn't want to be on the wrong end of those! One punch of him and she would be down in pieces! She opened and closed her mouth a few times before she said anything. "Wow... I had not expected to see this..." A firm blush spread on her cheeks and she hit herself against the forehead while she sighed. It took a few seconds before she found the ability to speak again. "I did not mean it like that. It is just that I'm used to seeing these little creeps behind the counter of these shops... unless you are the bodyguard?" Roisin giggled and leaned on one leg to the side to see if there was no one behind him. "Guess not. Down to business then. I got some stuff I don't need anymore. Take a look, give me a price and it's yours." She didn't really care for the price. It was the thrill and the excitement of stealing that was more important to her. It was her addiction. |
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| Toran | Wednesday, 16. October 2013, 20:18 Post #5 |
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Toran smiled wide as he regarded the girl and her stunned expression. He'd seen it before a couple of times. "Lemme guess, you figured I'd be a fat, beer bellied italian man who stank of garlic, sweat and mold. Bad comb over and way to much hair grease?" He could actually picture the guy pretty well. He was pretty sure some place in Chicago cloned him to set up in pawn shops all over the city. He looks at the bags and walks around the front counter. Reaching down he scoops them into one hand and lifts them up so he can look inside. "I'm not going to ask where this stuff came from, you clear? If you know I'm here then I know you probably don't have warranty. That's fine. But if this shit gets traced to me, I'm going to be pissed." His blue eyes twinkle as he says it, but it also seems clear he's willing to pound her like a tent peg if she double crosses him, in a gentlemanly way. Unzipping the bag he starts going through the electronics. A lot of it was junk, but he could take it apart, use the wires, the circuits. Make all sorts of useful stuff. Contemplating, the iphones and stuff had some high end circuits, decent cameras. "I'll give you 500 pounds for the lot. Sound good?" The kind of high end, custom security breakers he could make from all this, or tiny hidden surveillance stuff, he'd make his profit a couple hundred times over if she didn't haggle too much. He could probably go up higher, but he wanted to see if she was the type of crook who stole for money, for survival, or fun. Depending on which type... well... the ones who did it for fun tended to get caught more often. He didn't feel like getting deported or put in prison. |
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| Roisin Macnamara | Wednesday, 16. October 2013, 20:49 Post #6 |
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"Something like that. Weird, small creeps eyeing me and barking things I hardly understand... except for the price. The only thing I always understand but they tend to make fun of me because I'm a woman. Little bastards! I'm Irish and a woman so I'm doubly blessed." Again she took some steps back when he got around the counter. My, my, my... the things he could do to her if he got mad made her take the warning with a nod. She knew he wasn't kidding and luckily she was not that stupid to betray the guy. "Don't worry. This is not my first race. Everything is clean! And even if you would ask questions you really think I would answer them?" Roisin frowned at him and shook her head. Really he was one of those who also was going to make a fool of her. So she laughed, loudly, coldly and shortly. "Tsk, tsk... I might be blonde but seriously only 500. C'mon don't be a wanker here. Give a girl something more to have fun with... please?" Roisin pouted a little. She always let them go up once so they wouldn't get too suspicious about her. |
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| Toran | Wednesday, 16. October 2013, 20:58 Post #7 |
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Toran chuckles, a deep rumbling sound in the center of his chest that starts in his belly and sort thunders out through the floor. "Well, there are a couple of good, high ticket items. You MIGHT be able to get away with selling them on ebay or something I suppose." He starts shifting the items into two piles. One, the ones only worth scrap for his business, and two, the stuff that would have resale value on their own. The iPhones, iPods, etc. He shifts them around a bit. It was quite a good haul of electronics for him to work with. He could probably work it for himself to make a good security system if he wanted. Still, he wanted to see what the lil woman was made of. "I dunno know. Might be hard to move this many items without people getting suspicious. I'm not exactly an apple store. Might have to cut the price to deal with needing to grease a palm or two." His frosty blue eyes regard her, waiting to see where she'd go from here. Tossing it right back into her court. Wondering if she was a prep girl who just wanted to play bad girl with her friends toys. |
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| Roisin Macnamara | Thursday, 17. October 2013, 12:46 Post #8 |
