More Human Than Human [New York, U.S.A.]
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				Title: <strong>More Human Than Human [New York, U.S.A.]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RampantDesires</strong> on <strong>23-05-2013, 05:34:38</strong>
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				<div align="center">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/4e/8277301053_a7cb5e593d_z.jpg)</div><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header"> Game Thread Index</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong>Informational/Organizational/Recreational</strong><br>Recruitment Thread (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=173719.0) - Open and ongoing recruitment for new players.<br>Character Roster (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=173794.0) - Approved Character Sheets.<br>Setting Information (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=173879.0) - GM clarification of setting, terms, and an eventual summary of game action.<br>GM Tag Thread (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=175791.0) - Have game related questions/concerns/suggestions? Excellent they should go here.<br>OOC (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=173878.0) - General chatting and asshattery<br><strong><br>In Character Threads</strong><br>New York City (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=174806.0)<br>Foundry Headquarters (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=174182.0)</div></div>A global power city, New York exerts a significant impact upon commerce, finance, media, art, fashion, research, technology, education, and entertainment. The home of the United Nations Headquarters, New York is an important center for international diplomacy and has been described as the cultural capital of the world.<br><br>A Broadway play, a designer hand bag, a carefully genetically modified teenager, amazing Chinese food, anything can be found here. Anything.<br><br>(Since we are still a small group there will likely be many different story lines going on here, if you have a setting that you will be using frequently please feel free to PM me the description and I will put it up here in a spoiler tag for convince.)<br><div class="floatleft"><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Traci's Apartment</div><div class="spoiler_body"> <div class="floatleft">(http://24.media.tumblr.com/c0980f7465dc58ecbdf43e15e0981e11/tumblr_mnx0hiHI8G1sn4hzbo1_500.jpg)</div> The view from this 47th floor apartment is far more impressive than the interior.&nbsp; At only 320 square feet the studio's open floor plan offers little in the way of privacy.&nbsp; Since she lives alone and rarely has people over this has never really been a problem though.&nbsp; Wooden floors, bold accent walls and haphazard splashes of color clearly haven't come from an interior decorator but more reflect Traci's attempt to liven up her small living space.<br>She isn't exactly the most fastidious house keeper.&nbsp; Laundry tends be tossed toward the small hamper at the foot of her bed.&nbsp; Most of the time it makes it.&nbsp; Assorted shoes lie in a haphazard pile near the door despite the wooden organizer (also mostly full) right next to it.<br>The furnishings are a mixture of old and new clearly purchased with an eye for comfort, economy, and style (in that order).&nbsp; </div></div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: More Human Than Human [New York, U.S.A.]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RampantDesires</strong> on <strong>24-05-2013, 07:55:46</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/2/2b/Eddy.jpg)</div><br><strong>Name:</strong>Eddy Hughes (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=173794.msg8238220#msg8238220)<br><strong>Occupation/Status:</strong> Social Worker/wasting away at work<br><strong>Location:</strong> His Office<br><strong>Action Summary:</strong> Submitting paperwork, debating food, receiving a phone call<br><strong>Tagged Characters:</strong> Aaron<br><strong> Open to Others?:</strong> Sure<br><br><br><hr><br>Was all of this crap really necessary? With far more pressure than was advised considering the general fragility of paper he signed at the bottom of the fifth page scribbling the date next to it before slapping the pen down on wooden desk.&nbsp; He stretched his hand out over it wincing slightly as something that probably shouldn't pop did, rather loudly actually, the sound almost seeming to echo in his small office.&nbsp; Jesus Christ was he getting a writing callus? Frowning he looked closer at his index finger where the pen often rested.&nbsp; The skin there was noticeably raised.&nbsp; Awesome.&nbsp; Fucking paperwork.&nbsp; It was swiftly becoming the bane of his existence.<br><br>Still he had brought all of this on himself. A five page form, which often had to be copied several times and sent to multiple other agencies all because he'd opened his big mouth and offered to be a collaborative service liaison.&nbsp; He had a rather disturbing habit of doing that.&nbsp; It was getting bad enough that people didn't even mention when projects needed places filled because it was becoming readily apparent that his plate was grossly full.&nbsp; Metaphorical work plate that is, his rumbling stomach reminded him rather insistently that the sun was down fully and he'd had nothing to eat since scavenging the tortilla chips and borderline questionable salsa out of the fridge around lunch time.&nbsp; <br><br>It could wait until he got home.&nbsp; The thought of trying to make anything, even if that just meant punching a few buttons on a microwave didn't sit well,&nbsp; but luckily he'd secured and pretty much memorized the take out menu for every place in a two block radius.&nbsp; At least a few of them had to be open and delivering.&nbsp; Pizza? The next rumble of his stomach sounded more than a little disapproving.&nbsp; Thai food? He was reaching for his phone to put in the order when it began to vibrate on the desk.&nbsp; Taking a deep breath he pushed thoughts of food aside ready to adopt the calm professional tone he usually used when answering ... then he saw the name on the screen and he shook his head letting a few more seconds pass before picking it up.<br><br>His chair creaked loudly as he leaned back in it balancing the phone between his ear and his shoulder.&nbsp; "Listen you need to get yourself another sugar daddy, there is no way I'm posting bail for you again..." The small smile that the jab was delivered with could be heard even over the phone, but so could the genuine weariness behind it.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: More Human Than Human [New York, U.S.A.]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Formless</strong> on <strong>24-05-2013, 16:31:07</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://us.123rf.com/400wm/400/400/fabianaponzi/fabianaponzi1208/fabianaponzi120800018/15250628-cool-good-looking-man-with-black-eyes-and-hair.jpg)</div><br><strong>Name:</strong>Daniel " Hook " Zaidoff (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=173794.msg8253829#msg8253829)<br><strong>Occupation/Status:</strong> Paramedic , ICE surgeon<br><strong>Location:</strong> West Falls Hospital , Accident site.<br><strong>Action Summary:</strong> Perform first aid on site , and escort the victim to the hospital.<br><strong>Tagged Characters:</strong> None.<br><strong> Open to Others?:</strong> Any.<br><br><br><hr><br>There was a hustle down at West Fall Hospital ER. It was 8 pm when they received a 911 about a hit and run. Daniel &amp; Scott were on the ready for the next go. Working in pairs , this was the second 911 for the night. The Ambulance was ready to roll and so did the two as they hopped into the back , in their faded sky blue scrubs. As far as they were informed , the hitter rode a motorcycle , and the victim was a brunette in her mid twenties. Nothing accurate as sometimes those vigilante callers try their best to assess what they say and fail miserably. Not their fault. They're doing the best they can.<br><br>The Ambulance was bolting through the streets , the siren playing the orchestra of Daniel's work life. Patch someone here , save a life there. The usual. You'd think he'd oneday run into an alien to fix him for a change. Scott on the other hand just started 1 year ago and was luck to be paired with Hook. Which simply means he didn't have to do much. He's been out with him in the field only to realize he's there to lift weights when the need arise.<br><br>The ' life cab ' came to a halt , the tyre screeching over the hot asphalt , and the backdoors swung open , the two hopping off , Daniel holding his trusty kit and turned to see the woman held by two other females. A brunette , indeed in her mid twenties with a bleeding temple and blistered hands. It must have been the impact. But he'll need more details. He approached them in hurried steps and the first thing he shouted. " No , no , no ... You do not hold someone upright when they were just hit by a bastard ma'am. " The two ladies holding her startled and annoyed by his crude approach. But Daniel didn't even waste his time as he dropped on one knee and held the woman by the shoulders firmly. Looking into her eyes while she seemed to be still hazy after her experience.<br><br>" Are you alright? Can you hear me? Look at me ... Yes , perfect baby look at me just like that. " The woman barely responded , her pupil puddled in the bottom of her eyes slowly lifted to meet his black eyes. The women were still there and Daniel gave them a nod. " Thank you , we'll take it from here ... go on move along." Quickly turning his attention to the woman he rest her on the black ground and pulled out the light source pen , Aiming it into her eyes to check her responses. She wasn't in a critical state atleast. Turning to Scott , he called out. " I need a stretcher over here. " As eh waited for him to bring it , he ran his hands over her cheeks , up to her forehead and her head. There was a wet spot there and as he drew his hands there was a bit of blood there. Letting out a sigh he rest her head down and checked her hands , nothing major , just a few blisters.<br><br>" Tell me your name. What's your name? " He asked subtly. Holding her head and tilting it a bit to the side , to check the trail of blood on her temple that seemed to trickle from that head injury. It wasn't deep , but it may need a stitch. The woman answered weakly " Traci ... Traci Bradley. " And the Paramedic's voice bounced back in response. " Good Good , you're going to be ok Traci. Do you feel any pain , can you move your legs? " She barely shook her head. She needed medical attention but not to an extreme level. Once the effect of her head injury stops she'll be fine. Scott brought the stretcher , and working in perfect sync Hook held her by her shoulders and Scott held her by her feet and sweeped her on the stretcher. Securing the cuss over her legs and waist they carried her to the ambulance. Hopping in and shutting the door away from the curious bystanders. Daniel flipped their ICE kit open and looked at the woman with assuring eyes. " We'll have to do a bit of stitching , but you're ok with that right? " He said jokingly.
