Lonesome Nights and Neon Lights
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				Title: <strong>Lonesome Nights and Neon Lights</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elohim</strong> on <strong>12-03-2008, 23:55:00</strong>
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				It had been just another booze filled night for Elaine, so far she had put away quite a few glasses of straight whiskey.&nbsp; It was enough to put most people into a drunken stupor, or possibly a coma but her metabolism wasn’t exactly human, her biosystems were able to handle to load quite well, but even now she was swaying in her chair smoking away at a crumpled cigarette<br><br>“What’s the fucken point...”&nbsp; She said with a slight flourish of her hand, she seemed like she was about to go into another angst filled rant, but the bartender stopped her midway and slid another drink into her waiting hand.<br><br>It was quite the waste actually, she could have been what you called pretty that is if she tried.&nbsp; She was a bit stern of face, with hardened features and serious eyes.&nbsp; Her lips were full, but they seemed to be stuck in a constant frown.&nbsp; &nbsp;Her short brown hair was messy almost as if she just woke up this morning, rolled out of bed, and made her way here.&nbsp; Elaine was wearing a pair of jeans that were torn at the knees and bottoms, a pair of muddy old combat boots, and a liquor stained tank top.&nbsp; <br><br>She took another long drink and shook her head.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lonesome Night and Neon Lights</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabby</strong> on <strong>13-03-2008, 01:25:40</strong>
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				Cobey Fisher had served with the standard marines back in the war. Though he had been young then, and fortunate enough to be placed on border control. He had seen his share of combat, but nothing as intense or traumatizing as the veterans on the front line. He was indeed lucky to have spent the periods of fighting at the border, holding it against small conflicts.<br><br>He had never been a military man. He had stood out amongst the frat boyish jarheads, and today, he hadn't taken any of their fashions or customs with him. While he would always wear his old dog tag under his clothing, in memory of certain friends, you would have no idea he was anything close to a soldier. A gray jacket with the hood down, half unzipped to reveal a simple white under-shirt, with long jeans and simple sneakers. He had a slightly 'jazz bar' look to him, with his black hair straight and neat, a face both dark and strangely cheerful, with small round glasses, the rims thin, and the actual lenses tinted red.<br><br>They didn't really do anything now that he had had his bad eye replaced with a bionic prostetic. He still wore them occasionally, and they managed to pass as good looking, where many other people would have looked silly wearing them.<br><br>"Hmmm..." <em>Every night that woman shows up... I recognize her, but I just can't put my finger on it</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lonesome Night and Neon Lights</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elohim</strong> on <strong>13-03-2008, 01:53:55</strong>
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				The borg felt eyes wandering over her, her body tensed ever so slightly as artificial muscles moved into long trained and programmed readiness.&nbsp; She was always jumpy, even more so after she had moved past buzzed to drunk.&nbsp; A hand moved to her belt, reaching for a firearm that was no longer there, and she sighed as her shoulders slumped forward.&nbsp; <br><br>“Always something to remind me...”&nbsp; She mumbled to herself as she pivoted her body slightly to get a better look at Cobey.&nbsp; Trendy little punk isn’t he?&nbsp; She thought to herself as her lips parted into a half sneer.&nbsp; She took another deep drag, and flicked her cigerette to the ground not far from the man’s sneakers.&nbsp; <br><br>What the fuck was he looking at?&nbsp; Couldn’t a woman come to drink alone at a bar without all the goddamn spectators?&nbsp; It just pissed her off.&nbsp; She wasn’t giving any signals for some punk kid to think she was here looking for a good time, so the look could only be one of pity, and that...&nbsp; Really pissed off the mechanical maiden.&nbsp; <br><br>“What the fuck are you looking at?”&nbsp; She almost growled, a slight slur in her speech as she swayed slightly from side to side.&nbsp; Elaine gestured to the stranger, <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lonesome Night and Neon Lights</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabby</strong> on <strong>13-03-2008, 02:00:30</strong>
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				He almost recoiled at this, and tried to meet her eye to eye but ended up looking at his bourbon and coke. "Erm... sorry... I thought I recognized you.." he then gave a quick look at her boots and an idea came to him. "Uhh... 254th Platoon? Ring any bells?" it was the group they had started in, and the one she had left to do the more serious fighting.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lonesome Night and Neon Lights</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elohim</strong> on <strong>13-03-2008, 03:24:34</strong>
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				Her head lulled backwards, and started to laugh rather half heartedly.&nbsp; “You?&nbsp; You don’t look like the military type kid. Yea I spent a bit of time in the 254.”&nbsp; That was until she was transferred out, they said she had potential so they sent her to the meat grinder.&nbsp; Her eyes closed for a moment as she took another long drink.<br><br>“So, looks like you’ve done alright for yourself now that the fighting has ended.”&nbsp; &nbsp;There was a hint of disdain in her voice.&nbsp; She wouldn't admit it, but she was jealous of the man already...&nbsp; his integration atleast taken at face value seemed seamless, even when she was attempting to act civilian in the begining it all seemed a sham, atleast to her.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lonesome Night and Neon Lights</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabby</strong> on <strong>13-03-2008, 03:32:29</strong>