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When the man started laughing Roisin jumped up. His laughter was heavy and came out of nowhere but it did do magic to his upper body. Her eyes caught the shifting muscles underneath the tank top he was wearing so he could laugh all he wanted. ”Ebay? Hah! Do I look like an Ebay chick to you? I don’t have time for that shit. The fun part of the game is already done now I just want to cash in.” The girl rolled her eyes as she saw him make two piles. Her friendly behaviour was being tested here but she kept her irritations on the inside. She shoved one pile a little to the side again and positioned herself with her back to the counter. She placed the palm of her hands on the counter behind her and pushed herself up to slide her ass on the counter. She crossed her arms in front of her. If she kept standing and looking up at him she would fall over and so she wanted sit a bit higher. ”I know you just opened up but really? Are we going to play ‘amateur hour’? I don’t care what you do with it and it’s not like this business doesn’t know how to sell this shit under the table. Just give me 750 at least and you still earn more than enough on it. Besides this is how you guys get rich and how you keep us mere borrowers addicted to the game. So show me you are more than just a pretty face and maybe we can do some more deals in the future.” There was little interest in what she said really. In these new shops you always had to be careful and search the boundaries and limitations of the owner. He was right! He was not an Apple store and those phones, no matter how popular they were, had a lot of restrictions unless you jailbreak them but it would be shocking if Mister Hulk here didn’t know that. |
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| Toran | Thursday, 17. October 2013, 12:57 Post #9 |
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The big man grinned, a flash of white in his black beard. She knew how to play the game. His frosty blue gaze regarded her with an upraised brow as she slid up onto his counter. Given the somewhat abandoned state of the building, he was glad he'd been reinforcing everything or it probably would have collapsed under her. While that would have been hilarious for him, it'd have broken a bit of the goods. 750 huh? He narrowed his gaze, considering. It wasn't a bad counter offer. Wasn't that ambitious though. The "fun part" of the game was over. Hinted she was a thrill thief. But she was willing to play the bargaining game. He shrugged his big shoulders and slid the stuff back into the bags with a clatter. "Works for me. Come on into the back and I'll get you your pay." Gripping the bags in one hand he headed through the blanket. Now was time for the amusement factor. The part of the game he used to show people they didn't want to consider robbing him. There wasn't a cash register up front. Nothing that held money. Since his store had no signs, nobody knew his place was here but for word of mouth. So he didn't have to do things like a regular business. The back of the room is a big wide open square of brick and girders. Once used as cheap apartments Toran had knocked out most of the walls to open the place up. Several tables along the walls had stacked shelves with tupperware drawers holding small tools, electronic bits, soldering irons. A few gadgets were half assembled on the tables. A couple of padded benches that look like they had been pulled out of old stations sit near the counters, the upholstery redone in modern duct tape. The back of the room has a large pull up bar, several free weight sets, a small counter with a radio and a fridge. Toran has picked over the windows and the rear door to limit access into his building. He also reinforced a lot of the support beams with iron bars crudely welded into place. The building was sturdy. A spiral staircase runs near the left hand wall up to the second floor. The safe in question, a 3 by 3 by 2 brick of iron rests on the right hand wall. He walked to the safe, which rested against a stone wall. But it rested with the door pressed against the wall. The top had a pair of thick handles welded on top. The thing was about the size of a normal man's torso and weighed well over 200 lbs. He waited until he was sure she was watching and put on a pair of work gloves. Then he gripped the bars and heaved. Taking a deep breath he curled the safe upward, the tendons in his neck snapping into definition, his arms swelling with blood and strain, the veins popping out. Shifting one leg back he pivots a 90 degree turn, holding the safe up in mid air to swing it into position so he can open it. He sets it down with a slight click. Carefully controlling the weight so it doesn't boom or thump hard when it gets set down. The weight would impress some people. The control involved would impress the smarter one. It was a rough load, even for him, but doing it for first timers usually saved him a lot of problems in the long run. Taking a deep breath through his big chest he turned to regard the small woman and smiled, a slight sheen of sweat on his brow. "Well, I'll just get out your cash then, yeah?" His voice rolled out smooth and calm, free of strain. Edited by Toran, Thursday, 17. October 2013, 14:12.
