estoria | light it up like paparazzi calling out my name; (CLOSED)

Who:

Rin &

Heero.
When: 7/12.
Where: Niteo, a bar in the Entertainment District.
What: Rin's having trouble with money as usual. Heero's been dispatched to resolve the matter.
Rating/Warning: PG-13, violence between two deceptively violent individuals.

[ While it was rare for Rin to go to work in the first place, the days following the robot incident resulted in her spending a lot more time in the night club. Her position was never once compromise due to forces beyond the spirit hacker's control but she made up for it by putting on a show every time she was present. With the amount of technology surrounding her, it was easy to manipulate the atmosphere and charm the loners in the club. Whether it was to dance or to sip at a drink, Rin found she preferred to be surrounded by noise than attempt to sleep at night.

Since her mind was in scattered fragments, a few things slipped by. Running an intricate link between multiple accounts to circulate credits artificially took a lot of care and lately, she hasn't had the attention to keep up with it. Which meant some bills weren't being paid for and one of them was especially of concern since it had to do with a limited resource.

Oops.

At least there was one good thing to be found in her post-traumatic state: predictability. Each night she's here, late, and doesn't leave until it's morning. Why, she might even slide right into the booth beside someone if they look a little broody. ]

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[ Technically speaking, he's not supposed to hunt down those assigned to him. Call them, yes. Basically harass them over the phone, yes. Hunt them down personally... not so much. Calling people is boring though, and harassing them is not something he cares to do because it requires too much talking, so clearly this is the way to handle things. The only thing that makes it difficult is when they're hard to track.

But right now, he's taking a break, and while a club is not a place he'd typically spend time at, it beats spending the night staring at schoolwork... even if he's not a dancer or a drinker. Besides, he's used to the noise of a battlefield, so a club is fairly comparable if he ignores the fact that he's horribly out of place here. At least the booth he'd chosen is out of the way, leaving him to sit quietly with a glass of water and something small to nibble on while watching the people around him, his back to the wall, door in sight.

He'd been paying more attention to his cerevice than to his surroundings, though, when movement caught at the corner of his eye makes him pause to glance in their direction. Sigh. So much for a quiet night. He'll move over a little bit to give ~~himself~~ them space, at least. ]

[ The gesture is silently appreciated as Rin enjoys having plenty of space herself. Instead of commenting on that however she'll raise attention to the most pressing issue present. ]

You're too young to be here. [ With that out of the way, she'll (rudely) crane her neck to try to take a peek at his Cerevice. ]

Also not very good at blending in. Who comes to a club and stares at their phone the entire time?

I'm sixteen. [ Age requirements aren't a thing he's really dealt with before - if being a teenager was enough to pilot a giant death mecha, then surely that's old enough to do most anything (even though most pilots saw the Gundam pilots as being children). Well, that and nobody's ever told him to his face that he was too young for something before.

But the attempt to look at his Cerevice is what pulls him away from the device, immediately shutting it off and setting it on the table. ] What else would I be doing?

[ Technically, he should be working. Or doing homework. One of the two. ]

Homework. [ It's as if she read his mind. ] Sleeping.

I don't know.

What kind of jobs do teenagers have again? Mowing lawns? Well, it isn't as if there are any lawns here to mow.

Babysitting?

[ Yes, she just implied that he's babysitting material.

She doesn't even look that much older than him. She's tiny and full of youthful energy, almost as if she doesn't need to sleep at all. ]

Babysitting?

[ Heero with children? That's just asking for trouble! But at the same time, she doesn't know him, so he'll let it slide. Though, it might help if she didn't look about his age... ]

I've never done any of those. [ Okay, the sleeping, yes. The homework, grudgingly, but again yes. The rest? Not so much. ] And I wouldn't know what sort of jobs normal teenagers have. Besides, if appearances are anything to go on, shouldn't you be doing the same?

[ Ask a silly question, girl, get a silly question in return! Or something like that. ]

Guys are real perverts and like the girls that look young which is why I do really well here. [ Talk about being blunt with her honesty.

There's no lie in that though. That seems to be a preference. ] Plus if I really wanted to, I can just change my image with the technology around here like I can in ViViD. What would they call it in a video game? Glamour..?

[ It's as if she's hatched a new money making scheme in her mind... but she brushes it off, not wanting to really share it with this boy. ] You didn't come here to chat it up with a pretty girl or boy, did you?

[ He wants to comment on the guys being perverts thing, maybe apologize because he's really not interested because she's not his type -not that he knows what his type would be if he did have one- but she's right. He isn't there to chat anybody up... and if he tried, he'd probably bore them to tears or it'd be painfully awkward. ]

I'm taking a break from work, which is neither babysitting nor mowing lawns. [ A pause as he picks his Cerevice back up to sift through some information before turning the screen toward her. Does he care if someone's personal information is out in the open? Not really. Names, account information, missed payments... the only thing missing are photographs. ] It's a headache.

[ Geez, this guy. ] If it was fun, I doubt it would be called work in the first place.

[ She's going to lean in a bit though and take a gander at his screen since he's presenting it for her. A small part of her is jealous that his job involves using his Cerevice while Rin's involves being social (gagggg) but oh, she may recognize some of that information. ]

So what's your job? Data entry or something boring?

Debt collection.

[ It's one of the least glamorous things he could've chosen, but he isn't one to just randomly find a new job and the other two options had been terrible (really, a sample giver at a candy store and a cybuddy socializer? who picks these things?). But at the same time, it's something he's capable of doing with the least amount of difficulty, so he went with it. ]

Though, people tend to cave quickly and set up a means of payment when confronted directly and threatened with having their accounts hacked. [ He's got no qualms with manipulating data to get the results he needs. It's just like hacking the financial databases of those fancy private schools he had to use for a cover. ]

[ He just says it so casually that Rin believes that once again she's dealing with some kiddy who thinks they're a hot shot. Really, she invites people to try to break into her accounts! The last time she butted heads with someone like that here, it didn't end well with the other party.

Mostly because she tried to break their nose.

Also may have had her body guard try to kill them. Good times. Good times. ]

People just crack like that? I guess everyone's worried about someone invading their privacy but you think they'd want to see some proof of it first.

Not everyone wants to take the risk, so it's surprisingly easy to get some people to fold.

[ The fact that he's usually in possession of his handgun might aid in that a bit too, though. ]

I'm sixteen. If I wasn't capable of doing it, I wouldn't be in this position, as most seem to think I'm a child. [ and he is. ] I have no problem proving them to be wrong.

CERES isn't really kind to those who go around claiming they can script this or that. [ Grats Heero, she's calling you the equivalent of a script kiddy. How does that make you feel? ]

So I'd be careful about who you threaten.

[ The insult earns a glare, eyes narrowing sharply. He's not usually one to rise to the bait, so to avoid it, he reaches out to pick up a knife from among the silverware on the table, flipping it between his fingers to give him some sort of distraction. He's never understood why places always seem to pass off silverware when their patrons may or may not want it. ]

Would you prefer someone end up hurt? [ Because that can be arranged! ] People get themselves so worked up over words. A threat means nothing if one doesn't act upon it.

light it up like paparazzi calling out my name; (CLOSED)

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