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Post by QUIRINA on Feb 13, 2011 14:05:37 GMT -6
 The first thing Quirina became aware of as she entered the End of Line club for the first time was the loud, booming music. She didn't mind it...in fact, one could say that she even enjoyed the repetitious beat and energy. Though, one also could not tell these things by the seemingly idle look on her face. The program twisted and carefully avoided the dancing programs on the floor, making her way towards the bar. The loud, rhythmic music drown out the sound of her footsteps as she walked towards her destination, moving slowly to avoid being hit by an unaware program or even user on the floor. Quirina slid into one of the seats and ordered herself a drink, drumming her fingers lightly on the counter - something that was also drown out by the pounding beat of the music that blasted from what seemed all edges of the End of Line Club. Her metallic eyes flitted from one program to another, observing each of their actions. Some were giving off a friendly vibe, some a darker. Some seemed to be enjoying themselves, while other seemed to be...bored. The ISO quickly turned her head back to the tender as a drink was placed in front of her before the program turned away to attend to someone else. She lifted the drink to her lips and allowed the liquid to pass through, welcoming the satisfying taste as it slid down her throat. She was mostly solitary at the bar, though a few programs were speaking at the other end. Absentmindedly, she'd chosen to sit away from them. She could see why programs and users enjoyed this Club - it seemed like a fine one. Quirina lifted the drink to her lips once again, this time finishing the rest of the liquid in just one gulp. - - - TAGGED: Anyone~ w o r d s: 305 NOTES: None ^^ LYRICS Dryer // Seen Enough |
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Post by BEOWULF NOCTURNE on Feb 23, 2011 1:18:36 GMT -6
Beowulf had decided to make a rare trip to the End of Line club. No, he didn't see the need to come out here when he had Seer to do such things for him. It was actually due to his program that he had decided to show himself. He was supposed to meet with Seer in this establishment before getting a report later on. Instead, it seemed he was being delayed as there wasn't any sign of the predictor anywhere. A smirk plastered itself onto his face as he smugly thought of how he had successfully fooled all of the security thus far. His plans were in no danger of being found out.
After a few moments, he decided to take a seat at the bar. Some female was next to him, though he merely concentrated on getting a drink at this point, catching the attention of the tender. Most likely, she was a program anyways. But then, there were the isos. Those, he wanted to learn more about, but not simply for enjoying a history lesson - if there was one to be had. He picked up the glass that was finally set down for him, and he inspected the glass before finally taking a gulp.
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Post by QUIRINA on Feb 24, 2011 14:52:16 GMT -6
Quirina eyed the male that had slid into the seat next to her and though her expression seemed uninterested, there was a small bubble of curiosity inside of her that threatened to escape. Could it be a user? That was something she wondered every time she spotted an unfamiliar program. Damn Gem and her armory giving every program and user the same look. Well, the only way to find out is to ask, she decided. "Program, or user?" The ISO inquired in a blunt tone, studying him intently as if she could tell from his features. She knew it was mostly programs that assembled at the infamous End of Line Club, but the talk she heard was that there were users entering occasionally as well. It was almost unfathomable how much she wanted to learn about users, about the world they lived in. It was just hard for her to ask the questions and let the curious program out. The program tilted her head slightly in a question mark after she asked the question before bringing the drink to her lips once more. - - - TAGGED: Beowulf/Open :3 w o r d s: Guh I forgot... NOTES: FINALLY THE THREAD HAS ENSUED. xD LYRICS Dryer // Seen Enough |
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Post by BEOWULF NOCTURNE on Feb 25, 2011 0:33:42 GMT -6
Beowulf was startled by the sound of a female voice that was speaking assumedly to him. He looked to his side and sure enough the woman that he had sat next to was looking intently at him. He smirked at her and took his time in answering, drinking more from his glass. Once he set the glass down, he finally decided to answer, somewhat. "What's it to you?"
Seeing how serious she was, however, the smirk left his face. "Err..I'm a user," he added. "And yourself?" What was it? Why did she ask such a question to him? Did she want something with a user? Or perhaps a program? His guess was a program, just based on her question, not to say that he couldn't be mistaken. It was best to see what her reaction was to his answer and go from there. It seemed as though his program was going to take his time in arriving as it were anyways. This meant he had time time kill and amuse himself with speaking to this woman.