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| Roisin Macnamara | Friday, 18. October 2013, 12:43 Post #10 |
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A frown, a shrug and the deal was done. She didn’t care she had the losing end of the stick. With all this stuff gone she had an excuse to search for new goods. But wait a minute! An alarm bell went off in her head when he invited her to the back. She was reluctant to follow him because she had no idea what was there or who might be there. Then again she could remain just in front of the blanket because then she would also be in the back but still close enough to the shop to escape. So with a nod she hopped off the counter and followed the man happy that she didn’t need to carry those bags home again. With a skip in her step she entered the back room and her eyes immediately scanned the place. It was an automatic habit to make sure you were aware of your surroundings. It was safe to say that this man worked out and made sure no one could get in easily or out. She didn’t need to see all weights to know he was a strong man. One look at him made her purr like a good kitty cat. She wasn’t planning on borrowing from him. Her sight was set however on his safe. ”How are you going to... ?” She didn’t need to finish her question because he was quick enough in showing off how he opened his safe. Roisin however didn’t watch the entire scene unfold even though he was very nice to the eye she was more interested in what else was in this room. She walked around a bit not wanting to show much interest in how he had set up his safe. She was impressed though, very impressed in the way he was handling that massive thing. She had to applaud his originality in it but she did it in her mind because there was no need to let him know just how intrigued he had gotten her. When he spoke she only nodded. Damn that voice! It made her shiver in delight. It was one of those deep shivers that rolled down her spine. One that made her visibly shake a little. Her walk brought her towards the pull up bar. She looked up at it. It hung on his height and even when she stood on her toes and stretched her arms out she couldn’t reach it. She jumped at it a few times while she spoke. ”Was that show really necessary? Look at me! You can practically shove me in that thing but hey if that’s your safe then make it a 1000 pounds.” she said with a casual giggle to let him know it was a joke and who knew maybe he did gave her a 1000 instead of 750. There might still be some miracles left in this world. She jumped up one last time in an attempt to grab the bar but cursed when she failed it again. Her eyes had a dangerous spark in them as if she was mentally trying to hurt the bar. Roisin didn’t mind being a small woman but at times she did hate not being able to get something that was high up. Even at home she had to grab a chair to stand on if she wanted something from the higher shelves in the kitchen. ”Nice place by the way.” she dreamingly said. |
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| Toran | Friday, 18. October 2013, 12:54 Post #11 |
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Toran keeps a blue eye on her in his peripheral vision as he spins the safe dial. A close observer might notice he has his other hand on a tiny discolored patch near the top left corner. Swinging open the safe door he pulls out a bundle of cash and starts counting it. He grins. "A thousand hmmm? Well, maybe we can work out a deal. I pay you a little extra, you occasionally track down some specialty stuff I might need." He closes the safe door with a thunk and walks over. "And, no, it's not really necessary. But let's face it, a lot of people in this business have poor decision making. Sometimes, if you freak them out early, they don't do anything stupid later. I like to keep my life simple. You know?" He tries to keep the grin off his face at her jumping at the pull up bar. He reaches up and lifts the bar, bringing it down a few notches. So it's closer to her height. "I ladder this once a day. So it tends to move upwards." He shrugs his big shoulders with a rolling motion that matches the smooth depths of his voice. |
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| Roisin Macnamara | Friday, 18. October 2013, 21:13 Post #12 |
