Mike Forester - Revision history

Randomgirl at 05:01, 25 March 2007

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	It was only the fact that the data pouring into her brain shouted that something was not quite right which caught her attention. A flash of the data put together showed her that Russell and four guys--a different four, as the first set would not be walking anywhere of their own accord for the rest of their lives unless they suddenly became rich and moved to the upper levels--were headed this way, wielding armament that would made things difficult if she was to keep her evening bounty safe. Backing up, she slipped into a crevice between buildings and drew back into the shadows.		It was only the fact that the data pouring into her brain shouted that something was not quite right which caught her attention. A flash of the data put together showed her that Russell and four guys--a different four, as the first set would not be walking anywhere of their own accord for the rest of their lives unless they suddenly became rich and moved to the upper levels--were headed this way, wielding armament that would made things difficult if she was to keep her evening bounty safe. Backing up, she slipped into a crevice between buildings and drew back into the shadows.

	~~"Hey, JC said~~ she ~~came this way," said one of the men.~~		The men she'd noticed coming never saw her, venting off their frustrations on the surrounding buildings. Their sounds took a long time to die out, time that Mike used to read her materials...when she looked up, she realized that she had been standing in this crevice for four hours using the fading light from the alley to read.

	~~"JC is usually hopped up on stims," said Russell.~~

	~~"She couldn't just vanish, nimrod," another said.~~

	~~"Let~~'~~s go."~~

	~~The men moved off~~, ~~shuffling~~ off their ~~frustration by using their clubs and other devices (one actually whirred with moving blades--Mike was impressed) across the buldings and the various containment units along~~ the ~~way~~. Their sounds took a long time to die out, time that Mike used to read her materials...when she looked up, she realized that she had been standing in this crevice for four hours using the fading light from the alley to read.

	Shaking her head, she picked her way back to the lifts, where one, like a friendly puppy, was already waiting for her. She stepped inside, and took it to the top, the moving sidewalks guiding her, as if they were programmed just for her, back to her place.		Shaking her head, she picked her way back to the lifts, where one, like a friendly puppy, was already waiting for her. She stepped inside, and took it to the top, the moving sidewalks guiding her, as if they were programmed just for her, back to her place.

Randomgirl at 04:53, 25 March 2007

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	"Thanks, Danzer. See you in a bit. Stay safe."		"Thanks, Danzer. See you in a bit. Stay safe."

	Danzer nodded. Only a month ago they'd gone over that it is generally considered appropriate to say something rather than abruptly departing. If nothing else, she certainly learned quickly.		Danzer nodded. Only a month ago they'd gone over that it is generally considered appropriate to say something rather than abruptly departing. If nothing else, she certainly learned quickly and at least this time it wasn't something like "Goodbye, Danzer, hope you don't die before I see you next."

	Mike stepped out of the safety of the shop and ran along in the darkness for a while. She lifted one of the items from her pile and began to scan it as her feet took her to the route she'd selected on her way in, her body conforming to tight spots and climbing through windows without paying much attention.		Mike stepped out of the safety of the shop and ran along in the darkness for a while. She lifted one of the items from her pile and began to scan it as her feet took her to the route she'd selected on her way in, her body conforming to tight spots and climbing through windows without paying much attention.

Randomgirl at 04:52, 25 March 2007

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	Just thinking about it, her com activated her door and she walked in to her place. It was a multi room apartment, though she'd never thought of anything to do with the other rooms. The largest one had debris from the lower levels--concrete and crates--as crude shelves, stacked among them all the various items of interest she'd picked up over the years. One wall was free of these shelves, and projected onto it were various art displays...whatever she found interesting this week. Facing the wall was the most comfortable chair that she had ever found. Leather and cloth, it had a soft blanket folded beside it. She spent more than half her life in that chair. It was likely her favorite place on earth.		Just thinking about it, her com activated her door and she walked in to her place. It was a multi room apartment, though she'd never thought of anything to do with the other rooms. The largest one had debris from the lower levels--concrete and crates--as crude shelves, stacked among them all the various items of interest she'd picked up over the years. One wall was free of these shelves, and projected onto it were various art displays...whatever she found interesting this week. Facing the wall was the most comfortable chair that she had ever found. Leather and cloth, it had a soft blanket folded beside it. She spent more than half her life in that chair. It was likely her favorite place on earth.

	The other rooms in the apartment were empty, just as they had been when she'd taken the job with the agency. Oh, the recruiter had discussed having a decorator come in and add some--what had she said? Personality. That was it. Personality to the place. But Mike just didn't see the point. She hoped, some day, a boy might sleep over, but she was fairly certain, after trying that after one of the parties in the lower levels that she had observed, that it was far better not to take them to your own home.		The other rooms in the apartment were empty, just as they had been when she'd taken the job with the agency. Well, except the kitchen. There she did her experiments with various food products. Oh, the recruiter had discussed having a decorator come in and add some--what had she said? Personality. That was it. Personality to the place. But Mike just didn't see the point. She hoped, some day, a boy might sleep over, but she was fairly certain, after trying that after one of the parties in the lower levels that she had observed, that it was far better not to take them to your own home.

