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Post by CASTOR on Jan 19, 2011 2:27:48 GMT -6
The distant pounding of the club circled around Castor's ears. A pleasant, but rushed woman had been talking to him for the better part of an hour and for the entirety of the one sided conversation, Castor had been bobbing his head to the mp3's music, drowning out her sob story. A sympathetic smile was plastered onto his face and that seemed to be doing good by her for she never felt the urge to shut the fuck up. He had waved to about a dozen people, twirled his cane to the beat, glancing out the window next to them, but she was relentless and his signs of obvious rudeness were just unseen by this program. What did she really need from him anyway? Really? He hadn't heard a word she said. It's not like the grid was a dangerous place anymore. It was downright boring. A yawn crept out of his throat at the pure thought of it. There was nothing she really needed. Maybe there was a program that he had helped create unwillingly and she wanted some form of payment because of his dastardly deed of spreading his circuitry around like wildfire? She should be thanking him! He was a unique individual, after all. Not like that boring Tron or the other bland programs running about. No, she wasn't here about any of that because she probably would have slapped him by now. She just looked scared and torn.
Castor let himself in on her little speech of a rant and when he did, it seemed to be coming to a close. "So, can Zuse get me back to the portal? I don't know how and I feel like I won't be able to get back in time. Please, help me." Ah, she was a user. Was she kidding or was she really that stupid? You could come and go as you pleased now and there were solar sailors every two seconds. Castor gave her a courtesy laugh and stopped twirling his cane to stare at her with a demeaning look. "Surely you can't be serious?" He asked in a cold and disgusted tone. She blinked at him with wide eyes and nodded her head innocently. Oh, good User. But Castor was so clever and sly that he could use this to his advantage. Blinking feverishly himself, he brought himself to give her another fake smile before bringing himself closer and placing his arm around her. "I tell you what, my dear. How about you come back tomorrow and we'll talk about it in private? I'll have to work the system for some way to get you back to your world, out there." He motioned around him as though there was a mythical sight of wonder and enchantment. "Zuse is a busy man, but I'm sure you're just the type of girl he would want to see. I trust you can make accommodations to stay somewhere until then?" She nodded and gave him a thrilling smile as though he was her savior. Saviors didn't screw their followers after tricking their idiotic minds into thinking that they had to do something extraordinary in order to be heard. In this case, she was going to be conned into sleeping with Zuse's right hand man before any help was given. Boy was she going to feel foolish when he would just point her in the direction of a solar sailor.
Castor turned away from another poor fool subject to his deception and went to mingle with the rest of his guests. He was the master of pointless small talk and dishonest flattery. He held himself proudly as he waltzed about the place, ignorant to anything going wrong for him at any time. It was always the same, day in and day out. People came and went for their perfectly mixed energy and for their inquiries they wanted Zuse to handle. It was all getting a bit draining and dull. When would this blasted program get a break and have someone go out of their way for him instead of vice versa. It was always me, me, me so he naturally would act like he would have a impenitrable air about him that emitted bursts of confidence and a selfish, flashy show. When was he going to get what he wanted? Well that did backfire on him in the past. Trying to attempt a prize he was to be given at the misfortune of others. Control of the city for a trade of The Maker's disc. Of course he should keep to being some sort of crass faux pawn. It was what he was good at.
