What's to Lose? (Open)

[kane26]

Rhan sat idly along the far end of the bar. She had a blank look of a mix of contemplation and utter emptiness written on her face. She hadn't spoken in at least an hour and that was just for the bar tender to mix her drink. tracing the rim of her glass, that she had barely touched, she looked over her shoulder briefly as Castor said something to rile and excite. In all honesty, she wasn't in the mood.

It wasn't exactly a state of depression as much as it was not fully knowing what to do with herself. She had been like this for months in silent contemplation. Unnerved, unmoving, quiet. One or two bad run ins after Klone had made her into a comatose state of numbness. She only existed.

With another small sigh, she turned back to her glass, stirring the glowing straw a bit before finally tilting it to her lips. She winced at the strength of the concoction and placed it down with a small thud, scrunching up her face at it's lingering power. She should've considered something lighter. The music shifted into a lighter, beat, something most would get up and dance to, or recluse into some corner to make out. She had to huff at the pure thought of that. Programs, no matter what always seemed needy. Maybe it was just the fact that she had continued to push so many away, and pleasured herself in continuing to do so. Being a loner never hurt...much.

[GEM]

GEM slightly grimaced at the music, she had always preferred the low pulsing throbs of the more classic End of Line music. One could get much more lost in them, then the hectic high beat of the newer stuff. She had once thought about bring it up to Castor, but she was sure that if she did he would simply laugh and with a large amount of unneeded hand gestures tell her that it was all about "electrifying the people" or "adapting" or something, then probably shoo her away while he the "provider of any and all, entertainment, and diversions: would continue to do just that.

There had been few and far between for the games today. GEM might have suited up one or two, but since the end of programs being derezzed at the game end, and since most programs were already suited, there just wasn't as much to do at the armory as there used to be. Which explained why GEM was there at the bar to begin with. Nothing to do, nowhere to go... Sure, she could go wander around Tron City, lure some program or user here, but since last time...wasn’t going to happen.

GEM’s eyes scanned the bar as she slid behind it. Learning against it her eyes finally wander to a small figure at the end of the bar. A figure who seemed to be finding quite a bit of solace in her drink.
GEM slided a bit closer,

“In need of another?”

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[kane26]

A light voice, almost robotic in nature spoke out against the purr of the music. Someone was attempting communication it appeared. She turned a slow head to face a woman of her complete opposite. Clothed in the pure white and striking eyes, it was no doubt that this program was a Siren. Sometimes they were pleasure programs..other times, they worked in the Armory. She hadn't seen one...well..at least this close in quite a few light cycles. The last time had been during a few rounds at the coliseum, in which she managed to escape, but not since then.

Swallowing awkwardly, Rhan gave a short small nod. "Just...something that doesn't hurt as bad." technically, she didn't mind if it hurt, just preferred something with a little less kick to it. She watched the grace of the sleek program and almost found herself lost in self consciousness and jealousy. The Siren's were always so damn beautiful, and here she was, a dark shadowed ISO with an attitude problem.

[GEM]

She seems familiar... Of course GEM could have seen her at the Games, most people had come to them, in either morbid fascination or in fear of the repercussions if they didn’t go. Or perhaps she had been in the games, one of the few survivors. Looks can be deceiving . [/font]

"Just...something that doesn't hurt as bad." [/font]

GEM raised an eyebrow in an almost imperceptible manner. Well, some one certainly wasn’t a happy program

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"One moment" [/size] GEM slid back to the bar, hands moving with quick motions, she had done such plenty of times. It had become almost second nature. Perhaps if her job at the armory ever ended she could put up for a job here. But between Castor and any and all of the groping hand that would arise... It wouldn't be worth it. Plus with GEM having really never been one of the pleasure programs...sure, she might have lured or teased...made them believe...but she had always left at the last moment...it would most definitely not be worth it. Maybe she had commitment issues. A few more mixes and GEM was done. She smoothly slid the glass over to the program. Then reaching for the empty glass in front of the program, the heavy stench of it raced to her nose. Ugh, no doubt one of Castor’s specials...

GEM reached back and managed to place the glass back behind the bar, to be cleaned. Her eye’s slipping out to scan the crowd. Relatively busy, though, she had seen busier day. Problem was GEM was troubled, she was bored, and though she would never admit it...EVER[/b]... probably a bit lonely. There was nothing to do...and she wasn’t much of a talker. But neither did the girl in front of her appear to be... Maybe we can bond over mutually nothinginess . If GEM was more of a emotionally program she might have rolled her eys, she might give a smile to the girl in front of her. Maybe even attempt to ask what was wrong...’cause it was pretty obvious something was. But GEM wasn’t, so instead, in her automatically emotion-free voice , she verbalized, [/size][/font]

“Those specials tend to be a bit...flamboyant to say the least. It would, in most opinions, be wise to avoid them. “ [/size][/font]

So it might have been a while, GEM was trying.

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