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Post by ALLISON BRADLEY on Jan 17, 2011 23:08:39 GMT -6
There are some moments in life when you could very possibly be walking in a dream. There would be no way to actually be in something so beautiful as a dream, of course. Allison Bradley would beg to differ now that she was on the grid. She was in awe of the creation of her Uncle Flynn and was internally thanking Sam for finally getting her to come online. There was so much to see and her eyes couldn't stop moving from lighted building to programs passing her on the streets and back. It was completely mindblowing to her. Her expression was that of wonder. A child in the FAO Schwarz in New York City or Charlie when he enters the Chocolate Factory. Allison wasn't really sure where to start or what to do.
Her body felt electrified, as cliche as it sounded. She couldn't think of any other way to describe it. There was no fatigue left in her body at the moment, which was usually ever present these days. After losing the Senate and taking up work at Encom, Allison Bradley needed a break from the usual. She needed an escape. It seemed the grid was going to provide her with that, too. She was having trouble deciding which of the glowing buildings to duck in to. Next time, she was going to make Sam come with her. Simply because she was afraid she was going to break herself or the grid. Surely someone could point her in the direction of somewhere for a user to hang out and observe.
"Excuse me."
Allison stretched her hand out in the direction of someone passing by. She wasn't sure if it was a program or user, but she wasn't sure she cared. The way his circuitry glowed a calming teal-blue surely meant it was someone to be trusted. Allie had played Space Paranoids enough to know the symbolism of color in her Uncle Flynn's world. When she made eye contact with the individual, she was taken aback, although she wasn't quite sure why. For some reason, she felt drawn to him in the way that a moth is drawn to flame. There was some comfort to be found in his stark familiarity, although she couldn't put her finger on it. For a moment, she simply looked at him, contemplating the source of recognition, before mentally shaking her mind free.
"I'm sorry." She said with a slight laugh at her own faux pas. "Could you point me to somewhere I can simply... watch?"
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Post by TRON on Jan 18, 2011 0:24:55 GMT -6
 Tron wasn't the type to just sit back and watch his world from a throne. He always wanted to get out and be physical with the world, even as Rinzler when he wasn't even himself. He was always the one to get out and get things done while Clu would sit back and just laugh at the ones who defied him. Clu was a different program now, Tron knew, but he was still somewhat bitter that Clu felt the urge to keep Tron around as his puppet. Going after user was far beyond who he really was and after Clu put him through chasing after Kevin and his son, Sam, it was just too much for him to bear. He hated it so. As Tron, he vowed never to hurt a user and to be faithful to them. He felt as though he needed to redeem himself to the users after being someone else for a many light cycles. People had told him it wasn't his fault and that he would fight for the users till the very end and he was programmed by Clu to be the opposite. It wasn't really him, they had said. Then why did he remember every action he took like it was? He was set on being a good 'leader' to the programs and help the users with their time on the gird, no matter how long or short their stay would be.
It was becoming easier and easier with each and every user that stepped in the system for him to tell if they were program or not. Users tended to be more in awe of their surroundings and completely innocent to their world. The second generation ISOs were similar, but they were innocent to a further extent that they were almost child-like. He felt proud that he could tell the difference more often instead of being unaware he was in the presence of those he swore to protect and fight for.
Tron walked through Tron city, just keeping tabs on everything. Again, he didn't want to be cooped up in a throne room with guards and people that waited on him hand and foot. It wasn't even his idea to call the place Tron System or Tron City. Kevin Flynn did that many lightcycles ago when he was still young and alive. He would change the name to something a little less seemingly proud, but he also knew that would be an insult to Kevin Flynn and his memory. He knew how the history of the system was started. Programs and users could think otherwise and find him to be shallow. Tron was anything but.
