ooc: This isn’t easy, and I’m sorry it has to happen.
I know this makes me a huge hypocrite, especially considering just how much I’ve been on tumblr the past few weeks. But school starting next week made me realize I’ve definitely been overdoing my activity here, to the point where it’s been cutting into other projects and commitments. There’s a lot of things I’ve started to fall behind on.
I’m really sorry to all my followers and fellow RPers, old and new. I know just last night I was adding follows and sending messages like crazy, but…I was in a better mind to think about things during the day. I need a break from tumblr RP, and I’m not really sure if/when I’ll be picking it back up.
Please, PLEASE don’t think anything you guys have done has made me leave! You’re all great writers, great RPers. I’ll really miss prose-ing it up with all of you here, and your wonderful character portrayals. You’re also some of the nicest people I’ve ever met…I’m sorry I can’t be that great to all of you. I’ll be on Skype, so, if you want to talk about anything, just drop a note in my inbox and I’ll send you my Skype name.
ooc: oh gawd.
stayin up too late
movin back into school on Suuuunday
I must SLEEP but ilu all and I’ll be back tomorrow night
asksubjectzero started following you
Is there anything that I can do for you, ma’am? [She cocks her head at the strangely-attired woman.]
an-augmented-grin started following you
The man glanced down at her, hands deep within his trench coat’s pockets. As a curve arched his scarred brow, Adam shook his head. “A cyborg? Not entirely. I could be listed as one, but for now, I’m just… superhuman.”
With his heart slightly still real, and his brain completely organic, his limbs are what threw him into that specific category. He wasn’t surprised that that would be her first guess. “Who are you, may I ask?”
His words puzzle the mechanic somewhat. How could being enhanced in that way not qualify him as a cyborg? Well, best not to force the label on him. It took time for people to accept such things. And regardless of how he labelled himself, it was an immense relief to meet yet another of her kind.
“My name’s Anita Griffith,” she introduces herself, holding out a hand to shake “I’m…a cybernetically-enhanced person as well, sir,” she explains nervously. Still, it feels as if she’s finally let an immense weight off of her shoulders. “What brings you here, if I might ask…?”
Classic cyberpunk characters were marginalized, alienated loners who lived on the edge of society in generally dystopic futures where daily life was impacted by rapid technological change, an ubiquitous datasphere of computerized information, and invasive modification of the human body.
an-augmented-grin started following you
“Hello, how can I—” Anita’s voice stops in mid-sentence as she takes in the newcomer’s appearance. Her eyes widen in shock and something that looks oddly like happiness.
“You’re…you’re a cyborg?” she asks, after collecting herself. The mechanic’s voice sounds like she thinks this is too good to be true.
Hey…uh, you okay? *She asks with a scratch of her head, seemingly appearing out of nowhere*
[Nita eyes the other woman carefully, wary from the suddenness of her appearance.]
I haven’t really been, no…your name’s Jenny, isn’t it? We’ve run into each other before.
Mhm. I’m really sorry but I don’t remember yours. I work at a hotel and I learn close to 100 names a day. It’s hard ‘ta keep track. Haha…But yes. I think I met ‘ya a couple days ago.
I’m ‘nita. I think I was in that place, yeah. [She rubs the back of her head, a nervous habit.]
I was, uh…trying to find a few people while I was there. I’m sorry if it caused any trouble for you, my head was all over the place…
S’not a problem really. I must have been super busy to not remember you so easily. And um…It’s fine. No one was hurt in the process! That’s all that matters. You look sick. Do you have a headache? I get those all the time and I have this awesome super strong painkilling medication I take for it.
[She opens her mouth partway, but freezes up for a moment. It takes her a bit to relax, but she still looks unsure.]
I’m not sick. Just not well…it’s been going on for a while. [She looks reluctant to continue.] …you’re very kind.