	She changed her display. She sat in her chair, she set the chrono in her com and then she read. Two hours before she needed to rise for work, the alarm went off, she put her things down, curled up with her blanket, and slept, exhaustion leading to dreamless sleep...just the way she liked it.		She changed her display. She sat in her chair, she set the chrono in her com and then she read. Two hours before she needed to rise for work, the alarm went off, she put her things down, curled up with her blanket, and slept, exhaustion leading to dreamless sleep...just the way she liked it.

Randomgirl at 04:31, 25 March 2007

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-'''Mike Forester''' is 21 years old, gangly, pretty, awkward and completely involved with helping other people and learning things, in that order. She spends a lot of time outside the 'net despite her primary profession which usually involves infiltrating and compromising network security.
+"Hey, Danzer, I'm here for my fix," Mike said cheerfully, opening the small door into the dark, musty room. This place used to overpower her; she was sensitive to smells and tastes and sounds and this place had them in spades. But she was getting used to it.
-She has brown hair, sea-green colored eyes, and reads telephone directories for fun. She also likes actual reading materials when she can find them, shuns simulations where possible and has a noted fear of water--she prefers not to go anywhere near large bodies of water.
+"Mike!" Danzer bounded from behind a stack of--well, whatever it was he'd scrounged this week. He approached her, and she held out her hands as she did every time she came by. He swept them up in his clan's recognition of friend, and she answered it, although, as usual she did it just a second too soon and just a fraction wrong, nervous as always. This business of clan interaction among families in the lower levels fascinated and confused her; she found dodging people on the walkways of the upper levels daunting enough without having to know how to say hello properly.
-Those who know her think of her as sweet and just a little bit off; kind of unusual in perceptiveness, and then easily distracted by something bright and shiney.
+Danzer laughed, corrected her hand position, kissed her hands, and then bounded back around his pile of prizes. A few short seconds later, items began to fly in different direction as he dug into the pile.

Randomgirl at 05:51, 8 March 2007

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	''Mike Forester'' is 21 years old, gangly, pretty, awkward and completely involved with helping other people and learning things, in that order. She spends a lot of time outside the 'net despite her primary profession which usually involves infiltrating and compromising network security.		'''Mike Forester''' is 21 years old, gangly, pretty, awkward and completely involved with helping other people and learning things, in that order. She spends a lot of time outside the 'net despite her primary profession which usually involves infiltrating and compromising network security.

	She has brown hair, sea-green colored eyes, and reads telephone directories for fun. She also likes actual reading materials when she can find them, shuns simulations where possible and has a noted fear of water--she prefers not to go anywhere near large bodies of water.		She has brown hair, sea-green colored eyes, and reads telephone directories for fun. She also likes actual reading materials when she can find them, shuns simulations where possible and has a noted fear of water--she prefers not to go anywhere near large bodies of water.

	Those who know her think of her as sweet and just a little bit off; kind of unusual in perceptiveness, and then easily distracted by something bright and shiney.		Those who know her think of her as sweet and just a little bit off; kind of unusual in perceptiveness, and then easily distracted by something bright and shiney.

Randomgirl at 05:51, 8 March 2007

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	Mike Forester is 21 years old, gangly, pretty, awkward and completely involved with helping other people and learning things, in that order. She spends a lot of time outside the 'net despite her primary profession which usually involves infiltrating and compromising network security.		''Mike Forester'' is 21 years old, gangly, pretty, awkward and completely involved with helping other people and learning things, in that order. She spends a lot of time outside the 'net despite her primary profession which usually involves infiltrating and compromising network security.

	She has brown hair, sea-green colored eyes, and reads telephone directories for fun. She also likes actual reading materials when she can find them, shuns simulations where possible and has a noted fear of water--she prefers not to go anywhere near large bodies of water.		She has brown hair, sea-green colored eyes, and reads telephone directories for fun. She also likes actual reading materials when she can find them, shuns simulations where possible and has a noted fear of water--she prefers not to go anywhere near large bodies of water.

	Those who know her think of her as sweet and just a little bit off; kind of unusual in perceptiveness, and then easily distracted by something bright and shiney.		Those who know her think of her as sweet and just a little bit off; kind of unusual in perceptiveness, and then easily distracted by something bright and shiney.

Randomgirl at 05:50, 8 March 2007

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Randomgirl at 05:49, 8 March 2007

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Mike Forester is 21 years old, gangly, pretty, awkward and completely involved with helping other people and learning things, in that order. She spends a lot of time outside the 'net despite her primary profession which usually involves infiltrating and compromising network security.

She has brown hair, sea-green colored eyes, and reads telephone directories for fun. She also likes actual reading materials when she can find them, shuns simulations where possible and has a noted fear of water--she prefers not to go anywhere near large bodies of water.

Those who know her think of her as sweet and just a little bit off; kind of unusual in perceptiveness, and then easily distracted by something bright and shiney.