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[color=tan][h2]Oxley[/h2]
Location: NYC compound
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[i]Do deviants dream of super powered sheep?[/i]
The ceiling was a dull beige colour. The paintjob was flaking and peeling off thanks to the unforgiving gears of time. Oxley blinked, her cheeks feeling stiff from the dried tear tracks there. The beanbag chair crunched under the girl's weight, the tiny beads inside it shifting to adapt to her shape.
[i]What is happening to me, really?[/i]

Oxley had ran straight for her apartment, obviously. Nothing could've stopped the oncoming panic attack as she had realised that something was wrong with her. What was going on with her? Why had she suddenly just... lost the ability to remember? It all felt so hazy, almost in a comforting way. Maybe Oxley would've felt comforted by it if she wasn't so busy panicking at this new, unfamiliar sensation.
[i]Think, Oxley. What could this be about? Was it you leaving the Compound? Or was there something in my food?[/i]
Oxley gripped the sides of the beanbag before shooting upright.
[color=tan]"Did that sicko put something in my pizza?"[/color] Oxley asked aloud, to herself more than anything. Oxley scrambled up and searched for her satchel, quickly finding it and rummaging through it until she came upon the business card and phone she'd been given.
[i]HEIDIS. It has to have something to do with him and his company.[/i]
[color=tan]"If you want answers, you'll have to hack them. You are good, but not [i]that[/i] good,"[/color] Oxley mumbled as she sprang up and sat before her computer. [color=tan]"Yes, but you don't have to hack them. You'll just need to... dig around a bit. But wait, [i]no no nonono,[/i] the Compounds have a way of tracking everything I do on the internet. I can't do anything without them catching up on what I'm doing. Think, Oxley, think..."[/color]
Oxley paused for a second, her thoughts disoriented and grasping at straws. Then she gasped.
[color=tan]"OH, wait. No, it couldn't have been the food! I was fine, and Mr. Grandure didn't have access to it... When was the moment I began feeling strange? -- Shit. Of course. It was the..."[/color]
[i]...the moment we shook hands. That's when my headache stopped.[/i]
[color=tan]"But... how could've he done that? And... [i]what exactly did he do?[/i] Argh! I can't figure this out alone, not while my mind is... my mind is... like this!"[/color] Oxley cried out in frustration, rubbing her forehead.
[color=tan]"This would be [i]so[/i] much easier if I had my VPN..."[/color] Oxley groaned as she went back to planning, keeping the business card and the burner phone on her desk. [color=tan]"Of course, I don't necessarily need a VPN to mask my connection, I could just... Of course. I could just hijack [i]someone else's[/i] connection. Someone with a public access point within reach, someone like..."[/color]
[i]Someone like my lovely neighbor Dean.[/i] Of course he didn't have a public access point, per se, but it would have to do.
[color=tan]"Is it too close to me, though? They could still trace it. They don't like snoopers,"[/color] Oxley mumbled as she began typing on her laptop. [color=tan]"It'll have to do. Sorry, Dean,"[/color] Oxley apologised under her breath as she began what could only be described as hacking into her neighbors wi-fi connection.