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				Title: <strong>Re: More Human Than Human [New York, U.S.A.]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RampantDesires</strong> on <strong>24-05-2013, 23:40:53</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://4815162342execute.files.wordpress.com/2011/07/par-avion-cap127.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Traci Bradley<br><strong>Occupation/Status:</strong> Temp NPC, Crash victim<br><strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; Accident site, ambulance<br><strong>Action Summary:</strong> Crush after crash?<br><strong>Tagged Characters:</strong> Hook<br><strong> Open to Others?:</strong>&nbsp; Possibly<br><hr><br>"Am I?" There was that soft dreamy quality in her voice as she looked up at him her head lolling to the side. Thanks to a massive amount of adrenaline flooding her system after the impact meant Traci wasn't feeling a lot of pain at the moment though she had flinched a little as his fingers probed her head wound.&nbsp; It helped that the man currently leaning over her had the smooth darkly handsome thing going on for him.&nbsp; Totally her type, but it was just her luck that she literally had to be hit by a moving vehicle to meet him. Sometimes this city was so very frustrating. <br><br>"Eyes are pretty.." Her own started to lower after giving the compliment, but then snapped back open as his words finally registered. "Stitches?"&nbsp; Something close to panic registered on her unnaturally pale features and she tried to sit up, frowning as a lance of pain shot through her head.&nbsp; "No, I don't think I am actually.&nbsp; Don't like needles, I don't... I was hit by an asshole on a bike you know.&nbsp; Do you have a motorcycle? I could use a ride to work..." She was clearly not fully with her thoughts jumping from one place to another. <br><br>"Can't I just have a band-aid? Maybe a kiss to make it better? I'd ask you to hold my hand, but they hurt.. how come?" The more time that passed the more her head started to throb her small smile fading completely.
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				Title: <strong>Re: More Human Than Human [New York, U.S.A.]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Formless</strong> on <strong>25-05-2013, 01:26:35</strong>
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				<br><div class="floatleft">(http://us.123rf.com/400wm/400/400/fabianaponzi/fabianaponzi1208/fabianaponzi120800018/15250628-cool-good-looking-man-with-black-eyes-and-hair.jpg)</div><br><strong>Name:</strong>Daniel " Hook " Zaidoff (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=173794.msg8253829#msg8253829)<br><strong>Occupation/Status:</strong> Paramedic , ICE surgeon<br><strong>Location:</strong> en route to Hospital , Outside?.<br><strong>Action Summary:</strong> Tend to Traci's injury and more.<br><strong>Tagged Characters:</strong> Traci Bradley.<br><strong> Open to Others?:</strong> Possibly.<br><br><br><hr><br>She paniced. She liked what she see at first and the she paniced. Her adrenaline is wearing off and soon the pain or the concussion will get the best of her. Hook already prepared the vicryls and the needle and while she protested he nodded and said firmly. " Of course dear. You'll go to work. You'll have a kiss ... " And as he continued to talk to her , assuring her of his presence. Scott held her shoulders firmly. He was quick to hold her head with one hand , his thumb and index massaging the area around the wound , pulling it together so with the other hand pierced the skin and pushed it towards the other side , pinching it again smoothly. " ... And you'll fall in love. And you'll be the perfect digital age romance novel. " He bit on his tongue as he worked the needle to close the wound. By the time he was done , the Ambulance pulled into the ER , in which the backdoors swung as fast as they were closed earlier and rolled her stretcher down and into the ER hallways. Hook was beside her. Holding her blistered hand gently until they reached one of the emergency beds.<br><br>" We're understaffed at the moment so I want you to forgive my forwardness Traci. " He didn't give her a chance to protest when he picked her in his arms and laid her on the bed. Rolling the portable tray , Taking a bottole of iodine and putting on a pair of medic-gloves. " Talk to me Traci. How did it happen? " He wanted her to stay focused. The more she dives in thought the more she's prone to become delirious. While he poured the iodine into a kidney basin and with a holder he dipped a small cotton roll into the antiseptic and started to graze it over her wounded hands. Firm and gentle. Contradictvie to his muscular nature to have a firm hold on her. The hustling room filled every kind of medics , injured and their companions. Once he's done with her hands , he have to get her a CT scan and then the cops will be here for the Q&amp;A.
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				Title: <strong>Re: More Human Than Human [New York, U.S.A.]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RampantDesires</strong> on <strong>25-05-2013, 08:28:14</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://4815162342execute.files.wordpress.com/2011/07/par-avion-cap127.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Traci Bradley<br><strong>Occupation/Status:</strong> Temp NPC, Crash victim<br><strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; Ambulance, hospital<br><strong>Action Summary:</strong> Recieving care.<br><strong>Tagged Characters:</strong> Hook<br><strong> Open to Others?:</strong>&nbsp; Possibly<br><hr><br>"Owww.." She flinched as he probed the open wound more but she didn't actually panic until his partner's hands came down on her shoulders.&nbsp; "Oww, what the hell? You can't seriously be about to .." but he was.&nbsp; Wide blue eyes closed blocking out everything as she felt the vague tug of the needle through skin.&nbsp; The area might be numb but that didn't mean it was pleasant for her.&nbsp; Traci was so focused on breathing and not moving too much she did not notice when the ambulance came to a halt.&nbsp; Not until she was being pushed down the ramp and into the hospital. <br><br>She still hadn't said anything even when he picked her up and transferred her before beginning to work on her hands. In fact she was very pointedly NOT looking at him, which was a shame because he was really rather nice to look at.&nbsp; Then he asked her a direct question and she couldn't exactly ignore him.&nbsp; With a small sigh she shrugged careful to not tug her hand out of his.&nbsp; "I'm still mad at you about the stitches thing.&nbsp; Give a girl a little warning next time please.&nbsp; This isn't exactly every day fare for me, a little personal pep talk time would have been nice.&nbsp; Just my luck I manage to pull the hot medic and he's a sadist..." It was fairly good natured grumbling as she shifted on the bed.<br><br>Looking from her hand to the worn but tautly stretched fabric of her jeans against her legs she blew out another frustrated breath.&nbsp; "Could you ... I can't reach my phone.&nbsp; I need to call in and tell them I won't make the shift.&nbsp; Eric is going to be pissed about this, Friday nights are busy.&nbsp; He probably already has called in my replacement but I really don't want to lose my job because some asshole on a motorcycle can't be bothered to watch where he's going." The rectangle outline of said phone could be seen clearly in her left pocket.&nbsp; The jeans might have been great for tips, not so much fishing her phone out with her hands in their current state.&nbsp; "Please?" She seemed lucid enough but along with the rambling her flirty nature seemed to disappear as well.&nbsp; Now she just seemed tired and embarrassingly enough almost on the verge of tears.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: More Human Than Human [New York, U.S.A.]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Formless</strong> on <strong>25-05-2013, 13:35:31</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://us.123rf.com/400wm/400/400/fabianaponzi/fabianaponzi1208/fabianaponzi120800018/15250628-cool-good-looking-man-with-black-eyes-and-hair.jpg)</div><br><strong>Name:</strong>Daniel " Hook " Zaidoff (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=173794.msg8253829#msg8253829)<br><strong>Occupation/Status:</strong> Paramedic , ICE surgeon<br><strong>Location:</strong> Inside the Hospital<br><strong>Action Summary:</strong> Attending to Traci's needs.<br><strong>Tagged Characters:</strong> Traci Bradley.<br><strong> Open to Others?:</strong> Possibly.<br><br><br><hr><br>His eyes were fixed on her hands as he ran the brown color cotton rolls over her wounds. But his smile was wide at her complaining. " Yep ... We're sadists because we take care of you. Deal with it. " He was being playful. As long as she was able to talk and differ between her surroundings and how people react to her. She's doing well. She asked for her phone. And he looked at her pocket. He maybe dedicated to his job so much he didn't notice that her clothes hugged her perfect frame so tightly. Pursing his lips. He finished with her hands. And taking the basin away and ripping off his gloves he returned to her. " You do know we can get you a sickleave since this is an emergency. But I like your dedication. " He leaned over the bed and reached for her pocket. But his hand was a bit larger than her pocket. Flattening it against her body so he could slip it in. He realized that he was pushing against her thigh and the only thing between them is the fabric of those jeans. He didn't want to have a case of sexual harassment pulled against him so he quickly pulled her phone and held it up to her.<br><br>" What's the name you need me to pull out. Because we still need to wrap your hands in some bandages. " He would follow her instructions. But then asked a nurse to patch her hands. Too much contact and he wouldn't know what to do. This woman suddenly became too beautiful to resist. And the nurse did apply the bandages , light enough to allow her to move them freely. He would put the phone to her ear once she tells him the man's ID in her phone and let her settle this one worry she have about her work.