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Post by GEM on Jan 19, 2011 19:47:23 GMT -6
End of Line, the informal center of Tron city, had once been a shining tower of hope to both programs and Isos. Controlled by the white knight Castor, well Zeus then, the Grid's protector of Isos. Not that GEM had ever seen that End of Line, nor know that Castor. No, the only End of Line she had even known was the one she now entered. The one with its deep pulse of the music, and the constant movement of glowing bodies in a gleam of illuminating light. The one whose echo of clicking glasses, raised and refilled, could be enough to make any new program feel their senses overstimulate. And the only Castor she had ever known, was the one who ran this End of Line. But than who was GEM to judge, at least Castor, well Zeus, had attempted to help once, what had GEM done--
“So...umm...what...” [/color] GEM’s eyes slid slowly back to the program that still stood next to her. He wasn’t a dated program, but he certainly wasn’t one of the new high tech ones either---- It, he, was an annoyance to her, though no one could probably tell such. When she had lured him to the club like she had so many others, she didn’t expect him to stay next to her. I have to be more ‘careful’ of my selections. She grabbed a drink off the passing tray before turning to scan the room, but was drawn back when she felt the program shift next to her. Give the program a drink... and then another until he gets a bit more lose or at least falls in sleep mode...Which ever would make him get the heck away from her. “So...are you..”[/color] Really...whatever you are saying I don’t want to hear it. Instead of actually speaking said words, GEM simply shanding her barely touched drink into his hands, before lightly pushing him into the crowd...in the opposite way she planed to go. She managed to glimpse him floundering before being caught by one of the many entertainment programs that frequented the club. Good luck with him...GEM had barely managed a few steps when she heard an all too familiar voice, a draw that, if she was any more of an emotional program might bring a smile to her face. But she wasn’t and it didn’t, so instead she leaned against a close wall, watching the exchange between Castor, and and young, very worried, girl. Probably a user...they never planned well. Well most of them didn't. She had met a few exceptions. GEM didn’t managed to catch the conversation by the time she had slid close enough the girl had been dismissed, and was hurriedly making her way through the crowd. GEM barely managed to avoid the girl’s shoulder as she rushed past. The girl was lucky, some of the other programs might give her flack for that. This was the Grid, she,if she truly was a user, was s visiter. GEM slided from the wall, grabbing a drink from another passing tray, this one she planned to keep. Taking a slip, GEM felt the shocking jolt of it slid down her throat. Finally... Her eye’s followed the girl as she left the club, before they found their way back to the real spectacle of the night. Not that he would have it any other way. [/font] [/size] [/center] |
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Post by EDWARD DILLINGER JR. on Jan 21, 2011 10:31:47 GMT -6
There was a slight "ding" and then a "swoosh" as the elevator doors opened. The occupants of the lift slowly exited, spread out, and merged into the crowd, all but one. The lone figure stood silently as he slowly looked over the club and all of its occupants. He wore glasses, a blue long-sleeved button-up dress shirt, italian no-wrinkle black dress pants, and a vest with circuitry around the collar and the ends of the sleeves. The circuitry on the vest was a brilliant white, but every few seconds the color of the circuitry would change. The man was no other than Edward Dillinger Jr. and only he knew that he was strictly here for business. Edward merged into the crowd, carefully as to not get his personally pimped-out vest from getting damaged.
Dillinger stepped around some programs and barely avoided a girl who was dumb enough to run through the crowd as he made his way to the bar. He leaned over the counter and thought to himself, he was here to find Zuse AKA Castor and... well, talk with him. Dillinger frowned as he stood up straight and had another look around the club, he had never met Castor before or even knew what he looked like, it would be hard to find him. There were only a few things that Dillinger knew about Castor/Zuse: He has a lot of contacts and resources, he's been around for a long time, he owned the End of Line, and that once he played a vital part in capturing Kevin Flynn's disc back in Dec. 2010. "What is the best way to catch the attention of the owner of a club?" thought Edward, his eyes slowly moved to two programs behind a pane of glass, likely controlling the music of the club. Suddenly, Dillinger had an idea.
Edward took a quick look to make sure the way was clear before heading over to the two MP3 programs' window. Edward reached up and tapped the glass a few times and spoke loud enough for them to hear, "Hey, that song is great and all but its starting to make my ears ache. Could you two play something a bit more relaxing or soothing, like... I don't know, easy listening?" Edward was sure that a comment like this would be sure to have Castor storming over. Still, the music playing was something of an earache and he hoped that the two programs would see his point of view and change it, Edward would've even settled for some light pop music.
