Black Box 6 [Action post. Around 3:00 am, December 17, 2010. Cranky birthday boy is cranky]
[Jake had woken up only about thirty minutes ago around 2:30 am, his head pounding and his mouth dry. Turned out drinking nothing but coffee and energy drink concoctions dehydrated you, who knew? He had taken some pain medicine, but his headache hadn't diminished. He drank some water and decided a walk around the hallways of the Hyperion would be best. He was 24 today, 24th anniversary of his birth, 24th year of living. And the mark of 24 years of pretty much nothing but shit, at least to him.
Ever since he came to the digital world his life had been turned upside down and shaken like a rag doll. First he found a shop for himself, that was good. Pulled off two somewhere successful heists, not bad there. Then, the day after Thanksgiving it all goes to shit. His partner betrays him first then his shop gets blown up.
And now, here he was, wondering the halls of the Hyperion, sleeping on the couch belonging to someone who knew pretty much nothing about him. She was helping him get on his feet and even bought him a brand new garage and lot, gave him a very trustworthy employee, and asked for nothing in return. He'd be lying to himself if he didn't say he was starting to have feelings for the Vocaloid. She was beautiful, smart, kind, and talented. When he looked at her...he saw perfection. But it was something he couldn't have, she had a fiance. She was going to get married and already had a kid with him...more or less.
All of this was so confusing to him. Why was he even still here? He had his shop, why not up and leave, get rid of the confusion? Because he couldn't. He didn't want to disappoint her. She thought he was a good person. Him? Good? The thought startled him and didn't sit too well with him. He wasn't good, period. He was a bad Kat, a SWAT Kat. He wasn't good in any sense of the word...but she thought he was. And that meant something to him. He had to try and live up to that...for her.
He continues to walk down the hallways, lost in his headache and his thoughts. It would be real easy for him to bump into pretty much anyone this fine early early morning.]
Ever since he came to the digital world his life had been turned upside down and shaken like a rag doll. First he found a shop for himself, that was good. Pulled off two somewhere successful heists, not bad there. Then, the day after Thanksgiving it all goes to shit. His partner betrays him first then his shop gets blown up.
And now, here he was, wondering the halls of the Hyperion, sleeping on the couch belonging to someone who knew pretty much nothing about him. She was helping him get on his feet and even bought him a brand new garage and lot, gave him a very trustworthy employee, and asked for nothing in return. He'd be lying to himself if he didn't say he was starting to have feelings for the Vocaloid. She was beautiful, smart, kind, and talented. When he looked at her...he saw perfection. But it was something he couldn't have, she had a fiance. She was going to get married and already had a kid with him...more or less.
All of this was so confusing to him. Why was he even still here? He had his shop, why not up and leave, get rid of the confusion? Because he couldn't. He didn't want to disappoint her. She thought he was a good person. Him? Good? The thought startled him and didn't sit too well with him. He wasn't good, period. He was a bad Kat, a SWAT Kat. He wasn't good in any sense of the word...but she thought he was. And that meant something to him. He had to try and live up to that...for her.
He continues to walk down the hallways, lost in his headache and his thoughts. It would be real easy for him to bump into pretty much anyone this fine early early morning.]