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				Title: <strong>Re: More Human Than Human [New York, U.S.A.]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RampantDesires</strong> on <strong>26-05-2013, 00:41:30</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i162.photobucket.com/albums/t264/RP_characters_here/Traci_zps78c06cce.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Traci Bradley<br><strong>Occupation/Status:</strong> Temp NPC, Crash victim<br><strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; Hospital Room<br><strong>Action Summary:</strong> Receiving care.<br><strong>Tagged Characters:</strong> Hook<br><strong> Open to Others?:</strong>&nbsp; Possibly<br><hr>“Sick leave? That’s funny.”&nbsp; Health care and her boss’s attitude toward it wasn’t something she was really looking to discuss at the moment.&nbsp; Thinking about it and the upcoming bill for all of this would just be beyond depressing.&nbsp; Luckily he provided a rather stellar distraction. She&nbsp; lifted her hips a bit off the bed making the angle a bit easier for him to fish her phone out trying very hard not to notice just how warm those long fingered hands were as one pressed tightly to her thigh through that thin layer of fabric.&nbsp; <br><br>“Purgatory.&nbsp; The name.&nbsp; I’m not even trying to be clever there, it’s a bar on 73rd .&nbsp; I was on my way there when this happened.”&nbsp; A small almost self-deprecating smile curved at her lips as she waited for him to pull it up and then she carefully shifted taking the phone between her ear and shoulder murmuring a quick thank you as she waited for someone to answer.<br><br>The conversation was neither long nor pretty. She quickly explained what happened and where she was, but her manager on the other end was clearly not exactly sympathetic about what had happened more worried about the inconvenience it provided him than anything else.&nbsp; “No Eric I can’t make it in later.&nbsp; Probably not tomorrow either….. Look I couldn’t even dial the damn phone my hands are all mummified and I have like what six? Seven? Stitches in my head.&nbsp; I’m sorry that you’re having a bad night, mine hasn’t been all that great either…. I know .. I’m sorry .. yeah you too.” And with that she kind of fumbled with the phone with her bandaged hand before just dropping it into her lap with a low sound suspiciously close to a growl.<br><br>“Do I have to stay here much longer? I mean, not that I’m not grateful, but right now going home and never leaving my apartment again sounds pretty appealing… Thank you for staying with me though, I know you didn’t have to, and you probably have, you know, other stuff to do.” Her features were still a bit paler than normal making the slight blush accompanying the words that much more noticeable. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: More Human Than Human [New York, U.S.A.]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cerigo</strong> on <strong>26-05-2013, 02:02:39</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://25.media.tumblr.com/7f99193bdd6c074d28540bd2f646a23f/tumblr_mmqetiDjTd1qfd2i0o1_1280.jpg)</div><br><strong>Name:</strong>Aaron Casey (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=173794.msg8243097#msg8243097)<br><strong>Occupation/Status:</strong> Night Life Photographer/Needs a WingMan<br><strong>Location:</strong> Outside Purgatory<br><strong>Action Summary:</strong> Complaining about lack of service<br><strong>Tagged Characters:</strong> Eddard, not really Stark, Hughes<br><strong> Open to Others?:</strong> Bring it on<br><br><br><hr><br>It had been twenty long minutes before his beer was even on the bar let alone in his hand. When the editor asked if he was willing to review one of the hot new night spots he was all for it. Now? Well now it seemed the review was not going to go so well. Yes there were beautiful women everywhere, and yes the alcohol was going to be the best job write off ever, and yes there were several numbers that had been 'nonchalantly' pushed into his back pocket(two of them might have been from men, the lights were a little low to tell), and most importantly he had been 'accidentally' grouped a few times but damnit he was thirsty. Times were about to be grave, putting the lense cap on his camera he walked behind the bar. Usually the staff would have stopped him but a flash of a smile and acting like he belonged there usually got him out of any kind of trouble.<br><br>Soon he was taking drink orders. Three weeks of bartending school were thought to be a waste by everyone including his parents but he put that three weeks to good use. Granted the only people he served in his quick time behind the bar that was more of a journey to his beer were women. The drinks were probably not even mixed right but still he smiled and flirted with the best of them. Seven drinks later, a few bucks in tips, and a beer in his hand he retreated back from the bar. The club was already starting to get packed and soon they were going to stop letting people in. This was supposed to be the best assignment but Aaron found himself board. There were plenty to take pictures of and once the women found out that he was a reporter they seemed to gravitate towards the lenses. Everyone wanted their fifteen seconds of fame. It got to the point where the pictures stopped appearing natural, the skin started to be a little too exposed for anything outside of his personal collection and without someone to point and talk to it about kind of dull.<br><br>Ducking out into one of the service corridors he grabbed his phone and dialed the one man who could understand his plight. "What I can barely hear you, it sounds like you want to be a sugar daddy but I can't bail you out tonight I am working." Plugging his ear with the other hand Aaron pushed the phone a bit closer to his face. "Number one, what I am doing here is not a crime. I was invited, and number two, it only happened once. The rest cases were dropped so I do not want to hear your sass."<br><br>"Listen, I have a great gig down here and the only thing is missing is a rich play boy to class the joint up a bit more. You up for a little break. I will buy the first round."<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: More Human Than Human [New York, U.S.A.]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Formless</strong> on <strong>26-05-2013, 13:57:07</strong>
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				<br><div class="floatleft">(http://us.123rf.com/400wm/400/400/fabianaponzi/fabianaponzi1208/fabianaponzi120800018/15250628-cool-good-looking-man-with-black-eyes-and-hair.jpg)</div><br><strong>Name:</strong>Daniel " Hook " Zaidoff (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=173794.msg8253829#msg8253829)<br><strong>Occupation/Status:</strong> Paramedic , ICE surgeon<br><strong>Location:</strong> Inside the Hospital , on the way to Traci's?<br><strong>Action Summary:</strong> Attending to Traci's needs.<br><strong>Tagged Characters:</strong> Traci Bradley.<br><strong> Open to Others?:</strong> Possibly.<br><br><br><hr><br>She seemed to have the tough everyday life of a young woman. Well in New York , who doesn't? It brought a chuckle when she mentioned her mummified hands. But it was non of his business to meddle in her affairs when she seemed to be bothered with her boss' response to her dilemma. Some people can be cruel. He can only sympathize , but only that may hurt someone so he'd best keep his mouth shut about this.<br><br>She pleased to leave , and with those eyes , how can he say no? He can because it's his damn job her head doesn't crack open again. " We just need to check your head for any serious injuries. I'll even let the cops investigate you while we do it. Just don't ... " And he pointed his index at her demandingly. " ... move around ok? " He unlocked the safety on the beds wheels and rolled her out to the CT scan room. The blue suits were here already and the were escorted to the room. While Daniel observed from the glasses , it seems like all she suffered was indeed that flesh wound and a minor concussion. She was good to go. But she couldn't get her phone , let alone open a door with a key.<br><br>When the officers left , Daniel explained to Traci about the do's and don'ts. No running for a while , no getting up too fast from the bed , keep her head safe ... etc. But as he walked her out the hospital , he stood next to the door , leaning on the handle , dark eyes observing her blue orbs. " You're good to go. But you couldn't make a phone call. Do you think you can do more with a key and a door at your place? "