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				He hoped he wasn't pushing his limits, but he carefully sat at the stool next to her. "Honestly, I didn't do much... border defense. We only saw on and off conflicts, never lasting long" he raised his hand up to the bartender who knew his usual and nodded his head to get her something as well. "What about you?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lonesome Nights and Neon Lights</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elohim</strong> on <strong>13-03-2008, 03:50:59</strong>
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				“Ah that explains it... probably spent more nights smoking pot in the barracks then actually engaging the enemy.”<br><br>Elaine was about to protest, but it would seem the Cobe already figured out her weakness.&nbsp; Anyone could have though, if they spent more then a few days at the bar.&nbsp; A hand reached out to drain her glass, giving just a hint of a cough as cheap whiskey scorched its way down her throat.&nbsp; <br><br>“Well, I was transferred to the front lines...&nbsp; Almost like living in a fucken blender.”&nbsp; She swallowed hard, for a moment remember the sensation of being torn apart by shrapnel,&nbsp; her green eyes closed for a moment as her fist clenched.&nbsp; <br><br>It took a few deep breaths for her to return to reality, and almost right away she lit another smoke.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lonesome Nights and Neon Lights</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabby</strong> on <strong>13-03-2008, 04:14:45</strong>
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				"Gah... the front line..." everyone knew it was hell there, but the only people who knew just what kind of hell it was were people like Elaine, people who would rather not recall such memories. "Sorry... was just curious... you don't gotta talk about it" he brought his hand up and flexed his fingers, watching them. "My hand was crushed when one of the bunkers collapsed... shattered three fingers completely, so now I got prostetics" he clenched his fist lightly and held his glass, taking another long swallow. <br><br>"Got a bullet in the lung as well... I was coughing up fluids and when I woke up, the war was over and I had a prostetic lung as well. One of my eyes later went blind from one of the airstrikes on us, so thats a bionic as well"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lonesome Nights and Neon Lights</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elohim</strong> on <strong>13-03-2008, 04:35:57</strong>
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				She shook her head, why bother holding anything back now.&nbsp; Besides, hearing the truth of it might cause the kid to take his conversation elsewhere.&nbsp; So she brought a finger to her head and tapped against it.&nbsp; <br><br>“The brain is the only original part of me left, I’m not exactly sure what happened to me...&nbsp; But, I should have been put in a pine box, but here I am now for better or for worse.”&nbsp; The woman simply shrugged her shoulders.&nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lonesome Nights and Neon Lights</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabby</strong> on <strong>13-03-2008, 04:47:11</strong>
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				He went very quiet then and suddenly felt kind of foolish for how he had spoken. His injuries seemed nothing in comparison. "Your... entire body, huh? Wow..." something seemed to snap into place then and he perked up. "Elaine?" he grinned as he finally realized who it was. "It is you! Damn, you were all over the barracks. Everyone was talking about the stuff your team pulled off. Geez, we almost owe the war to-" he stopped and suddenly caught himself.<br><br>"Oops... sorry, I didn't wanna... nevermind. Your kind of a legend to the grunts"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lonesome Nights and Neon Lights</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elohim</strong> on <strong>13-03-2008, 05:13:36</strong>
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				For a brief moment a smile spread across those lips, it last for just a second but soon faded leaving no trace behind.&nbsp; That...&nbsp; That was who she was supposed to be, wasn’t it?&nbsp; A soldier and a weapon merged into one being, the memory of past glory though was all she had left, a hand moved to brush a few strands of tangled hair from her eyes.&nbsp; <br><br>“Tha...”&nbsp; She stopped herself midway through the word an just took another drink.&nbsp; <br><br>“That was a long time ago.”&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lonesome Nights and Neon Lights</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabby</strong> on <strong>14-03-2008, 02:57:28</strong>
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				"Yeah... I'll stop talking about it..." he bought her another drink, wanting to move on to a lighter topic. "So... how are you handling yourself?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lonesome Nights and Neon Lights</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elohim</strong> on <strong>14-03-2008, 03:55:22</strong>
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				"Do you even have to ask....&nbsp; um, what did you say your name was kid?"&nbsp; &nbsp; She said with a slight gesture of her hand,&nbsp; the soft sound of cybernetic mechanisms was heard over the din of the crowd.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lonesome Nights and Neon Lights</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabby</strong> on <strong>14-03-2008, 04:20:04</strong>
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				"Cobey... remember? I was the one that had to run the laps? The sarge came right up in my face and asked me if I found something funny. I replied 'Yes sir! Just because its a war, do we have to be super serious sir?' gah, I regretted that one later..."<br><br>He grinned and started to lay off his drink.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lonesome Nights and Neon Lights</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elohim</strong> on <strong>14-03-2008, 04:38:44</strong>
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				Was that the hint of another smirk upon those normally scowling face?&nbsp; The ‘borg did remember the other soldier, mostly that he lacked discipline but also, maybe it was just the fact that there was something else that separated him from the rest of the grunts.&nbsp; <br><br>“Yea, I remember you...pretty hard not to remember the guy who had the balls...&nbsp; Or maybe it was the stupidity to screw around in front of the man in charge.&nbsp; It was actually pretty funny, though I’m not sure if it was your hyjinx or your punishments that amused me.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lonesome Nights and Neon Lights</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabby</strong> on <strong>14-03-2008, 04:44:30</strong>