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Roisin did not pay attention to how he opened the safe. There was no interest in that thing or whatever was inside. Her eyes carefully scanned him when he came close to her to bring down the bar. She nodded as a thank you but frowned. "I understand. Though I'm not that stupid to bite the hand that feeds me." It was almost as if she was offended. Now she could reach the bar. Her hands went up, she stood on her toes and grabbed the bar. "You ladder this? That is impressive." It was the first somewhat honest feeling that wasn't acted. She had tried to be indifferent towards him because she needed to see who she was dealing with first. Up till now the guy seemed quite all right. She might even like him and probably get along with him pretty good but she was still a bit distant. Slowly she pulled herself up a few times. This was fun! "750 is fine now otherwise you'll try to get lower when you need something special alhough... no! Give me the thousand. Specialities huh? I'm always up for challenges. I'm your girl King Kong. Let me know what, when and where or just what if you need me to search for it and for the right price I'll do it. " It was pretty hard doing this. She looked up and knew she could never ladder that. She had some strenght but not enough to do that. She had done maybe ten or fifteen pulls when she suddenly just hung there and laughed. One last time she pulled herself up again. She raised her knees and then her right foot shot forward. It stopped right in front of the torso of the man in front of her. "I'm very precise and good at what I do. I also know enough people so mister King Kong do not bring me in trouble. If I get caught you go down as well but not by the police. I do not work like that, I do not get my hands dirty and it will always be when you least expect it." The girl dropped on the ground and touched his arm just so she could feel his heat. She needed to be sure he was warm even though she could see his sweat like little pearls on his body. She passed him by and grabbed her lipstick. It was a bright red one which she had grabbed right before she had come to this shop. The small woman stopped at the safe and wrote down her number on it with the lipstick. She also wrote down her name with a swirly sway. "There you go... I'm Roisin and whenever you need me give me a ring. So tell me about your little shop. What is your speciality? How did you end up here? Judging by your accent there is more excitement in the States then here, no?" Edited by Roisin Macnamara, Friday, 18. October 2013, 21:19.
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| Toran | Friday, 18. October 2013, 21:40 Post #13 |
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Toran watched her do her own "don't fuck with me" show and grinned wider. He waited until she was done and reset the bar to his own use, about 7' up. He spread his hands and gripped it as he watched her walk over to his safe and scribble on it with her lipstick. A faint chuckle rumbled out of his frame as he lifted himself upwards, his head tilted forward, doing a back facing pull-up. "I specialize in security systems." He flexed his hips and rolled his abs then snapped upwards with his arms, lifting his whole body. The flex brought the bar upwards where it caught the next level of the rack. "Mostly I make a bit of this, a bit of that. Small cameras, small recorders." The same ripple passed through his body and he snapped up another rung with a sharp clang. He did a pair of simple back facing pull ups as he spoke. "Sometimes I do some work with laser systems, heat sensors, motion sensors. Custom stuff." In fast order he flexed and snapped up another two rungs then brought up his feet until he was doing a hand stand on the bar. He started doing upside down pull ups, keeping his weight centered. Making a leaping twist he managed to reverse his facing so he could still see her the entire time. "Home got a bit difficult. Some people did some stuff with my gadgets that I didn't approve of. Had some trouble with a couple of people, official and otherwise. So now I'm on an extended vacation." His voice remained even, a deep butter smooth smoke that drifted through the room. His jaw length hair hung down towards the floor and his frosty blue eyes were focused on Roisin, he was sweating freely, but not breathing too hard. "The name is Toran Craig." He let his legs descend and twisted in mid air to land with his feet spread upon the floor with a solid thump. Reaching into his cargo pants he took out the envelope he had prepared with her payment and tossed it too her. |
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| Roisin Macnamara | Saturday, 19. October 2013, 17:54 Post #14 |
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His grin only made it so much sweeter to know he probably didn't take her serious. It was good that way. Let them think what they want to think, laugh with her or anything else. It made her think of something Marilyn Monroe said once: "The truth is I’ve never fooled anyone. I’ve let people fool themselves. They didn’t bother to find out who and what I was. Instead they would invent a character for me. I wouldn’t argue with them. They were obviously loving somebody I wasn’t. When they found this out, they would blame me for disillusioning them and fooling them." With a slight impish twinkle in her eyes she watched him use the bar. She bit her lower lip to hold back a childish grin when her gaze followed his movements. The muscles knew what they had to do. She could see his entire body work like a machine. He was aware of his body and of her. It was amzing how he did his work out and never lost his sight on her. Knowing they both stood on the other side of the law she didn't take it as a compliment he couldn't