Bueno, I hope you don't quit. If you can pull this through and see it to the end, you'll be rich.
Spoiler You are tired. You have been awake since this morning doing nothing but things that make your tired. You feel like collapsing and passing out right here. As much as you'd like to mill around this ****** little city like a vagrant you manage to contain yourself. You can't go back to the apartment, the sniping location or your workshop. This town is so terrible. There is nothing to do here at all. Might as well head over to the internet cafe thing they built when they thought all the kids were into that animu stuff and wearing dumbshit clothes. Looks like the Asian sensation never quite made it to middle of ****ing nowhere. Big surprise. Either way, it's a place to sleep where people won't ask you to check your gun. You also hope they have locks on those rooms. The creepiest folk seem to hole up in places like that. At least when the Convention is in town. You shudder. Maybe the airport lobby isn't such a bad idea... [] Man up. You can handle a few creepy kids. [] Pussy out. Those lobby chairs aren't that uncomfortable. [] Plan C.
Don't strain yourself.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fatigue_(material)
User: Jiku Neon Doll's Name: 'Snowflake' Doll: Spoiler Nobody's favorite assassin.
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Spoiler Without really thinking about it you strip, starting with your pants. You're about halfway out of your shirt by the time he notices and drops the stack of papers he was quite recently futzing with. He starts blushing and stammering and the whole stupid works. You tell him that you need to get your exoskeleton off and that if he gets this flustered by you he must be a wreck around his fiance. When you hand it off to him he grumbles something about senses of shame and gets back to work. You smirk slightly. This guy you know is easily manipulated at least. Not like a certain other person. The video of Wesson was particularly disturbing because he seemed to be doing nothing. His job was something that looked like nothing and if it looks like nothing, how are you going to know when he's doing it? He's the kind of person you usually avoid when possible. But now you'll be working with him and a bunch of other people you don't particularly like for two years. You're finished dressing yourself again and it feels weird not having the feel of the polymer skeleton on your skin. You glance over at your victim, because that's what he is right now, a victim of blackmail. He's nearly done being a victim at least. All your stuff seems in order and he's walking over with some papers. According to him, somebody looking at these is going to think that they're replacement parts for a factory in France. They'll stop off in Bristol a few days after you and that's when you'll be able to get them under the pretense of being the next shipper as long as you show them the documents he hands you. You thank him for his cooperation and then congratulate him on his engagement. You're not mean, just not in the mood for bullshit. So you turn on your heel and walk out. He mumbles something you don't catch but don't really care about. Once you're outside you realize how late it is. Around 3am. You [] find a place to nap until your flight. [] bum around the city. [] Look back through your phone again.
Question is: How's it taste?
Everyone does it. You've done it. I've done it. We've all been horrible to someone at some point in our lives and thought it either a small thing or completely justified. That's human. That's inevitable. But you ask for justification here, so I'll give it to you. There isn't a justification. A logical person would simply ignore someone they hate or avoid them. But people want to have fun and they have an audience to egg them on because no one really disagrees most of the time. Where are you for the other 99% of the time? People who don't like Amaury should simply stop talking to him at all. He'd lose all the posters in his threads and who knows what would happen then. But the cold, logical way isn't what people will do and being everflowing fonts of love and acceptance is even less likely.
He has a bad reputation because he does nothing to make them think well of him and awful lot to make them think ill.
But if we know that's his plan from the start, we will not fall of this ill conceived ruse.
That's not what endearment means.
When they do it, it's funny. When you do it, it's not.
Weak.
you can't see me.
You're going to keep up your end of the agreement even if he doesn't keep his. You call him while remaining out of his line of sight. He answers with the same nerves he displayed earlier. You ask him if he's planning something. He swears up and down that he's not and that he isn't as ungrateful as all that. Then you ask what he's doing outside. He's supposed to be waiting for your call. He said that it was too stressful being inside with other people. You ask him why he's so stressed out. He says that he's about to break the law. You tell him that it's not that bad. Laws aren't worth following most of the time. He goes on about how laws protect people and you zone out until he's done. You tell him to go back inside and open a more discreet entrance for you. He slowly accedes. Once you've entered the building you notice two things. It's ****** and he's the only one there other than you. When pressed for why the mousy haired thirty something says that everyone's busy with some affair going on at the abandoned runway. You punch him in the arm and let that be the end of it. When you finally get to the processing room you drop the Anzio case and all the guns you want him to send and tell him to do it. He starts going on about how he can't right now or there's a process. You start to tune him out again when you notice something. You ask him if that's an engagement ring and he nods. You smirk at him and then tell him that you're glad you didn't save his worthless ass for nothing. He flushes slightly. You get up real close to him and ask if she's prettier than you. He flushes more and finally gets to doing his damn job hustling your stuff around, scribbling out approvals and whatever else it is he does. During all this you remember the exoskeleton. You have to unequip that. Since it's under your clothes it'll be easier to take it off if you aren't wearing your shirt or pants. You [] Drop your pants. [] Ask where the restroom is, there's one more thing for him to send off. [] Tell him to turn around.
Because haters gonna hate.
I'm saying it's not getting easier. It'll never get easier. Not for you.