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				Title: <strong>Re: More Human Than Human [New York, U.S.A.]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RampantDesires</strong> on <strong>30-05-2013, 22:43:58</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i162.photobucket.com/albums/t264/RP_characters_here/Traci_zps78c06cce.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Traci Bradley<br><strong>Occupation/Status:</strong> Temp NPC, Crash victim<br><strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; Hospital Room, Traveling?<br><strong>Action Summary:</strong> Receiving care, going home<br><strong>Tagged Characters:</strong> Hook<br><strong> Open to Others?:</strong>&nbsp; Possibly<br><hr> “Don’t move? I think I can manage that.” Despite her reassurance one arm lifted her bandaged hand giving him a quick salute and a quick smile as she was wheeled out of the exam room and through the busy hospital halls.&nbsp; &nbsp;She was a good little patient though answering their questions about piercings and the like quickly and politely though she did from time to time look over toward the window where she could see Daniel’s outline.<br><br>It was reassuring to have at least one person she knew there.&nbsp; Well, not that she knew him, not really, but he had been remarkably nice to her thus far and there was the memory of that hand spread against her thigh as he fished out her phone… It was that pleasant memory which kept her still and silent as the scan progressed and before she knew it it was over and she was rather relieved to know that she’d sustained nothing&nbsp; more than a bump on the head.<br><br>The police were nice if a bit brusque.&nbsp; Sadly she didn’t really have any more details to give them.&nbsp; Everything had happened so quickly and she hadn’t really been paying attention the way she should have been as she hurried to work.&nbsp; If she had been perhaps the accident could have been averted.&nbsp; Still they assured her that if they caught the person on the bike they would be in touch.<br><br>Then she was left with Daniel.&nbsp; She nodded at his first point, no running, check, but that caused a flash of pain through her head and what little color she did have leeched from her face.&nbsp; Also no nodding.&nbsp; “I think I can manage all of that thank you.&nbsp; Contrary to recent evidence I’m usually pretty good at taking care of myself and exercising common sense.”&nbsp; His observation as they reached the large doors leading out of the building however caused her to frown one hand reaching out to somewhat brush hair out of her face.<br><br>“To be perfectly honest I hadn’t really gotten that far in the planning stage.&nbsp; Currently stuck on how I’m going to fish my debit card out to pay the cab for taking me back.&nbsp; Continually asking strange men to pull things out of my pockets seems like a really bad idea… Do you have a better suggestion?” She almost seemed to hold her breath after asking that question.&nbsp; She shouldn’t have asked, he’d already gone above and beyond for her, not that she objected to taking him home with her, she’d just rather it have been under better circumstances. Still she knew that if he offered she wouldn't have the willpower to say no.
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				Title: <strong>Re: More Human Than Human [New York, U.S.A.]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caela</strong> on <strong>03-06-2013, 05:02:00</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i980.photobucket.com/albums/ae282/caela_ecub/Redheads/c94013b3-6c8e-48b2-ba06-baec8209e51f_zpsafcbb331.jpg) (http://s980.photobucket.com/user/caela_ecub/media/Redheads/c94013b3-6c8e-48b2-ba06-baec8209e51f_zpsafcbb331.jpg.html)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Dannara "D" Jacobson<br><strong>Occupation/Status:</strong> Pickpocket/Petty Thief<br><strong>Location:</strong> Purgatory<br><strong>Action Summary:</strong> Bumping into Aaron<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Aaron<br><strong>Open to Others:</strong> Yes<br><strong>Wearing:</strong>http://i980.photobucket.com/albums/ae282/caela_ecub/Misc%20Story%20Accessories/clothes14.jpg (http://s980.photobucket.com/user/caela_ecub/media/Misc%20Story%20Accessories/clothes14.jpg.html)<br><br><hr><br>The club was actually going to drive D insane...she was certain of it. She liked music, but she preferred to be in control of the volume, and she preferred the smooth tones of old school jazz, or even classical, to the hard thumping beats that seemed to be the norm in most nightclubs. Partly she liked the music better, but also it didn't interfere so much with her ability to use sound to "see". The volume in the club didn't just make it hard for her to hear the friends she'd come in with (courtesy of fake id's all around) but actually made her feel like a klutz as well. It was just too <em>much</em> sensory input all at once.<br><br>But there was no good way of explaining <em>that</em> to a group of women who could see normally. Not a single one really understood D's odd sense of sight. She'd given up trying to adequately explain it years before. <br><br>Separating from her small group of fellow pickpockets she waves them off when they made as if they'd follow her, sending them back out onto the dance floor where the extreme closeness of the dancers actually made lifting their money embarrassingly easy. She needed a break from the noise before it made her head explode. Finding a service hallway she strode down it and out into the night air...and very nearly ran into a man she hadn't seen on stepping outside!<br><br>It was his voice that told her he was male, the thermal image she saw was a shape and gave her things like height, a rough guess of weight (from the size of the shape she saw) and the attitude of his stance, but not actual details like sex, age, or what he was wearing. Her echolocation could usually fill in some of those details, if he was close enough, but her ears were still ringing from the thumping of the music and it through off her other senses. Looking up, he was taller than her after all, she laughed softly and gave a slight shake of her head, clearly amused with her own clumsiness. Meeting his gaze she didn't bother trying to hide her own blank stare before holding out one hand and and flashing him a grin, "My apologies, I didn't realize anyone else would be out here and I certainly didn't mean to interrupt your conversation."<br><br>Despite her apology she didn't go back inside. Instead she waited to see if he'd take her hand before simply leaning back against the nearby wall. Partly she couldn't help it, she was curious to see how long it would take him to run from the blank eyes that were still turned in his direction. Most people made excuses to get away from that stare rather quickly, the ones that didn't she always found to be interesting. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: More Human Than Human [New York, U.S.A.]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RampantDesires</strong> on <strong>03-06-2013, 06:54:20</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/2/2b/Eddy.jpg)</div><br><strong>Name:</strong>Eddy Hughes (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=173794.msg8238220#msg8238220)<br><strong>Occupation/Status:</strong> Social Worker/Cautiously optimistic<br><strong>Location:</strong> His Office<br><strong>Action Summary:</strong> Phone call and packing up<br><strong>Tagged Characters:</strong> Aaron<br><strong> Open to Others?:</strong> Sure<br><br><br><hr>“Working on a Friday night? You? Damn all those ‘when pigs fly’ bets I’ve made are coming due aren’t they?”&nbsp; &nbsp;His response to the next offer of buying the first round earned a series of thumping, rattling, and a few gasping sounds before Eddy’s voice once more came over the line.&nbsp; “Sorry, had a bit of a heart attack there, but I seem to be fine now.&nbsp; No need to go to the hospital, I wouldn’t miss this for the world.”<br>“Purgatory? This this your clever way of telling me I’m going to hell? No … on 73rd? Yeah I think I know where it ….” <br>“Hello?... Aaron? … Gah, asshole.” Frowning at his phone Eddy placed it back on the desk.&nbsp; You’d think he’d be used to his friend hanging up on him by now, but it was still incredibly annoying.&nbsp; Hot girl or pissed off boyfriend? It was about a seventy thirty split chance.<br><br>Did he want to go and try and be social in a crowded bar?&nbsp; Not really. Should he? Probably.&nbsp; Standing up from the desk he stretched and stifled a yawn.&nbsp; If this kept up any more he’d be fielding even more old man jokes.&nbsp; &nbsp;There was no time to change; the upside of being a guy was that he didn’t need to. Women spent countless hours preparing to go out.&nbsp; Shoes had to match dresses, make up needed to highlight without flaunting.&nbsp; Hair? Oh hair was a nightmare, you couldn't just run your fingers and through it and call it good the way he did. Happily the worn jeans and black t-shirt combo he’d worn in that after noon were suitable for a night out.&nbsp; &nbsp;It wasn't like he actually had to impress anyone.<br><br>There WAS time to swing through a drive through.&nbsp; Burger, fries, alcohol poisoning with his best friend.&nbsp; Living the high life.&nbsp; Yay.&nbsp; Still he was smiling slightly as he locked up the office and headed out to his car.&nbsp; There were worse ways to start a weekend.