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				"Hehe... yeah... I was an idiot back then... nothing like seeing child hood friends turned to minced meat to wake a joker up, huh?" suddenly his beeper went off, and he fished around for it, holding it up to read it. "Gah... says I'm now officially over the limit. No driving tonight"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lonesome Nights and Neon Lights</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elohim</strong> on <strong>14-03-2008, 04:58:36</strong>
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				"An upstanding citizen I see."&nbsp; She said "And wars enough change anybody,&nbsp; but...&nbsp; you seem to have held on quite well."&nbsp; She said with a slight slump of her shoulders,&nbsp; causing her breasts to shift ever so slightly against her flimsy tank top.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lonesome Nights and Neon Lights</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabby</strong> on <strong>14-03-2008, 05:06:37</strong>
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				He gave her a sideways peek, then turned to his drink, figuring he could drink on now. "Well... it may not be your original body... but I think you look beautiful..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lonesome Nights and Neon Lights</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elohim</strong> on <strong>14-03-2008, 05:16:35</strong>
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				"What?&nbsp; You must not be able to hold your booze kid?"&nbsp; She said with a bit of a sarcastic laugh.&nbsp; She couldn't help but take another drink.<br><br>&nbsp;"It was a lovely compliment,&nbsp; but ya know try to save those for people that they actually mean something to."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lonesome Nights and Neon Lights</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabby</strong> on <strong>14-03-2008, 05:34:43</strong>
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				"Heh..." he turned his head away and spoke under his breath. "You've obviously never seen any cyborg porn"<br><br>"Seriously though, I'm not saying that 'cause I'm drunk... I think you do look good"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lonesome Nights and Neon Lights</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elohim</strong> on <strong>14-03-2008, 05:59:40</strong>
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				She cocked her eyebrow "I guess there's a fetish for everything nowadays."&nbsp; &nbsp; A single finger moved around the edge of her glass, it was a bit of a nervous twitch.&nbsp; <br><br>"I... see."&nbsp; She forced a bit of a smile not sure what to say next.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lonesome Nights and Neon Lights</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabby</strong> on <strong>14-03-2008, 06:24:11</strong>
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				They just talked and drank for what seemed like, and very well could have been hours, and it was clear NEITHER was driving, so the bar tender knew once the bill was paid he should call them both a cab. He walked up and put a big, thick arm on the counter.<br><br>"So... you two needing two cabs, or one? Hehe"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lonesome Nights and Neon Lights</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elohim</strong> on <strong>14-03-2008, 06:47:16</strong>
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				"Huh?"&nbsp; She said with a bit of a startled look.&nbsp; The 'borg shifted a bit uncomftorably and looked down at the floor, as her booted feet swung slightly back and fourth.&nbsp; The booze fueled haze caused her to freeze up.<br><br>"Wha... what's that supposed to mean?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lonesome Nights and Neon Lights</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabby</strong> on <strong>14-03-2008, 06:50:55</strong>
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				"Exactly what I said. You two be needing two cabs, or one?" Cobey also looked a little taken aback, but he looked at Elaine as if he wanted her to answer. And was that a smile? This night could easily lead to better places.
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				Post by: <strong>Elohim</strong> on <strong>14-03-2008, 07:02:22</strong>
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				"I... better just walk I don't have money to pay for cab fare.&nbsp; I...I'm on a really tight budget."&nbsp; She said trying to come up with a decent excuse.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lonesome Nights and Neon Lights</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabby</strong> on <strong>17-03-2008, 15:03:27</strong>
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				"Uhhh... Elaine, you don't wanna do that..." he didn't need to tell her why walking such a distance, at this hour, drunk, in this part of the neighborhood was a stupid idea. "Unless you wanna get gang raped and mugged, I'm paying your taxi"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lonesome Nights and Neon Lights</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elohim</strong> on <strong>19-03-2008, 07:01:45</strong>
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				"You're assuming a street punk could rough me up?"&nbsp; She said with a soft sigh.&nbsp; "Must be pretty obvious I've been totally stripped of my hardware..."&nbsp; She said with a rather gentle sigh.&nbsp; "I guess...&nbsp; I don't have much of a choice."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lonesome Nights and Neon Lights</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabby</strong> on <strong>19-03-2008, 15:00:57</strong>
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				He didn't really know what to say, but his slightly nervous smile was enough to show he was actually worried for her. "Come on... I'll get you home" he got off of his stool, swaying a little from the amount he had drank that night, and offered to help her outside if she needed to lean on him.
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