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

[codere]

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.

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[ 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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[codere]

[ 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?

[perfectdisaster]

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. ]

[codere]

[ 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.

[perfectdisaster]

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.

[codere]

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.

[perfectdisaster]

[ 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.