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				Title: <strong>Re: More Human Than Human [New York, U.S.A.]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cerigo</strong> on <strong>03-06-2013, 07:01:17</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://25.media.tumblr.com/7f99193bdd6c074d28540bd2f646a23f/tumblr_mmqetiDjTd1qfd2i0o1_1280.jpg)</div><br><br><strong>Name:</strong>Aaron Casey (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=173794.msg8243097#msg8243097)<br><strong>Occupation/Status:</strong> Night Life Photographer/Gawking, Oogling, Pissing off Friends<br><strong>Location:</strong> Outside Purgatory<br><strong>Action Summary:</strong> Gloating, Attempting to be Charming<br><strong>Tagged Characters:</strong> Eddy von Moneybags, D<br><strong> Open to Others?:</strong> All aboard!<br><br><br><hr><br>It was not that far out of the ordinary that he would actually be working on a Friday night. It was a very loose definition of working, how many men were asked to go to a hot club on the company tab and take pictures. It was a fluff piece but that did not mean the reporter was going to enjoy it. At the very least there was not sand everywhere. "Oh does that mean you owe me money? I won't have to send you collections to get it will I?" Aaron held the phone a bit way from his ear as it ruffled. There was going to be a smart ass comment in three, two... and ... "Really all of these years together and its going to be me offering to buy you a drink that causes you to keel over? You did remember to write me in the will right?"<br><br>"Anyway, the new club Purgatory. Not the old one on 64th street but the one on 73rd. Seems these religious names are becoming a thing now. You know back in Af.." That was about all he could get through when he felt someone bump into him. It was not much of an impact so who ever had fallen into can't have weighed much over... why hello there. The phone was abruptly hung up without a second thought of the man on the other end. There was supposed to be a code, bros before hoes but that really would not apply to someone like them and besides, Eddy von Money Bags, would get over it. "What conversation?" There was a flash of a grin but then his head tilted as he took in her eyes. The smile stayed there even now that it was no longer needed. It took more then an odd color pair of eyes to get Aaron off of his game.<br><br>Then again, it could just be contacts. There was no one with her nor was there any of the usual paraphernalia of a blind person. It really did not matter but his curiosity was not a bit more interesting then it had been. "Oh that conversation? Well he is used to that by now." He took the offered hand. It was not the usual handshake he gave to other men but let his fingers slide along her palm before holding firmly but not enough to cause any kind of discomfort. "Though I hope you will not mind me taking your picture?" He brought his phone up with his other hand, "It is not every day that I get to hang up on a friend to talk to a beautiful woman." Before she could really answer he snapped the picture and with a few quick key strokes had it on its way to his wingman.<br><br>"The name is Aaron, what's yours?" it was at least better then the standard How you doin?<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: More Human Than Human [New York, U.S.A.]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caela</strong> on <strong>03-06-2013, 15:08:30</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i980.photobucket.com/albums/ae282/caela_ecub/Redheads/c94013b3-6c8e-48b2-ba06-baec8209e51f_zpsafcbb331.jpg) (http://s980.photobucket.com/user/caela_ecub/media/Redheads/c94013b3-6c8e-48b2-ba06-baec8209e51f_zpsafcbb331.jpg.html)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Dannara "D" Jacobson<br><strong>Occupation/Status:</strong> Pickpocket/Petty Thief<br><strong>Location:</strong> Purgatory<br><strong>Action Summary:</strong> Chatting with Aaron<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Aaron<br><strong>Open to Others:</strong> Yes<br><strong>Wearing:</strong>http://i980.photobucket.com/albums/ae282/caela_ecub/Misc%20Story%20Accessories/clothes14.jpg (http://s980.photobucket.com/user/caela_ecub/media/Misc%20Story%20Accessories/clothes14.jpg.html)<br><br><hr><br>D appreciated a firm handshake, though she did wonder at the way his fingers slid across her palm; it seemed...unnecessary to her and made her tile her head just slightly, as if studying him. What she was studying, of course, was the thermal image she saw of him, looking for temperature spikes that might give her some clue to his motivations. Over the years she'd learned a general meaning for variances in temperature when looking at people. It wasn't perfect of course, she wasn't a perfect human emotional detector, but she had learned, in a general way, to read temperature cues the way most people read facial cues. <br><br>Though that odd sense that the "blind" girl was studying them made many people uncomfortable which threw off her reading until they relaxed around her.<br><br>"Dannara," she answered his question, a small smile just lifting the corner of her lips. He didn't seem at all nervous around her and, she had to admit (if only to herself) that it was pleasant to be called beautiful, it wasn't something she heard often, her eyes disconcerted people too much for them to notice much else. <br><br>"You should be careful with that camera too," she added, having heard the phone click and the pressing of buttons that told her he'd done <em>something</em> with the picture, though not what. "Not everyone likes having their pictures taken. A know a couple of people who'd have snatched that phone and busted it up if you snapped them without their actually having said 'yes' first," she added, a low chuckle filling her throat as the image of some of the other pickpockets she knew, doing just that, flashed through her mind. <br><br>Tipping her head the other way she looked at him even harder, her brow furrowing just slightly and then smoothing, a flash of amazement flaring across her features but quickly hidden behind a serene smile once more. Anyone who paid attention would quickly notice that a friendly smile, was D's version of a blank expression. "You really aren't bothered by me are you? Most people get one good look at the eyes and are tripping over themselves to get away as quickly as possibly," she admitted in an entirely nonchalant way. It wasn't something that bothered her, in fact it made picking pockets far easier, people were always look at her eyes, never her hands; it was just a simple fact of her life.
