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Post by Maxwell Conner on Oct 9, 2005 16:11:37 GMT
The sun had set. It was winter, so of course it was going to be setting earlier, and it was raining. Not a heavy rain, just the light drizzle that no matter what you wore, no matter what waterproofs were concealing your fragile weak human body, it somehow permeated. The park, it was well known, was one of the least watched areas in Zeshia, besides the ruins.
Maxwell liked the park. There were birds and squirells and for a short while you could watch the people when they didn't think they were being watched. There was always the faint buzz of a camera if you happened to walk past anywhere that had cameras, and someone, somewhere in that DPS building, was watching. Failing that it was the bloody computer, the computer which they'd taught Max how to operate on the hopes that he'd be one of the maintence tech guys one day. They'd failed miserably, and no doubt had changed the system.
Of course, there was only so much they could change. Overhauling it completely would mean losing their control.
Max knew this. And they knew this. So at the moment they were at a stalemate, quietly watching one another through various system.
Maxwell let out a soft sigh, dark eyes fixing on a couple that hunched up against the wind and the rain, obviously taking a short cut through the park to get back to their tower. Or the nearest bus stop, whichever way they went.
He stood in the shadow of a group of trees, a few steps back from the main pathway of the park. The cold didn't bother him, nor did the feeling of his long sleeved t-shirt sticking to him from the rain. The dark green combat trousers were soaked through too,but they were all military issue so they didn't restrict or imped his movement. Which was just as well. Black whispy hair stuck to the back of his neck and as he moved off through the grassy areas of the park - not stepping on the paths- he began to make his way on foot towards the living towers.
There was some rumors of a group being collected to take him out, and as the old saying goes:-
Know thy enemy.
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Post by iknowimagenius on Oct 9, 2005 17:31:51 GMT
Mei silently padded along the park's path, her tennishoes making enough sound to be noticed by those endowed with accute senses though all others wouldn't. She had a way of not being noticed if she didn't want to.
She found a patch of semi dry grass, removing the hooded jacket and tossing it down to sit on. The drizzle didn't bother her but she didn't want to get too wet. It was nice and dry under this tree though, and she liked that. But she adored the cool misty air, blessing her cream skin with a spraying breeze. And she let out a sigh.
It wasn't the sort of sigh from someone happy, or someone overworked, as one might think. It was a desperate, miserable sigh. The truth was Mei was far from happy. It was almost as if nothing felt real anymore.
She removed her notepad from her pocket and put in her earphones and began working on lyrics. She needed better ones. She just wasn't satisfied with those she aleady had, so with the unlyriced soundtrack blaring, she focused on nothing hoping the words, as they usually did, would just begin to write themseleves... And they did. And she sang with them softly as they did, her voice carrying a few feet away to another shady, shadowy patch of trees where a ghost from her past was hiding.
"ooooh wreckless dreamer,
have no idea what you're looking for,
no idea what's now in store....
Oh, bladeless fighter,
the paths not clear,
the others rear,
their heads to keep you in their sight..."
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Post by Maxwell Conner on Oct 9, 2005 18:01:42 GMT
Max ignored her. What would've been the point of investigating someone who was asking to be raped or murdered? He barely noticed people unless he was specifically looking for someone, or was trying to look someone out. Max had the ability to pass off as someone that was just another someone.
As long as you were walking down the street, very few noticed you. Max knew there was no pictures of him on any DPS files, as he'd deleted him. All they had to go on was the few DPS officers who been unfortunate enough to encounter him on his -investigations- or the few fuzzy images of him on CCTV, which were vastly declining now anyway, as he rarely ventured into the city.
Plus the little signal jammer he had in his pocket worked wonders too. It didn't knock out single cameras, no. Just messed with the signal by sending out a tiny EM pulse that caused the cameras to say there was a mast somewhere being prodded about with, and it cleared as soon as he left the immediate area. It worked for whole blocks. Max thought it was the best thing he'd ever been shown.
As for the girl, she was just another face in the crowd that Max didn't give a rats arse about. More than likely she was an annoying teeny bopper, who having been raised in the system, didn't have the faintest idea what real hard life was all about - yet would nevertheless whine on about how this whole system was *unfair to her needs*.
They were the kind of kids Max used to set off the bombs and distract the DPS.
He continued to move through the grass of the park, heading for the main road and setting off in the direction of the Living Quarter. It wasn't far, maybe about two, three miles at most.
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Post by iknowimagenius on Oct 9, 2005 18:12:40 GMT
Mei felt eyes pass over her, like that sort of funny sixth sense that everyone talked about, but no one every really believed in. Well she was encountering that feeling. Looking up, it was like something out of a dream- a memory of the past. She caught a glimpse of Maxwell, and everything within her froze.
She wasn't cold as she was used to living on a farm part of her life, romping through the morning snow in her pajama's laughing as her parents bade her to come in. Well she had gotten pneumonia twice, but now she hardly ever got sick.
Her mind felt sick now. Something about that gaze, the way his eyes reflected a lethargic sort of care, a state worse than apathy at that moment like he would just as quickly lead her away and then blow her to bits. It was disturbing, and yet, it sparked something that she couldn't quite place. A long gone memory, dormant in her overloaded mind.
Mei didn't hear her music still blaring, didn't see the word's she'd written, didn't feel the drizzle blowing in her face or the way her hair whipped and flung loosely in its ponytail. She didn't care about the way her wet sleeveless top clung to her damp skin, or how her pants were sticking to her legs. It was as if time had frozen.
Then blinking in another second, it was over. He was out of her visual range and she looked down at her notepad blankly wondering what she had been doing. Recalling quickly, she rushed off to finish the song in the sanctity of one of her little holes. She could watch the world, and not be watched by the passers by. Finish it off, and drink her cappuccino.
Another night without sleep would have to come to pass, she needed one more song by tomorrow at ten: Caffeine was on the menu tonight for sure.
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