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Post by CASTOR on Jan 30, 2011 23:03:21 GMT -6
Castor beamed at his triumph of baiting yet another user into his little web of bullshit. There was nothing better than being smarter than someone else and using that intelligence to get what you desired. Turning his head to glance across the club to see if any other moron stuck out like a sore thumb, he only came across Gem. Well, they both stuck out more than most. The pale whiteness of beauty about her drew people in. She was like a black widow spider veiled in an innocent pale. He gave her a swift nod and an almost sincere looking smile. Almost only because there were others around that might catch glimpse and become a custom to that certain curve of his lips. No. That was reserved for actual friends. Not piss drunk programs and users that went back and forth with small talk.
Just as he was about to go over and speak with her about the awful crowd tonight, a voice hit him like a ton of bricks. It was as though he were a bat, singling certain frequencies out without deliberately trying to. Castor's head turned with a snap as his icy gaze searched and then spotted the culprit who made his circuits tingle with danger. The question was insulting.
"Could you two play something a bit more relaxing or soothing, like... I don't know, easy listening?
Even the MP3's glanced Castor's way. If he were under their helmets, there would have been confusion and horror. They were programmed to only play this type of music. Any other type was like speaking another language. He marched over, smashing his cane into the ground unconsciously with each step. Approaching the obvious user, he gritted his teeth and looked furious. This was a rare sight to see on his face, just like the genuine smile. "What do you think you're doing, sweet user?" He said through gritted teeth with a bit of bite toward the end. "There are no requests." His jaw unhinged with the last word and his voice carried out through the club. If anyone noticed, they didn't show it. Castor was not a program to be trifled with when it came down to the nitty gritties. Sure, he was fun and games when things were going his way, but if someone fucked it all up, he was not a nice princess.
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Post by GEM on Feb 1, 2011 19:00:25 GMT -6
He had caught her eyes as he had make that faint ghost of a smile. Some might have mistook it for a simple twitch of lips, a meaningless un-noticed gesture. But GEM who had been there long enough saw the smile behind it; which even in the buzz and headache of the large crowd made her circuits hum contently. GEM noted his movements and was planning to met him halfway when she saw his head snap to the side.
"Could you two play something a bit more relaxing or soothing, like... I don't know, easy
listening? [/color] The minute the voice had sounded GEM’s eyes had seeked out the speaker, while a faint smile ghosted her lips. You, user, just opened a can of gridbugs...that might just rip you to pixels. And despite the possibly verbal thrashing that might occur and that possible awkward pause that would possibly follow; GEM slipped quickly through the crowd to get closer to the scene. What do you think you're doing, sweet user?"[/color] GEM could practically hear Castor's teeth grind together in a rare show of public angry, as she reached for another drink. GEM was slightly puzzled, it wasn't like Castor to lose his demeanor, but then perhaps his day had been as circuit-blowing as her. GEM looked down at the drink now present in her hand, while ears still tuned in for any more of the conversation. This 'drink' was green and GEM winced Ah, a special... but she figured it was best to hold on to it. Help with damage control. Energy sometimes could calm down an user... As GEM watched and waited she wonder if she should step in, but than there had been a few users that had seem a bit to comfortable overstepping the rules. She'd be there if needed but for now she stay in the background and keep the club running smoothly. GEM eye’s slid to the DJ’s who still seemed unsure, puzzled. GEM motioned with her hand slight]y, hoping that they would get the message to continue, and if possible play an even more throbbing, pulsating song. [/font] [/size] [/center] |
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Post by EDWARD DILLINGER JR. on Feb 1, 2011 21:01:19 GMT -6
Edward followed the gaze of the MP3 programs, to see a program with a cane marching over. Edward looked at his cane and then at his obviously angry face. So this must be Castor, only the owner of such a esteemed establishment such as End of Line would be so furious over a simple request. Edward nearly smiled, the program had acted just as he had expected him to. Edward wondered if the rest of the encounter would go as planned. Suddenly Edward was gripped with the sudden urge to anger the program further, by requesting for something else... like something from Magic Flute. He decided otherwise as Castor drew near, in fear that he might just take his cane and beat him with it.
"WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING, SWEET USER?"
The programmer folded his right arm along arm along his chest and perched his left elbow on his right wrist, he gently stroked his beard with his left hand. He stood up straight and as a tall as he could, to give him an air of superiority. He slightly tilted his head back, which made it look as if he was looking down on the program.
"THERE ARE NO REQUESTS."
Dillinger took a moment to analyze Castor's words, clearing his throat and then speaking to the bitter old program, "Am I to assume that you're Castor, the proprietor of this fine establishment?" Edward gestured to everything around him before continuing, "My name is Edward. I'm sorry to have offended you. It was, a, uh, ruse of sorts to draw you out from the crowd." Edward cleared his throat once more, "You see I'm here on behalf of Samuel, uh, Flynn. Some, uh..." Edward paused to sigh, "Problems have been brought to our attention and well, I'm just going to say it. You're in, well, trouble... Can we talk somewhere a bit more private?" Now Dillinger watched Castor closely and intently. Edward had gone through this plan and this potential scenario many times, this was something he couldn't quite afford to screw up, now he just hoped things would continue to proceed as planned.
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Post by CASTOR on Feb 7, 2011 3:03:08 GMT -6
Castor would much rather have went over to Gem to speak with her. They usually had it look official, but he was genuinely just wanting to talk about nothing really in particular. Why did it always have to be about business? Never any fun. Why couldn't someone just come up to him and not ask him for a favor and instead ask him for a dance or a pleasant conversation. Gem never needed any favors so it was a nice breath of fresh air around her. Of course other things, but given the topic on his mind...
The way this user was carrying himself in front of the owner of this club was insulting. He was the one in charge and that wasn't about to change. If this Edward fellow barked out any order, he would be met with swift force to kick him out on the elevator as hard as possible. And with programs, that was quite hard. The didn't have puny muscles or blood to worry about. Just bolting electricity and that got strong when you needed it to. A simple slap across this boy's face would leave his cheek scarred. Instead of stooping to the user's level of looking mighty, Castor instead just glared up at him with undying irritation in his eyes.
"I am..." Castor said, not even bothering to try and fake a smile with this person. If he weren't such a pompous fool, Castor might have been his normal self, but this was not the case, obviously. He could get catty if he wanted to. "How could I be in trouble? Everything looks fine to me." He straightened his shoulders and gazed around the club with drastic head turns just to prove his point, now finding the need to give a sarcastic grin. As soon as his eyes slid back to the user, the grin vanished as quickly as it had been brought up. "I don't see why I should grant you that request, pickle." It was Castor that called the shots around here, not some user that helped brush off a few bugs.
As he spoke to Edward, Castor let his eyes slide to the side to lock gazes with Gem. To this user, it would merely look as though he were nodding to what he was telling him, but it was a certain flick of his head that signaled Gem to approach.
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Post by sam on Feb 8, 2011 11:24:21 GMT -6
 | [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,350,true] If there was one place on the grid that sam didn't want to be, it was the end of line club. he had known about castor surviving Clu's explosion for a while now, and his visit was long overdue, but that didn't mean that he wanted to be there. The man had sold him and his father out, and was a crucial part in the events that lead to the death of his father. How could he just walk into this bastard's club and make nice with him? He knew that politics of the grid meant he'd have to, but he was as stubborn as his father had been. If he had come any earlier, he probably would've thrown Castor out a window. After speaking to Tron and Clu about it though, they decided Castor was a necessary ally. Sam hated it, but he couldn't let his personal feelings get in the way of the success of the Grid. His father had worked way too hard to let some old grudges get in the way of the release.
He entered the club with familiar flashes of the past playing through his brain. The music pulsing up through his feet as he stared at the nearby programs, dancing around and groping one another. Things really hadn't changed much at all. He doubted he'd be starting any large fights in here anytime soon, but he was still on guard. You never knew what Zuse had up his sleeve. Something that Sam had learned the hard way once, and would never forget.