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				Title: <strong>Re: More Human Than Human [New York, U.S.A.]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Formless</strong> on <strong>03-06-2013, 17:32:28</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://us.123rf.com/400wm/400/400/fabianaponzi/fabianaponzi1208/fabianaponzi120800018/15250628-cool-good-looking-man-with-black-eyes-and-hair.jpg)</div><br><strong>Name:</strong>Daniel " Hook " Zaidoff (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=173794.msg8253829#msg8253829)<br><strong>Occupation/Status:</strong> Paramedic , ICE surgeon<br><strong>Location:</strong> On the way to Traci's?<br><strong>Action Summary:</strong> Offering Traci a ride.<br><strong>Tagged Characters:</strong> Traci Bradley.<br><strong> Open to Others?:</strong> Possibly.<br><br>&nbsp;Hook's Car (http://stwot.motortrend.com/files/2010/09/28907330.jpeg)<br><br><hr><br>Daniel knew he can skip a few hours from work. Heck he'd be running back if the needed him. But right now there's a hot brunette in distress. It's obvious what he needs to do. He pursed his lips while looking at her. Would it end with a ride and a turn of a door knob? Tuck her into bed? Now it was Hook's mind playing one of his own scenarios. He wouldn't take advantage of her. Or would he ...? Damn the pretty looks they can confuse a sharp mindwhen no words are spoken. He finally nodded&nbsp; as he swung the door open. " I'm not going to fish anything from your pockets for the ride ... Let me take you home. My car is right there. " Pointing out to the coupe parked near the door.<br><br>His pay wasn't so good to have him buy any of the luxuries he provide to himself. Gambling was his way of spoiling himself. His payroll was his safety net. So a car like that was the spoils of a few lucky streaks. He guided her to his car. Opening the door for her and closing it after she settled in. Suction doors. A man's best buddy when helping a girl in or out of a car. He got into the driver's seat and started the engine. rearing out of the parking lot and into the street. He usually rev it out just to vent some of work's stress. But the last thing he wants is a girl with a concussion to hit the head rest. " So where to ...? "<br><br>He would follow her directions. Streaming through the lanes. A smooth driver but only for the sake of his current companion. Should it be someone else he would have a rougher ride. As they streaked through the streets , he smiled while staring at the crowded street. " You know for someone who works in ' Purgatory ' ... " Using the quote sign with his fingers , in a playful gesture. " ... You're quite lucky , Two free rides in a single night. " NYC was a great city but it wasn't free. And he had the worst sense of humor to add into the mix.
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				Title: <strong>Re: More Human Than Human [New York, U.S.A.]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RampantDesires</strong> on <strong>05-06-2013, 05:39:33</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i162.photobucket.com/albums/t264/RP_characters_here/Traci_zps78c06cce.jpg)</div><br><strong>Name:</strong> Traci Bradley (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=173794.msg8333989#msg8333989)<br><strong>Occupation/Status:</strong> Bartender, Crash Victim/ Discombobulated<br><strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; Car on the way to her apartment<br><strong>Action Summary:</strong> Having second and third thoughts<br><strong>Tagged Characters:</strong> Hook<br><strong> Open to Others?:</strong>&nbsp; Possibly<br><br><br><hr>It would be stupid to turn down his rather generous offer and Traci did her best to try to avoid situations where her own stubbornness created larger problems.&nbsp; Considering that she was standing outside an emergency room door with stitches in her head and both hands wrapped in gauze she couldn't really handle another complication or afford to hamstring herself at the moment.&nbsp; "That would be great thank you." She flashed him another quick smile crossing toward the car.<br><br>One brow lofted causing her to flinch slightly her fingers touching the bandage on her head.&nbsp; Alright no more of that either.&nbsp; The list of things she COULD do was rapidly dwindling.&nbsp; She probably should have made some comment about the car being a bit out of his price range, or something, even if it was just 'nice', but Traci really had no idea how much a paramedic might make, nor for that matter how much a car like that might actually cost and so she just slipped wordlessly into the passenger seat giving a small sigh as she rested her head back against the padded rest behind her. <br><br>Her directions weren't the best.&nbsp; She'd never driven to her place and didn't travel from this direction so giving him the address she navigated him the best she could back to one of the streets she knew and went from there.<br><br>"Lucky?" she gave a quick indelicate snort after that question looking down at her bandaged hands.&nbsp; The more she thought about it though the more she had to agree with him.&nbsp; The night could easily have been much worse.&nbsp; "I guess so.&nbsp; Admittedly some parts were better than others." She had him pull into the under ground garage beneath her apartment building.&nbsp; She never used her assigned parking space and often others tended to take advantage of that but thankfully tonight it was free.<br><br>She sat quietly for a few seconds after he parked before turning to face him.&nbsp; "Thank you.&nbsp; Again.&nbsp; I know you probably get tired of hearing it, but you've been great and... well.. you don't have to come up if you don't want to." Traci almost seemed nervous, taking almost strangers back to her apartment wasn't something she was exactly experienced with.&nbsp; I mean sure he seemed like one of the good guys, but you never knew. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: More Human Than Human [New York, U.S.A.]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cerigo</strong> on <strong>05-06-2013, 06:07:21</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://25.media.tumblr.com/7f99193bdd6c074d28540bd2f646a23f/tumblr_mmqetiDjTd1qfd2i0o1_1280.jpg)</div><br><br><strong>Name:</strong>Aaron Casey (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=173794.msg8243097#msg8243097)<br><strong>Occupation/Status:</strong> Night Life Photographer/Thinking he is smooth<br><strong>Location:</strong> Outside Purgatory<br><strong>Action Summary:</strong> Trying REAL hard to be charming.<br><strong>Tagged Characters:</strong> Beautiful Blind Girl<br><strong> Open to Others?:</strong> All aboard!<br><br><br><hr><br>It would be unfortunate for the blind girl that Aaron was far too practiced in the courtship rituals of American Youths. Sometimes the journalist was a bit surprised that his editors had not picked up on that fact and tried to get him to write a column or god forbid an advice column. On second thought, maybe the fact that his boss did not know how some of the extracurricular activities went was for the best. That would not mean he could not buy a few drinks on the company tab. It was research after all. If anything the editor always appreciated when they collected more information then was needed.<br><br>"Dannara," he tried the name out again a bit more slowly then she originally pronounced it. It was not the most common of names but it held a certain beauty to it. His head tilted as he looked over her, it fit her well. Then he gave a quick shrug, "This thing? Oh no it would not really stop it from the picture getting out. After a few run ins with the law and my time along the various war fronts I learned long ago to always have a fail safe for my pictures. Any picture is uploaded to an encrypted store and if the phone is out of contacted I have a nice little website entitled in case of my demise." It had taken Aaron a long time to come up with that particular scheme. Even more so to find someone that could pull it off but ever since his life went a bit sidewise in Afghanistan it had been a requirement for him.<br><br>"Your eyes?" there was another quiet shrug. Even if she could not see him it would be present in his voice as he thought. "I am not sure why I should. Would it make you feel better if I get all clammy and uncomfortable? It is obvious that it doesn't slow you down. You do not carry a cane or anything else and yet outside of bumping into me there was no other motion so either you are both very lucky or you can handle yourself. I am going to bet on the latter. Even more so, if I am going to be honest with you I will use this as an excuse to 'guide" he made sure that the air quotes were very noticeable in his voice, "to see if you will let me touch you and then convince you that I can dance on the floor."<br><br>There was another quick smile as he let her hand go.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: More Human Than Human [New York, U.S.A.]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caela</strong> on <strong>06-06-2013, 05:01:26</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i980.photobucket.com/albums/ae282/caela_ecub/Redheads/c94013b3-6c8e-48b2-ba06-baec8209e51f_zpsafcbb331.jpg) (http://s980.photobucket.com/user/caela_ecub/media/Redheads/c94013b3-6c8e-48b2-ba06-baec8209e51f_zpsafcbb331.jpg.html)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Dannara "D" Jacobson<br><strong>Occupation/Status:</strong> Pickpocket/Petty Thief<br><strong>Location:</strong> Purgatory<br><strong>Action Summary:</strong> Chatting with Aaron<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Aaron<br><strong>Open to Others:</strong> Yes<br><strong>Wearing:</strong>http://i980.photobucket.com/albums/ae282/caela_ecub/Misc%20Story%20Accessories/clothes14.jpg (http://s980.photobucket.com/user/caela_ecub/media/Misc%20Story%20Accessories/clothes14.jpg.html)<br><br><hr><br>Letting her hand fall back to her side, Dannara simply stared at the strange, to her, young man she was talking to. Because of the unsettling nature of her gaze, she wasn't used to being flirted with and she wasn't quite sure how to react to it now. She had male friends, but none of them flirted with her. She was too odd, too unusual, none of them seemed to know what to make of her oddities and so it was far easier to simply keep her at arm's length and for them to chase more easily understood women. <br><br>Aaron might be well practiced in courtship rituals, but most of his charm and tactics simply flew over Dannara's head and were rather useless. <br><br>"Why would I feel better if you were clammy and uncomfortable?" she finally asked in her own, forthright, manner. "You're right that it doesn't slow me down, I've learned to compensate in other ways and in a club as full as this one, a cane would be more of a hindrance than a help. I do have one that I use on occasion," she admitted, without admitting that she used it more for it's ability to make small tapping sounds to trigger her echolocation than for anything else, "But it stays home far more than it's used," she added with a small shrug.<br><br>Still mildly confused by him she couldn't help but to ask as well, "And why would anyone want to kill you over a picture? Granted I could see someone braking your phone, or maybe just pulling the memory card, if you took a picture of them without their permission, but it certainly wouldn't be something to hurt you over," she said, her brow slightly furrowed as she tried to imagine why he'd need a site that would stir up trouble if someone hurt him. "Unless you're taking picture of people in some <em>truly</em> unsavory positions...you're not some freakish paparazzi type person in your profession are you?"<br><br>Before he could answer she pushed away from the wall she was leaning against and flashed a playful grin, "I don't need a guide, but a dance partner is never a bad thing. If you actually think you can keep up," she added, a challenging smirk flaring across her face and gone in a heartbeat, quickly there and easily missed. The few minutes outside had cleared her head, and her ears, of the ringing caused by the loud music from inside and she was now ready to head back inside and onto the dance floor.
