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capeandcowllogs2011-06-08 10:22 am
hackeralastair) wrote in capeandcowllogs2011-06-08 10:22 am
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WHO: Alastair and Kiryu
WHERE: Hell Towers 1006
WHEN: Sunday night
WARNINGS: none that I know of
SUMMARY: depressed boyfrands have a chat about why life sucks
FORMAT: paragraph
Alastair had already been doing a fair amount of moping and hiding, ever since the nerds invaded and he found himself unable to control his power again. He only used it to get himself safely out of the downtown area and back across the river, at which he consciously chose to release the three souls he had captured. It was good to know he had that ability, but he spent a lot of time afterward thinking about the ramifications. Then Hiruma, ever-reliable, always-there Hiruma, disappeared and didn't come back after a few days, and Alastair pretty much didn't leave his room except to go to work and eat. The only person he didn't withdraw from was Kiryu, though they weren't really talking much to each other.
Sunday evening found him yet again in the quiet hidey-hole of his room, most of the lights off and only the glow of his laptop screen showing anything. He had been searching around for information about any of Hiruma's underhanded exploits, but the guy hid his tracks so well that even a hacker of Alastair's caliber couldn't trace most of his steps. He had given up and was now idly trolling online conclaves where people were still discussing the nerdvasion, ruining the dreams of anyone who supported the movement to send Imports home. It was beyond malicious for him - he wanted anyone who held that view to pay for the loss of his friend, and everyone else he had lost. Funny cat pictures weren't enough, there were accounts being wiped and identities stolen over this.
It didn't make Alastair feel that much better, but it did pass the time.
WHERE: Hell Towers 1006
WHEN: Sunday night
WARNINGS: none that I know of
SUMMARY: depressed boyfrands have a chat about why life sucks
FORMAT: paragraph
Alastair had already been doing a fair amount of moping and hiding, ever since the nerds invaded and he found himself unable to control his power again. He only used it to get himself safely out of the downtown area and back across the river, at which he consciously chose to release the three souls he had captured. It was good to know he had that ability, but he spent a lot of time afterward thinking about the ramifications. Then Hiruma, ever-reliable, always-there Hiruma, disappeared and didn't come back after a few days, and Alastair pretty much didn't leave his room except to go to work and eat. The only person he didn't withdraw from was Kiryu, though they weren't really talking much to each other.
Sunday evening found him yet again in the quiet hidey-hole of his room, most of the lights off and only the glow of his laptop screen showing anything. He had been searching around for information about any of Hiruma's underhanded exploits, but the guy hid his tracks so well that even a hacker of Alastair's caliber couldn't trace most of his steps. He had given up and was now idly trolling online conclaves where people were still discussing the nerdvasion, ruining the dreams of anyone who supported the movement to send Imports home. It was beyond malicious for him - he wanted anyone who held that view to pay for the loss of his friend, and everyone else he had lost. Funny cat pictures weren't enough, there were accounts being wiped and identities stolen over this.
It didn't make Alastair feel that much better, but it did pass the time.