He searched through the crowd, watching the programs and several users having a pretty good time. Okay, he had to admit that if he and Castor didn't have history, this would probably be one of his favorite places to hang out. He walked up to the bar and ordered a drink, not really caring what he got. The blue concoction didn't exactly look delicious, but apparently it was the house specialty. He took a sip and scanned the crowd for familiar faces. He didn't want to make the first move here, but he was sure his presence was known the moment he'd walked in. He tipped his drink toward the DJs in the booth overhead and the music changed around him, the heavy base sending vibrations through his body. As long as the users were having a good time, he wouldn't complain.
notes: sorry this took so goddamn long. -headdesk-
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Post by SEER on Feb 13, 2011 12:03:50 GMT -6
Seer had been in the club for a good portion of the day. He often hung out here, if only to eavesdrop on other programs. Being programmed to gather data to get the "feel" of the events on the grid was perhaps to blame for such behavior. And it was safe to say that End of Line had a good deal of the "feel" of the grid in it. He didn't mind buying a drink or two whenever he came by but he much preferred watching drunks than being one. The program usually didn't have to ward off too many programs, but today had been different. It had been a bit more reckless today, a couple of programs had tried to get up close but he ignored them. Most times, he wouldn't mind some small talk, but not today.
The day had taken an interesting turn when that arrogant user stepped in. It immediately made him come in closer to see what was going on. Castor certainly was stubborn, and with what was going on, he guessed the user would be as well. He quickly downed the drink he had been sipping at for the past couple of hours and decided to see where this situation would go. Out of the corner of his eye, he noted other movement. He almost didn't look. When he saw the latest arrival, a smirk played across his features. "Well...that's something you don't see every day..." he commented, looking in Sam's direction.
And really, it wasn't. Not here. Unless Seer was mistaken, Sam Flynn had never been in this establishment. He knew for sure that this was the first time he had seen the user in the club at least. Which way to go, which way to go... Ah, he gave up for the moment and waited to see what would transpire between Castor and the overconfident user. What a sight it would be to see that user get thrown out! His smirk returned as he watched the two with blatant interest. What a nosy program he was...
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Post by GEM on Feb 19, 2011 16:40:54 GMT -6
She had noticed him, when he had walked in, as interesting as the other user had been. How could she not...she could still remember the look in his eyes when he had figured out their betrayal of him, his father and...that Iso. It had been a look that might have messed with even the finest programming. But GEM hadn’t had much time to fathom that before that all mighty...ruler...had come along and derezzed her all to bits. Jerk Which was putting it quiet lightly.
Still she felt a certain buzzing in her circuits when she saw him, settled at the bar, next to a relatively immobile program. GEM also felt a wave of something wash over her circuits too, she wasn’t sure what it was...It was cold, and sickening, and as much as she wanted to walk over there and speak to him...try to explain the whole situation to him...she knew her reasoning wouldn’t be enough. She knew from what she had seen and been told humans were emotion-based creature. There were not programed to follow logic or orders. For survival...well she doubted that anything she could say or do know would alter his fixed opinion of her now.
GEM had been so caught up in her thoughts that she had almost missed Castor’s motion to her. She grinned, internally, alone by themselves later, she might rib him about his inability to hand the user...but now she go to him. Be the ‘prefect little siren’, waiting on his every want. With drink in hand she slipped towards the duo, sliding beside Castor. She poised, drink in hand, awaiting Castor’s next move. Eyes flickering to the User... Poor unknowing you...
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Post by EDWARD DILLINGER JR. on Feb 23, 2011 13:00:06 GMT -6
Dillinger continued to stroke his beard, still watching Castor's movements. The program was a master of expressions, able to hide his true feelings and show them in a flash, at least that was what Edward thought. Sometimes the way Castor talked or moved seemed almost human, and that intrigued the programmer to some extent. However, Castor was a program, and was thus beneath him. Edward found it annoying that he had to try and convince the program at all, he should've just naturally conformed to Dillinger's wishes in an instant. All of this just fueled Edward's wish to shut down the grid, maybe in the passing years he'd recreate it and make it so the programs behaved as programs should.
