There, now he can get a good look at her behind. xD
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I have been actively roleplaying for around 18 years now, since age 15. Which, as you might have guessed, makes me 33. I've done most of my rping on forums, averaging 2 to 4 paragraphs. Though I also LARP, and have played D&D for about 17 years. Real life has become a larger part of my life though, so my activity has lessened. Even so, I don't think I'll ever stop rping. :)
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The man started listing the kind of work he had been doing before. Quite impressive. And if Zara didn't have a cybernetic arm, and couldn't turn into a figurative rage monster, she might have actually been quite intimidated considering her background. She had heard about his kind before. People that lost their glory days of fighting the vampires, and now hired themselves out to do any kind of job. In fact, a bounty hunter or two she had dealt with in the past had probably been of similar background as Kevin. "Anything you tell about yourself is interesting. It helps me form a picture of what kind of man you are." She spoke, moving to sit on her knees and bend forward, to get a better angle on the bike.
"As for me, I don't think it's interesting at all. I worked as a barwoman before the virus showed up, and did some hacking on the side as a hobby. Naturally, I was one of the first to get infected. At first I didn't even know myself, though. But I started getting restless, and a few days later I suddenly ripped a man apart after he came to harass me when I was closing the bar. I killed a man, had eaten part of his arm, leg, and neck before I came to senses again. Funnily enough, I felt more alive then than I had ever before. Was a pretty scary feeling to get from killing someone. I realised what had happened after thinking about it for the rest of the night, but was in denial. Took another week before it happened again, this time to a random woman on the street. I fled the city after that. The months after that are a bit of a haze. But I finally managed to get some connections after making a deal with an information broker. The money was a blessing at the time, so I decided to set up base in one of the abandoned buildings. And after searching for a while I found this place. Tapping from the power lines and getting an internet connection was the easy part. The rest I have here took longer. Though it's a decent home now. And if you're wondering, I haven't gone nuts for a good year or so now. One of the connections I made was with a guy at the waste disposal company. I buy what I need from him." She kept her explanation 'clean', as the way she ate was...unpleasant to watch for most to say the least. It was like tasting human flesh was a trigger of some kind, which made her something akin to a hungry beast until she was sated.
As she was talking she kept on tinkering with her bike, every now and then bending forwards a bit more to get a better look. She only had a decent idea of what she was doing. But there wasn't exactly anyone else that could do this for her. Or at least not for a price she could afford. Luckily she had fixed the fuel intake once before, so things were a bit easier this time.
"As for me, I don't think it's interesting at all. I worked as a barwoman before the virus showed up, and did some hacking on the side as a hobby. Naturally, I was one of the first to get infected. At first I didn't even know myself, though. But I started getting restless, and a few days later I suddenly ripped a man apart after he came to harass me when I was closing the bar. I killed a man, had eaten part of his arm, leg, and neck before I came to senses again. Funnily enough, I felt more alive then than I had ever before. Was a pretty scary feeling to get from killing someone. I realised what had happened after thinking about it for the rest of the night, but was in denial. Took another week before it happened again, this time to a random woman on the street. I fled the city after that. The months after that are a bit of a haze. But I finally managed to get some connections after making a deal with an information broker. The money was a blessing at the time, so I decided to set up base in one of the abandoned buildings. And after searching for a while I found this place. Tapping from the power lines and getting an internet connection was the easy part. The rest I have here took longer. Though it's a decent home now. And if you're wondering, I haven't gone nuts for a good year or so now. One of the connections I made was with a guy at the waste disposal company. I buy what I need from him." She kept her explanation 'clean', as the way she ate was...unpleasant to watch for most to say the least. It was like tasting human flesh was a trigger of some kind, which made her something akin to a hungry beast until she was sated.
As she was talking she kept on tinkering with her bike, every now and then bending forwards a bit more to get a better look. She only had a decent idea of what she was doing. But there wasn't exactly anyone else that could do this for her. Or at least not for a price she could afford. Luckily she had fixed the fuel intake once before, so things were a bit easier this time.
"Sure, two people easily fit on it. And all I have to do is tighten the suspension a little more, and not drive too fast, and things will be fine. The problem is our backpacks. Think you can carry two of 'em?" She asked, not worried about anything. She had carried quite a few heavy things on it in the past as well, and it was still going strong. Okay, not as strong as back then, but nothing some tinkering couldn't fix. "My bag's pretty small anyway."