take his blazing blue eyes from her. No... it was a sign that he was not new to this, he was no rookie and she was happy about that. It were the newbies who were always too eager to prove themselves and so they made mistakes that could cost her her head. Toran Craig. Powerful name that matched his voice. The girl sat down on a padded bench. "Hilarious you work with security systems. Do you also teach how to beat them? Or is it only creating them? It does sound interesting. I like gadgets but I specialise into doing it with my own head and pair of hands. Technology is great but if it fails on you then you better have the skills to do it yourself otherwise you're trapped. What interests me the most is these heat sensors. What sort of gadgets do you have? I'm not the only one who can be as quiet as a mouse during the night so it would be great to have some heat vision or something. Oh and another thing do you have anything with night vision? But not one of those big ugly things. I want something fancy and that doesn't take a lot of space. It needs to be light as well... almost like regular glasses or something. You got something do some cracking with? You know hacking into computer security systems? Opening keypad locks and stuff like that." His land on the ground and the loud bump on the ground startled her. She was looking at something that was a mess to her but probably an unfinished gagdet of him.She almost dropped it but she placed it back on the table with an innocent look on her face as if to say: I didn't do it! She shrugged. "Home is never easy." There was something fragile and broken in the way she said that. It was a subject she liked to avoid but then again she was questioning him so she knew she could expect some curiousness her way. At the very last moment her hand shot through the air and caught the envelope. She did not count it. He would be an idiot if he fucked up counting his money. She shoved it in the inside pocket of her vest. With a twist in her body she turned around on tye bench. She swung her legs over the back and was looking at everything upside down. Her hair brushed over the floor. "And what the hell does a girl have to do to get a drink here?" |
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| Toran | Saturday, 19. October 2013, 18:24 Post #15 |
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"I can make night vision systems, and thermal imagining systems. But I'm not the CIA with access to hyper tech labs, cutting edge systems and fancy materials. So, Best I could would be something that looks like a pair of thick ski goggles. Might be I've made a locking bypass a time or two. They're hard without good knowledge of the systems being used. Universe electronic lock picks are pretty unreliable. Since each system uses a slightly different set of codes and algorithms you either need something with a lot of processing powers, bout the size of a small laptop or big tablet. Or you need a customized rig made special for that system." He shrugged his shoulders and stretched and walked over, adjusting the gadget she had played with the make sure it was still ok to work on. "As for a drink, this is a business visit. So you'll have to head to a pub or get to know me better." His voice was a soft rumble and amusing hitch of laughter in his voice as he said the last. |
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| Roisin Macnamara | Monday, 21. October 2013, 19:29 Post #16 |
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”Ski goggles eh? That sounds good enough. As long as it isn’t too big or too clumsy it’s all fine. I’m curious what you’ll come up with but I only pay when it’s good stuff and when I’m sure it works. Got it?” She gave him a short icy stare while still looking at him upside down. She was feeling comfortable enough to stick around. Normally she couldn’t wait to get out of these shops but this was different... the owner was different. He was not your typical pawn shop guy and he was human so she was very pleased to be in the presence of a regular human. ”Oh, I had no idea. See I’m not that technological but I’ll manage it. So in theory if I know what sort of digital system it is you could tinker me the perfect toy to crack the code?” There was an innocent look on her face as she watched him checking whether the gadget was still working. She made a mental note not to play with these things anymore without permission because she could imagine him going into a hissy fit like a mad ogre. The thought made her laugh. It was a warm girlish sound as if she hadn’t laughed in a long time and suddenly remembered how to do it again. It took a while before she calmed back down and by the time she had quit laughing she was holding her sides and little tears were sparkling in her eyes. ”What do you think I’m still doing here? Business and pleasure is a perfect mix, or not?” She showed obvious curiosity towards him while she turned around again and sat in a regular pose on the couch. |
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| Toran | Monday, 21. October 2013, 19:40 Post #17 |