Edward looked to his right for a moment, for something caught his eye. That was when he saw him, Sam had walked in. Well this was just perfect, wasn't it! Now he couldn't have any kind of moment with Castor or Sam would become very suspicious. Dillinger took a deep breath as he seemed to stiffen up, his mind raced as he wondered what to do next. Things weren't going as planned so Edward had to come up with a new one. He soon decided to drop the original plan of recruiting Castor, for now at least, he was being uncooperative. However, the opportunity wouldn't be wasted, it was time to strike some fear into the hearts of these programs.
Dillinger reached deep into his pockets and shuffled around, withdrawing a device that looked something like an iPhone. He held it at his chest and looked down onto it, opening the Mail app with a touch of his finger. With a few quick movements he had sent an email of unknown contents to an unknown recipient. Edward focused his attention back on Castor as he put the phone back in his pocket.
When Dillinger looked up, he smiled - or perhaps it was a sneer - at Castor. He muttered under his breath, "Well then, it seems like a demonstration may be in order." After that he spoke clearly and in a friendly manner, "I hope those windows aren't too hard to replace," he gestured towards the large window at the end of the club. "Excuse me a moment," said Edward as he turned himself towards Sam and walked towards him, through the crowds.
The programmer spoke very loudly, and could be heard over the mingling programs and users, "Sam! It's been so long. How are things on the other side of the screen?" Edward approached Sam and stretched out his hand to shake his, patting him on the shoulder. He handled himself in an unusual way, or at least unusual for him. It was all to throw everyone off, none of them knew what was going to happen in the next few minutes. "I've been working on a project here myself. I've created a new security program that I think you'll be very interested in! He'll be here in a minute or so, do you have much time? I'm sorry if I seem odd, I've been drinking a bit and I think its starting to affect me." It was complete lie, he hadn't drank anything since he had first walked in and likely the energy served here wouldn't do crap to a User.
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Post by jinx on Feb 24, 2011 17:47:26 GMT -6
I KNOW YOU BETTER THAN THIS, I COULD BE HERE ( WHEN YOU CALL )M A K E Y O U T O P O F T H E L I S T !
Jinx sprawled luxuriantly on a sofa in a casual stance, feeling the pulsating beat of the music shudder through her body. She glanced around at all the other programs and Users dancing there with more than a hint of annoyance. None of them were who she was looking for. Her target had failed to show. Now she would inevitably be in trouble with her client, and probably have to go hide out again for a while. She sighed and smoothed down her long, straight blonde hair. This was the first time in a while things had not gone according to her plan, and it made Jinx incredibly frustrated. Someone must have tipped her target off as to Jinx's true identity and profession. She wondered who that someone could be.
Oh well. She hadn't had the opportunity for any "playtime" in a while. Jinx pondered over what personality she would adopt this evening. The glassy-eyed, jaded party girl, not too far from her own persona? The bubbly, baby-voiced socialite? Or perhaps the provocative vamp. She hadn't gotten much practice with that one in a while. Jinx changed her body language accordingly, arching her back slightly as she sat and changing her expression to be more sensual and mysterious instead of the hard, cold, truly disappointed face she had had only a moment ago. She had different names for each of the personalities she could replicate; she called this one Lynx, a fitting name for an act so predatory and teasing.
And so, she waited for someone, anyone, out of the dozens of people at the club, to approach her.
AND IN THE CRUSH OF THE DARK ---
I'LL BE YOUR LIGHT IN THE MIST
this post is for open!. it happens to be idk words long without all this nifty coding. speaking of which, this template was made by PANIC! ITS LAUZ @ CAUTION. that graphic up there is by VIVA LA HENDERSON! @ CAUTION. the lyrics are from tigerlily by la roux. now all i have to say is sorry this is so short ;~;
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