"It would be more prudent to ask for my name before my status as a user, wouldn't it, Miss....?"
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Post by QUIRINA on Feb 25, 2011 16:51:03 GMT -6
The ISO's only response to his first question was a tiny smirk that developed slowly. She glanced down at her beverage, and suppressed a frown when she realized that the glass was empty. Quirina used a wave of her hand to signal to the tender that she'd like another. Quirina paused for a moment once the word 'user' slipped from his mouth and had to choke back a bubble of questions that threatened to escape her mouth. What's the real world like? How does it work? Though her blank expression wouldn't allow her to show it, a spark of interest shone in the program's eyes. She gave another pause when asked her own race, contemplating whether to give it out or keep it a secret. Withholding information was another habit Quirina had. Suddenly, an amusing response caught her interest. "What's it to you?" She repeated his previous response, though one might detect a hint of light joking in her voice. She would tell, she decided, but she would wait a few moments - see what his response would be. "Nobody ever said I was prudent," she mused aloud. But if they had...in her opinion, they should've been derezzed long ago for being insane. She was certainly not a careful character, especially with her words. Blunt and honest was more like it. - - - TAGGED: Beowulf/Open. :3 w o r d s:  Forgot...again. NOTES: Nooooooo. LYRICS Dryer // Seen Enough |
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Post by BEOWULF NOCTURNE on Mar 3, 2011 0:57:27 GMT -6
Beowulf looked bored at the response to his question about her being a user or program and looked at his glass. "Well, if you're going to make me guess, I will do so with the logic you have just presented me with," he stated, then lifting his glass. "Either you're an extremely uncreative user, or you're a program who just knows what others tell you. With that said, my hope at the very least is that you're a program."
He then toasted his glass towards her. "Am I right?"
The programmer then drank the rest of his glass, whatever the hell was actually in it, and set it back down. He didn't have any intention of getting anymore either. It would be his luck that a user would like himself could get intoxicated by the liquids that this establishment provided, and Beowulf refused to act like an idiotic, drunken fool. Yes, he knew he was rude but his ability to care was long gone. It would take a cold day in Hell for him to care about anyone without anything for himself to gain.
"I hope I at least get a name," he chuckled. No, he wasn't prone to small talk, so being in a conversation with anyone, user or program, left him little to speak of.
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Post by QUIRINA on Mar 4, 2011 14:59:14 GMT -6
Quirina had to give him his props in the educated guessing department. Technically, he was half right. But there was no way he could guess she was an ISO at all unless the glowing mark on her arm revealed itself, which was highly unlikely as it was hidden under her armor. The program gave the user a stare that was two parts impressed and one part blank, a look at that could almost only confirm his guess. She continued to study the user, as if taking in every little detail would give her a vast amount of information about the real world and the user himself. Interesting it seemed, that a program so prone to keeping her privacy would be so hungry to learn about others. The ISO was so involved in her thought train that she almost didn't hear the last bit of his speech. Thankful that she did catch it, a slightly amused mood caused the corners of the program's lips to lift into a tiny smile to show it. "Quirina."- - - TAGGED: Beowulf~ w o r d s: Fuuuu. I forget. NOTES:  LYRICS Dryer // Seen Enough |
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Post by BEOWULF NOCTURNE on Mar 11, 2011 1:13:06 GMT -6
Beowulf nodded. "Beowulf is mine," he stated, trying to decide on what to do next. He spent little time speaking with programs aside from his own. And yes, he had no earthly idea that the lady before him was an iso of all things. "So then..." he began, trying to think of something. Ah! That was it! "What was it exactly that caused you to speak to me as you did?"
It was a bit odd to pick him out from a crowd, at least in his opinion. He wasn't the most approachable guy by any means, being eccentric at best. Oh well, Quirina had picked her poison. With any luck, the program would leave him alone soon and get back to work like good little programs should. But, he knew nothing about Quirina's functions. "So tell me, program, what do you do on the Grid?" He further inquired, his tone sounding less interested. If he felt ready for his plans, his only use for her would be to a virus carrier. Actually, he wasn't even sure why he even cared to talk as much as he did. For now, he'd just keep going until either Seer arrived, or he gree tired of being around her.
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Forgot...again.