It was relieving not to wear a helmet constantly anymore. Clu did it to hide his face and basically his true identity, no matter if Tron knew it himself or not. Perhaps a reflection in a glass of energy would bring his conscious back to life. Maybe that was why his helmet was never lifted from his face. He could feel a few strands of hair stroke the back of his neck as he walked, something he barely had a chance to experience when Kevin, Clu, and himself were attempting to build the system. A call out to him toward the right caused him to turn his head and stop. Most programs knew him by name so a simple 'excuse me' caught his interest and curiosity. A girl with an outstretched hand was standing there. She had a fresh face and a kind demeanor and her eyes were completely expressive with the emotion of excitement and intense wonder. User. Tron turned and walked toward her, trying to express kindness and genuine interest in what her inquiry was toward him. He always had a thing for users. Fighting for them, talking to them, anything about users, he loved. Programs that loved them and just users in general. He was pretty black and white on the subject. Tron gave her a closed lip smile as he approached, but still possessed the odd solider like stance as he stood with a puffed chest and a straight back. "Watch the games?" He inquired toward her right back with a kind and strong voice. There was something about her, he couldn't quite put his finger on it. Something that made her stand out from all the other users and programs combined. He quite liked this difference.
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Post by ALLISON BRADLEY on Jan 22, 2011 10:19:00 GMT -6
Now that she was on the grid and paying attention, she was able to tell the difference between a program and a user like herself if she took in enough detail. This person that she had stopped in the street assumed such exact posture and characteristics. He was almost military-like in the way that he moved. Allison decided that he must be a program. All of his movements were calculated and just so. Even still, his face was kind. Allison had always possessed a way of telling someone good from bad. This one couldn't hid his goddness from her, even though his stark and official features wanted to misgive the notion. She returned his closed-mouth smile with one of her own, her eye sparkling with gratefulness.
At his question, she creased her brow in thoughtfulness. "Well, I'm not sure." Her face flushed with embarrassment. "I've never been here before." Her eyes glanced around the two of them, half expecting an angry mob to come and sweep her away in the streets. "Any recommendations?" She asked brightly, drawing up her shoulders in question. She half wished that Sam would have come with her. As amazing as the grid was, Allison felt slightly alone. Of course, Sam had been busy with Encom things, but he had wanted her to see the grid so badly, he had convinced her to come on in. She cursed her weakness for Sam Flynn momentarily. It was hard for her to tell him no, and by hard, she meant completely impossible.
"I could actually use a tour guide. Would you be willing?" Again, her face was bright and pleading. There was something about this program that made her feel comfortable and safe, even in this strange new world. She felt as if she already knew him. Extending her hand to him again, she opened her palm. "I'm Allison." With a winning smile, she locked eyes with her new companion. She was slightly scared of his hand locking with hers. All the logic in her brain told her that she'd be overcome with high voltage, but what did she know? The grid had already blown her mind in several ways. "If you have the time, I'd greatly appreciate a friend?"
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Post by TRON on Jan 22, 2011 22:34:32 GMT -6
When Kevin Flynn came to the previous system, he and Yori had a connection. Tron didn't hold it against her that she did. They apparently had history in the real world and Yori could feel that. All programs held a bit of their user in them. It wasn't until then that they realized how much was programming was put into them. Yori was gone now, but her stories of how she felt made Tron think that he was experiencing these too. Did this user have some sort of part in Tron's user's life? For a moment, he had forgotten that time moved much more quickly out there and users aged. Was she involved with Alan1? Of course, then the realization that Alan1 was quite aged now hit him. Then who was she? The only possibility in his mind was some sort of romance because that is what happened with Yori. Tron wouldn't think that this feeling would occur with family relationships. This was a mistake on his part.
She was quite...sweet in her child-like eyes at the way she saw the system. Tron's few energy beams glowed a brighter blue, the T on his chest looking more like a singular letter than blocks of circuitry. She was innocent and new, but she seemed curious to know more instead of fearful of her surroundings. It was appealing. "Recommendations?" He processed the word in his mind and thought up many, but there were few that stood out from his own preference. "Watching the lightdisc battles are quite...exhilarating." He spoke from his own standpoint at playing the games. Tron never really watched and if he did, his mind was elsewhere and he barely paid attention. He wasn't much of a lounging back and watching other people work type. "The lightcycles are also quite popular to watch." Trying to expand his mind to other things besides the games, one more suggestion crossed his mind though it was one he was not particularly fond of. "If you just want to watch programs, The End of Line Club is always filled."
