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[rockin_outloud]

 Matrix!au

The quiet squeak  of the sponge on the glass grated in his ears, leaning down to soak it in the warm, soapy water before straightening, moving it in wide circles over the store-front window. His hood was pulled up and over his lengthening hair, sunglasses obscuring his eyes. In the shadow of the skyscrapers or not, the city was too damn

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[misschimera]

She filled her mind with information she couldn't have used anywhere else; a stream of numbers and repetition that were her only advantage over the people walking beside her in the crowded streets.

Alvers, Lance. Avalanche, in the real world.

And if their estimations were correct, he'd soon be lost, flushed down the drain like so many others they'd failed to help. She wasn't going to let that happen to him, not after spending so many hours keeping him and his interest alive.

[rockin_outloud]

New bucket, new sponge, clean water, same motions. The reptitive was mind-numbing, even as used to coding as he was. That at least was some kind of challenge. Too much of a challenge, lately, searching for something that didn't exist. Not that he could find. It was enough to make him wonder if his obsessive tendencies were finally going to do him in.

Tilting his glasses down slightly, he peered over them at the passing crowds, ice blue taking in the sea of faces with disinterest.

[rockin_outloud]

New bucket, new sponge, clean water, same motions. The reptitiveness was mind-numbing, even for someone used to coding. That at least provided some measure of a challenge. Too much of a challenge lately, searching for an invisible man. It was enough to make him wonder if his obsessive tendencies were finally going to do him in.

Tilting his glasses down, he peered over them, ice blue eyes scanning the passing crowds with disinterest. All the same faces. Sheep being led to the slaughter.

[misschimera]

He looked straight at her and then away, as if he couldn't see her there. Good. She was meant to blend in, at least for a while. The longer she was like every other numb soul plugged in, the longer she could keep him under the radar.

Dark sunglasses reflecting his image right back, she approached him confidently, knowing that the longer they spoke in public, the greater the chance of attracting attention.

"Hello, Lance."

[rockin_outloud]

He raised an eyebrow at her, scanning her form appraisingly before gong back to his task, squeezing water out of the sponge and watching the water trace paths through the soap.

"I know you?"