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				Title: <strong>Re: More Human Than Human [New York, U.S.A.]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Formless</strong> on <strong>06-06-2013, 10:08:25</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://us.123rf.com/400wm/400/400/fabianaponzi/fabianaponzi1208/fabianaponzi120800018/15250628-cool-good-looking-man-with-black-eyes-and-hair.jpg)</div><br><strong>Name:</strong>Daniel " Hook " Zaidoff (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=173794.msg8253829#msg8253829)<br><strong>Occupation/Status:</strong> Paramedic , ICE surgeon<br><strong>Location:</strong> At Traci's.<br><strong>Action Summary:</strong> Lending a ' hand '.<br><strong>Tagged Characters:</strong> Traci Bradley.<br><strong> Open to Others?:</strong> Possibly.<br><br><br><hr><br>Sometimes it's hard to tell if someone wants to politely dismiss you , or nervously trying to make you feel comfortable. Hook didn't plan to invade the blue-eyed brunette's privacy. He wanted to help her out. Her looks and cheerful personality regardless of what she shows attracted him towards her. But here he was in the parking lot , contemplating what to say. He shrugged as he turned off the engine and got off his seat. Walking around to open the door for her.<br><br>" Whose going to fish out your keys when you're at the door?&nbsp; " He said with a smile when the door was opened for her. Leaning on it with his chin resting on his hand on the top of the door. He would go up to her door. But should she really want him to get her keys for her? With tight jeans like that. He'd love it , but she'll be aware of it now. Unlike at the hospital when he was under the impression that she was still groggy and shaken by her injury. It's easy to get involved with someone , but there's a thin line between trying to do a good deed , and taking advantage. He's got some dignity , but it will easily dissolve when he looks at those dreamy sapphires.
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				Title: <strong>Re: More Human Than Human [New York, U.S.A.]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RampantDesires</strong> on <strong>06-06-2013, 13:26:58</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i162.photobucket.com/albums/t264/RP_characters_here/Traci_zps78c06cce.jpg)</div><br><strong>Name:</strong> Traci Bradley (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=173794.msg8333989#msg8333989)<br><strong>Occupation/Status:</strong> Bartender, Crash Victim<br><strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; Parking garage of her apartment building<br><strong>Action Summary:</strong> Deciding to flirt<br><strong>Tagged Characters:</strong> Hook<br><strong> Open to Others?:</strong>&nbsp; Possibly<br><br><br><hr>"Keys, right. An excellent question. I guess you're stuck with me awhile longer." Offering him a quick smile as she got out of the car stepping aside so that he could close the door.&nbsp; She didn't go far though.&nbsp; Instead of making a beeline for the elevator which would take them up to her apartment she stayed there rather shamelessly encroaching on his personal space as she leaned against the hood of the car.<br><br>"We actually need the little key fob to call the elevator.&nbsp; Left pocket.." She kept her hands carefully out of his way leaning back slightly so that he had better access to the before mentioned area.&nbsp; Her nervousness was rapidly dwindling, well at least the whole 'stranger at her apartment' bit was.&nbsp; The 'alone with an attractive man' flutter in her stomach was still definitely there. "Have to love building security." Was there a husky undertone to her observation? Probably. <br><br>When his fingers once more slid along the worn denim&nbsp; she held very carefully still her head tilting as she watched him.&nbsp; "You know ... I never did get my kiss..." Just how long had she been holding that back? He might have made the promise to keep her calm in the ambulance, but this was the first time they were truly alone together when he wasn't responsible for maneuvering a vehicle through busy streets.&nbsp; Apparently she intended to hold him at his word. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: More Human Than Human [New York, U.S.A.]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Formless</strong> on <strong>06-06-2013, 21:29:58</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://us.123rf.com/400wm/400/400/fabianaponzi/fabianaponzi1208/fabianaponzi120800018/15250628-cool-good-looking-man-with-black-eyes-and-hair.jpg)</div><br><strong>Name:</strong>Daniel " Hook " Zaidoff (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=173794.msg8253829#msg8253829)<br><strong>Occupation/Status:</strong> Paramedic , ICE surgeon<br><strong>Location:</strong> Parking lot of Traci's building..<br><strong>Action Summary:</strong> Fulfilling a promise.<br><strong>Tagged Characters:</strong> Traci Bradley.<br><strong> Open to Others?:</strong> Possibly.<br><br><br><hr><br>She was still keeping that lovely side of her personality. Hard to resist a girl like that. He closed the door to find her leaning on the hood. She could stand straight after she told him where the key was. Denim jeans can be ... tight when a thicker hand than hers would invade it's confines. He nodded to her comment about security. " Well , you don't want some crazy guy running through the hallways. "<br><br>He stood so close to her. Within more than just her arms' reach. Slipping his hand into her left pocket while facing her. It made him push his hand against her thigh much more than he intended to. The soft flesh only obstructed by the stretch fabric of her jeans felt great against his hand. His fingers hooked around the key when she reminded him of his promise. His eyes danced between hers for a moment. Sucking his lower lip into his mouth , before he spoke. " I thought I'd make it a good night kiss ... But ... "<br><br>He let the words roam aimlessly out of his mouth when he leaned forward , till his lips touched her velvet ones. A kiss so light , yet his free hand held her waist. His hand in her pocket remained there. Halted by the sweet sensation of their kiss. Kissing a girl who was in pure need of help. How ethical is that? But when did ethics stops him from making a girl feel good?