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The man grins wryly and chuckles, a deep throbbing sound. "Sometimes I can make it work perfectly. If I'm completely familiar with the system being used. Being here across the sea, some of the stuff isn't quite the same as the American versions. But yeah, I can generally whip something up." He regarded her with a frosty blue eye... trying to figure out if maybe, just maybe, she was flirting with him? Toran had been away from social niceties too long. Prison politics generally didn't have much in the way of elegance to them. His boots thumped as he walked over to the fridge near the back and opened it up, leaning his head in he grunted. "I've got some cold beer, and soda. Generally I don't keep anything that might make me mess up with a soldering iron. I can probably get a set of goggles made up for you in a few days. It'll take me a while to custom fit everything and try to make it nice looking. Not, big and clunky." He teased slightly by stressing her fashion needs, but a customer is a customer. |
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| Roisin Macnamara | Monday, 21. October 2013, 20:54 Post #18 |
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He looked at her, almost through her with his blue pearls but she didn't care. Roisin suspected him to judge her. He was probably trying to size her up. She could practically see the cogs turning in his mind wondering what she really wanted. This was how she liked it. Control! She was used to have the reins in her hands. She made the rules and he had to play by them and he did without realising it. "That is good to know. I do not run into buildings without knowing what I might encounter. Planning is everything. I try to be prepared as good as I can." Another hint to let him know she didn't just walk around and jumped into the unknown. It was serious business to her. Without preparation there is failure. His heavy step echoed through the room. He stood at the fridge offering her a cold beer or soda. With a giggle she quickly said. "A man after my own heart. A cold beer sounds heavenly. No worries I can wait for it. I need it to be good. Not just ready to use. I get in small places so I don't want to get stuck with a huge thing that doesn't work... oh and don't forget the heat sensor gadget. I can't wait to see that as well. I do not care about the price tag just get it done." |
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| Toran | Monday, 21. October 2013, 21:14 Post #19 |
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The big man chuckled and brought her a beer almost coated in frost. He somehow managed to twist the top off his own with just the side pressure of his thumb and the thick callous. "I'll have to see if I can get them to work in the same pair of goggles. You might need to have two sets. The military handles both but the pairs are, quite large. Far as I know the detail level starts to degrade when you've got them combined too, and you really don't want to have the night vision on when a bright light goes off." He was comfortable enough talking about his profession. Designing custom stuff like this was his job and his joy. He liked a challenge, and he was comforted to realize that she didn't seem to be a kleptomaniac or thrill junkie. "I would of course, never recommend that you do anything illegal with anything I might make. These goggles would be excellent for night time nature hiking and animal observation. And of course any security bypass I made would only be for a lock you own, I trust?" It was a game, but he knew if he made a point to say it, it did give him a minor veneer of honesty. |
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| Roisin Macnamara | Wednesday, 23. October 2013, 20:40 Post #20 |
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It took her a little more effort to take the top of the beer bottle but she managed and she took the first sip with her eyes closed while she sat back in the couch and slid a bit down giving her a very relaxing and comfortable vibe. ”They don’t need to be in one pair. They just need to work and easy to handle. If they are seperate but I can have them both on me or with me and switch them easily then I'll be happy." Was he going to stand there the entire time? She wondered whether he was scared of her or women in general. It made her frown a little but she didn't say anything. Her eyes wandered across the place and their travel ended upon him again. She bit her lower lip and tried not to laugh when he posed his question. With a shrug and a giggle she said. "Of course! Whatever makes you happy babe! I just like to set up obstacle courses at my home and release hot men in there. I trick them one by one. So I need to see in the dark. The last one standing gets an awesome night with me he will never forget." she said with a straight face and if there wouldn't have been that playful wink added to it you might think she was dead serious. |
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