She walked over to the bike, sitting down beside it, and picking up her tools again. "So...we'll be stuck together for a while it seems. Tell me about yourself. Like, you kind of look like a military guy, but at the same time your gear seems a bit worn as well. Freelancer maybe?" Zara had dealt with all kinds of people in the past years. Sometimes her regular clients would send freelancers or bounty hunters to her to buy some information. Though this guy looked different from anyone she had dealt with. "By the way, there's coffee on the desk over there. Help yourself." She may not trust him much yet. But there was no reason to be hostile either. It just meant that she would be on her guard and keep her gun within reach at all times.
She walked over to the bike, sitting down beside it, and picking up her tools again. "So...we'll be stuck together for a while it seems. Tell me about yourself. Like, you kind of look like a military guy, but at the same time your gear seems a bit worn as well. Freelancer maybe?" Zara had dealt with all kinds of people in the past years. Sometimes her regular clients would send freelancers or bounty hunters to her to buy some information. Though this guy looked different from anyone she had dealt with. "By the way, there's coffee on the desk over there. Help yourself." She may not trust him much yet. But there was no reason to be hostile either. It just meant that she would be on her guard and keep her gun within reach at all times.
I just KNEW Kevin would laugh at her for trusting the safety switch. It's not like she's an expert or anything like that. :P Before the virus she worked a normal day job and hacked as a hobbyist. Back then she hadn't even held a gun before, so yea...
The man commented on where she had put her gun, at which she shrugged. "That's what the safety switch is for." She spoke, not moving to shake his hand. She still didn't put a lot of trust in him, or the company. This was just something that was at least worth checking out to her. "Name's Zara. I'm going to pack my things." The woman spoke as she started walking to her bedroom. "I need to at least put some proper clothes on, plus I'm not going anywhere without a laptop at the very least." Sure she could go online without one, but for certain things having a separate connection was pretty useful. Plus her computer held several important programs, and some games that could keep her entertained in down-time. She had no idea what a woobie was, though she didn't really care either. Zara knew just fine what she'd need on the road. A sleeping bag, at least one pair of extra clothes, a hair brush, and a plastic sheet in case they couldn't find shelter in an abandoned building or some such. So she grabbed the sleeping bag off of her bed, took a plastic sheet with a military pattern off her wall, took a pair of clothes out of a closet that was barely holding together, and stuffed them all in the backpack she normally used to scavenge the area around the city for useful things. Once that was done she took a bit longer to shift through her few still mostly clean clothes, and picked out a bra, a black tank top, camo print cargo pants, white socks, and a pair of steel-tipped work boots. She'd love to wear something more...fashionable. But living in the wasteland didn't give you a lot of options.
Once she was finally done with that, the woman quickly brushed her hair, put the brush in the backpack as well, and headed for the computer room for her final stop. The laptop joined the rest of her things before she headed to the garage. She had packed with the intent to return here once this was over, so most of her things were left behind. Though then again, most of the things here weren't exactly worth much anyway. Nothing that couldn't be replaced easily enough. Once in the garage she walked towards her bike, looking it over another time. "I have to connect the fuel intake again, but after that he should work again. So give me a few minutes. Should at least make the trip a bit faster." It depended on if they could find fuel, of course. And on what kind of terrain they would be riding. At least it was a dirt bike, so going off-road wasn't a problem.
Once she was finally done with that, the woman quickly brushed her hair, put the brush in the backpack as well, and headed for the computer room for her final stop. The laptop joined the rest of her things before she headed to the garage. She had packed with the intent to return here once this was over, so most of her things were left behind. Though then again, most of the things here weren't exactly worth much anyway. Nothing that couldn't be replaced easily enough. Once in the garage she walked towards her bike, looking it over another time. "I have to connect the fuel intake again, but after that he should work again. So give me a few minutes. Should at least make the trip a bit faster." It depended on if they could find fuel, of course. And on what kind of terrain they would be riding. At least it was a dirt bike, so going off-road wasn't a problem.
Sounds impractical...a guy constantly standing behind her, holding her chest up...xD
Haha, oh you army/gun enthusiast you. I know you're in the army, but still. :P
Anyway, look at the picture I posted of her...those hurt if they bounce around. Actually, even small ones start to hurt if they bounce around too much. :)
And yes that is better.
Anyway, look at the picture I posted of her...those hurt if they bounce around. Actually, even small ones start to hurt if they bounce around too much. :)
And yes that is better.
She opened the glass door for him to enter, not for her to exit. :P I mean...she's standing there in a night shirt, no bra (which will start to hurt after a while), no socks or shoes, and a pair of pants... Plus, as he said, that's no way to carry a gun. At least not long-term. Basically, she needs to pack a few things first, and she isn't about to leave her bike behind now that it's probably finally works again.