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: More Human Than Human [New York, U.S.A.]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RampantDesires</strong> on <strong>07-06-2013, 12:10:12</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i162.photobucket.com/albums/t264/RP_characters_here/Traci_zps78c06cce.jpg)</div><br><strong>Name:</strong> Traci Bradley (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=173794.msg8333989#msg8333989)<br><strong>Occupation/Status:</strong> Bartender, Crash Victim<br><strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; Parking garage of her apartment building<br><strong>Action Summary:</strong> Taking her medicine<br><strong>Tagged Characters:</strong> Hook<br><strong> Open to Others?:</strong>&nbsp; Not really<br><br><br><hr>Without her hands she couldn't explore the wide set of his shoulders and she did not want the bandages trapped between their bodies. Odd really now that some of her pain medication was wearing off her hands hurt more than her head did.&nbsp; Somehow she got the feeling that would change and she was not looking forward to the headache she'd have that night. <br><br>And so she remained carefully still as his mouth came against hers.&nbsp; That is not to say that she did not participate.&nbsp; Lips were soft and warm under his, parting as she sucked lightly upon his lower lip as he'd just done seconds before. <br><br>She did not push for more than that, did not know that if she could in fact handle more in her current state.&nbsp; Besides the kiss wasn't really about taking, but giving.&nbsp; Giving thanks, comfort, the basic reassurance of a human connection after an ordeal.&nbsp; Drawing a deep breath she broke that light contact almost reluctantly.<br><br>"I don't know it seems like a good night to me... Or at least infinitely better now thank you. However you should probably get me up to my apartment before I fall over on you. I would imagine you get rather tired of swooning women." Traci seemed almost amused and in a pretty excellent mood all considering. She had in fact had far worse nights.<br><br>The elevator was quick to come down after the small key fob was passed in front of the reader.&nbsp; Not exactly tight security but better than many of the buildings in the area.&nbsp; It was why she had picked this one in the first place.&nbsp; The ride to the 47th floor was quick and mercifully without other stops along the way.&nbsp; Apparently people were either already in for the night or out kicking off their weekend.<br><br>Her small studio was on the west side of the building and she paused in front of the door waiting for him to unlock it.&nbsp; "I'll warn you now I wasn't exactly expecting company tonight.&nbsp; It's a bit of a mess."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: More Human Than Human [New York, U.S.A.]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Formless</strong> on <strong>07-06-2013, 23:20:23</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://us.123rf.com/400wm/400/400/fabianaponzi/fabianaponzi1208/fabianaponzi120800018/15250628-cool-good-looking-man-with-black-eyes-and-hair.jpg)</div><br><strong>Name:</strong>Daniel " Hook " Zaidoff (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=173794.msg8253829#msg8253829)<br><strong>Occupation/Status:</strong> Paramedic , ICE surgeon<br><strong>Location:</strong> Parking lot and Her apartment.<br><strong>Action Summary:</strong> Getting Traci to her apartment.<br><strong>Tagged Characters:</strong> Traci Bradley.<br><strong> Open to Others?:</strong> Possibly.<br><br><br><hr><br>It wasn't easy to tell when a kiss felt so good a girl needed to back away , or felt so invasive that she had to have some space. Only when she spoke he knew she wasn't complaining. Her lips felt so soft against him. And they tasted so sweet. A natural taste always gave a kiss much more meaning. His tongue would have joined the dance. But it was brief. Sweet and brief. A tease? perhaps. Or maybe she expected a simple peck on the lips. He shrugged at her comment as he pulled his hand out. Still pushing against her thigh. " If you mean stitching a woman against her will and bonding her hands so helplessly like that. Then yeah it can get tiresome ... but ... How often do they demand a kiss? " Flashing her a warm smile as he escorted her towards the elevator.<br><br>A simple mechanism that gave the tenants a sense of safety. He's not one to complain his place had the typical buzzer system. Their ride in the elevator was not interrupted. But the thought of pushing the stop button tickled his mind. He never once attempted it but he was one to enjoy the thrill. Alas his thoughts were brutally halted when they reached her floor. He heeded her warning and slipped the key into the lock. Rolling it around to unlock the door. The metallic ring that announced the door ' unlocked' Had him smile and ask as he swung the door open slowly. " You think messy isn't something I know? "
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: More Human Than Human [New York, U.S.A.]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cerigo</strong> on <strong>10-06-2013, 06:38:09</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://25.media.tumblr.com/7f99193bdd6c074d28540bd2f646a23f/tumblr_mmqetiDjTd1qfd2i0o1_1280.jpg)</div><br><br><strong>Name:</strong>Aaron Casey (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=173794.msg8243097#msg8243097)<br><strong>Occupation/Status:</strong> Night Life Photographer/Back Peddling<br><strong>Location:</strong> Outside Purgatory<br><strong>Action Summary:</strong> Challenge Accepted<br><strong>Tagged Characters:</strong> Dannara<br><strong> Open to Others?:</strong> All aboard!<br><br><br><hr><br>It was perhaps a very good question. Usually women went for the self depreciation but it seemed this one was almost downright confused. Just where did she come from? Even more so why was she at a club if she was not used to flirting with anyone else. The journalist inside of him wanted to know, wanted the answers to all the questions. The man on the other hand would love to know just what she might taste like. The male within was very okay with being an unrepentant man whore. "You know." he offered a quick shrug a hand moving through his short hair, "I am not really sure. It seemed like you were used to a certain kind of reception and I just wanted to make you feel a bit more comfortable with me."<br><br>He listened carefully. The fact that she could weave in and out of a club full of people without so much of a guide was impressive. "I would simply love to know how you do that. I can barely put one foot in front of the other when I have all five of my senses. How you can do it while being down one is downright amazing." He thought of her moving around with a cane and it seemed like it would be out of place, even more so with the white film over her eyes. There was something about the way she held herself that spoke of an inner strength to do without the trapping of her handicap. It was something that Aaron was quite enamored with.<br><br>"Well, in my line of work there are people out there that do not like their activities exposed to the light of day. It is my job to make sure those people get all the vitamin D they need to stay on the straight and narrow." It had been a long time since he had any of those kind of stories. The reporter still perused some of those questions but it was not the kind of story that put food on the table. Now he was just a glorified wedding photographer on the best days but there was still a room in his small apartment that was covered in at least eight different kinds of string connecting events all over the world that would make the most rampant conspiracy buff cry out in glee at seeing it. There was no time to answer to the accusation of being no better then a ambulance chaser in the photography world. Instead there was another game afoot.<br><br>It seemed that she wanted to dance after all. "Keep up?" He chuckled and followed her slipping through the gaps in the crowd that she seemed to instinctively find. "Its more likely do you think you can handle all of this."<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: More Human Than Human [New York, U.S.A.]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caela</strong> on <strong>12-06-2013, 05:24:52</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i980.photobucket.com/albums/ae282/caela_ecub/Redheads/c94013b3-6c8e-48b2-ba06-baec8209e51f_zpsafcbb331.jpg) (http://s980.photobucket.com/user/caela_ecub/media/Redheads/c94013b3-6c8e-48b2-ba06-baec8209e51f_zpsafcbb331.jpg.html)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Dannara "D" Jacobson<br><strong>Occupation/Status:</strong> Pickpocket/Petty Thief<br><strong>Location:</strong> Purgatory<br><strong>Action Summary:</strong> Chatting with Aaron<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Aaron<br><strong>Open to Others:</strong> Yes<br><strong>Wearing:</strong>http://i980.photobucket.com/albums/ae282/caela_ecub/Misc%20Story%20Accessories/clothes14.jpg (http://s980.photobucket.com/user/caela_ecub/media/Misc%20Story%20Accessories/clothes14.jpg.html)<br><br><hr><br>"I'm not <em>un</em>comfortable with you, but you're right, I am used to certain reactions from people. My friends tell me it's the eyes. Apparently they don't look typical of a "normal" blind person and unsettle most people," she said, giving a small shrug. Having never actually seen what her own, or another blind persons, eyes looked like she couldn't truly say and simply had to trust her friends assessment on the matter.<br><br>When he said he'd like to know how she wove through the crowd in the club she simply flashed him a small smirk over her shoulder. <em>If</em> she actually got to know him beyond simply dancing for a part of the evening she might satisfy his curiosity, but until she knew him better she'd simply let him wonder and think of her as an exceptionally talented blind woman.<br><br>Stepping onto the dance floor she shot Aaron another smirk and commented, "I have yet to find a dance partner I can't keep up with!" <br><br>Turning her gaze to the floor, she found the thermal signatures of her friends (as unique looking to her gaze as faces were to a normally sighted persons) and easily wove her way to them, though not before shooting Aaron a fresh smirk that all but dared him to follow where the blind girl led! As she re-joined her friends, they cast appreciative glances at the handsome man following Dannara and cast a few glances between each other, thoughts of poaching clearly passing between them...after all, he wouldn't really <em>want</em> the blind girl, and Dannara wouldn't mind. They were certain she'd actually brought him over for them to enjoy anyway.<br><br>Waiting for Aaron to catch up, still with that daring smirk to taunt him, she began to move with the beat of the music, her body sinuous and graceful and making it abundantly clear that her hearing worked just fine as she moved to subtleties in the music that were lost on most people.
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