Her inquiry of his willingness sent a dorky grin on his face and a small laugh. Tron had no idea where that came from, but she had brought it out of him. Who was she, really? Grin still wide on his face and his eyes seeming to be apart of the glow, he nodded his head. "Anything for a user." Noting her hand, he clasped onto it and shook. Users were always so warm and smooth. There was a different type of heat emitting from each. His was the kind that light gave off from a light bulb or the heat of a computer. Her's was more... well, pulsating. He couldn't think of a word. Pulling himself forward on her hand, he then took it and clasped it around his arm in an attempt to be more like a guide. Tron always had a problem at personal space with users. "Tron." He looked down at her with a smile after his name was stated.
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Post by ALLISON BRADLEY on Feb 1, 2011 20:19:44 GMT -6
Allison felt quite flustered to say the least. She was frustrated that she had come onto the grid without the slightest idea of what she was to be doing and without the first friend or ally should something go terribly wrong. She really wished Sam were there. "Do me a favor, Tron?" Her eyes turned to her new companion, eyebrows raised in question. There was a slight twinkle of amusement in her eyes. "Remind me to kick Sam's butt when I leave here?" She grinned, meaning to convey the playful joking in her request. She was sure that many programs were very loyal to Sam and she didn't want them to get the wrong idea.
Locking arms with Tron, she let him lead her down the streets of Tron City. "So, the city's named after you?" She asked, looking up at him. Her brow creased again. "I know this is odd, but you look just like someone I know." A nervous grin crept onto her face as she tried to place him in her memory and sighing in frustration when she couldn't. "I just can't figure out who." She hoped that he was a benevolent as the person from her memory seemed to be as she let him lead her around the city. There was something about Tron that made her feel so comfortable and at ease. It was a strange sensation, to say the least.
"So the games?" Allison mused out loud. She recalled playing the Tron and Space Paranoids games with her Uncle Flynn when she was younger. If it had been anything like that, Allie was pretty sure she wanted to try it out. "I don't know, creeping on the programs seems a little... creepy." She giggled a bit, her eyes brightening as she looked up at Tron.
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Post by TRON on Feb 4, 2011 4:09:53 GMT -6
Tron looked inquisitively down at the user he was going to be a tour guide for, wondering what the favor might have been. When she finished telling him, a delighted laugh escaped him, pulling his head back a bit. He hadn't laughed like that in a while. Her presence was almost as good as the energy that kept him alive. She brought out a lighter side to him and it didn't make his circuits feel as heavy. This was an interesting feeling that the program barely had a pleasure of experiencing any more. But where did it come from? The allure, the pure joy, feeling like... a user. At least, from what he witnessed, the users around him were quite filled with emotion while on the grid. "If he returns to The Grid before you leave, I won't have to remind you." He responded, looking back down at her with a warm smile, his eyes brightening slightly.
He started to walk down the street with his tourist, careful to walk slower than his brisk and official pace. It actually felt like a stroll rather than a patrol session. He would need to remember to take it easy on his rounds so stress in his body would not overtake him. Tron always felt embarrassed when a user asked him about the name of the city. "Kevin Flynn named it after me. He held me in high regard as I did with him." He lowered his eyes to the street to take a moment to remember his friend. Careful to not get caught up in it, he turned his head back to Allison, thankful for the change of subject. "Do I? Hm." Tron turned his head forward and furrowed his brow, deep in thought; his eyes staring at nothing in particular. "I feel the same..." He said finally, taking his eyes back to hers.
Grinning, Tron shook his head and let out a rather large sigh, relieving himself of any air that was caught between his programming. "There are large crowds at the games so I suppose you could say the, uh, creeps... are high in numbers." He gave her a half smile, not really knowing if his attempt at a joke would be understood. Creep wasn't really in his vocabulary.
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