Also, what a woobie? >.>
Also, what a woobie? >.>
No problem. I realise it's a hard thing to think of. I couldn't think of anything either. :P
Zara rolled her eyes as the man puffed his cigarette like a madman. Though this gave her a bit of time to enjoy her own, at least. If the guy was bullshitting her though, she wanted to finish this quickly. As she was expecting some customers today. They both puffed their cigarettes in awkward silence for a bit before he started talking again. Talking to someone from this company didn't sound like that good of a plan. She had never trusted the large corporations, and wasn't planning on starting now either. Though there wasn't much to lose from talking to them, probably. "Just let me warn you, if you give them any hint of this location, I will kill you immediately." It would still mean she'd have to move, but at least it would give her the satisfaction of killing this guy.
Then man then started fiddling with his cybernetic arm. She smirked at his comment, wondering what made him thing she'd freak out over it. Zara had a mechanical arm herself. Plus, she regularly ripped human bodies apart with her hands and teeth. A twistable, detachable arm wasn't exactly freak out worthy to her. "You know, you should really buy some maintenance supplies for that arm. Those lock-ups happen because you don't take care of it enough." She was by no means an expert. But being forced to take care of and fix her own cybernetics for the past years had given her some experience at least.
Eventually a microphone was pressed against the glass. That wouldn't do much good, but she had drilled small holes in a circle in the glass for just that reason. "Hold it over here at the holes. You'll have to press the button for me." She spoke, finally throwing her cigarette on the ground and stamping it out as well. "So, talk." She spoke once the other side was able to hear her. Next came what basically sounded like a sales pitch. The money was pretty damn good though. 5000 credits. Half of it would give her enough to get her cybernetics properly checked out, and she would even still have enough to buy a enough bodies to eat for a month or so. However, she doubted it was going to be that easy. So she wanted to come prepared. "I have some demands. I'm bringing my guns and keeping them on me at all times. I will not enter any rooms that can potentially lock me in. And lastly a warning. If anything smells suspicious, I will shoot first and ask questions later."
The other side spoke again. "Hold on, I will need to confirm with the higher-ups." After that there was a minute or two of silence before the voice spoke again. "Everything is confirmed. We will be awaiting your arrival then. And try not to eat our operative on the way." Zara ignored the last comment. She had gotten used to the prejudice by now. Plus, they did have a point. She may be sane most of the time, but hunger could turn her into a rampaging nutter as well, even if temporarily. "Guess you're lucky and get to live for now..." Zara spoke, moving to the side of the door. There she first opened a small wall-mounted cabinet to take out a Predator IV heavy pistol, shoving it in her pants at her back. Then she pressed a button right beside the glass door to unlock it. "Any wrong moves from you you know what'll happen." She warned before finally opening it.
Then man then started fiddling with his cybernetic arm. She smirked at his comment, wondering what made him thing she'd freak out over it. Zara had a mechanical arm herself. Plus, she regularly ripped human bodies apart with her hands and teeth. A twistable, detachable arm wasn't exactly freak out worthy to her. "You know, you should really buy some maintenance supplies for that arm. Those lock-ups happen because you don't take care of it enough." She was by no means an expert. But being forced to take care of and fix her own cybernetics for the past years had given her some experience at least.
Eventually a microphone was pressed against the glass. That wouldn't do much good, but she had drilled small holes in a circle in the glass for just that reason. "Hold it over here at the holes. You'll have to press the button for me." She spoke, finally throwing her cigarette on the ground and stamping it out as well. "So, talk." She spoke once the other side was able to hear her. Next came what basically sounded like a sales pitch. The money was pretty damn good though. 5000 credits. Half of it would give her enough to get her cybernetics properly checked out, and she would even still have enough to buy a enough bodies to eat for a month or so. However, she doubted it was going to be that easy. So she wanted to come prepared. "I have some demands. I'm bringing my guns and keeping them on me at all times. I will not enter any rooms that can potentially lock me in. And lastly a warning. If anything smells suspicious, I will shoot first and ask questions later."
The other side spoke again. "Hold on, I will need to confirm with the higher-ups." After that there was a minute or two of silence before the voice spoke again. "Everything is confirmed. We will be awaiting your arrival then. And try not to eat our operative on the way." Zara ignored the last comment. She had gotten used to the prejudice by now. Plus, they did have a point. She may be sane most of the time, but hunger could turn her into a rampaging nutter as well, even if temporarily. "Guess you're lucky and get to live for now..." Zara spoke, moving to the side of the door. There she first opened a small wall-mounted cabinet to take out a Predator IV heavy pistol, shoving it in her pants at her back. Then she pressed a button right beside the glass door to unlock it. "Any wrong moves from you you know what'll happen." She warned before finally opening it.
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