Wired (Darthvegeta800)
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				Title: <strong>Wired (Darthvegeta800)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LadyLucy</strong> on <strong>18-06-2014, 23:07:15</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">Tucking a strand of synthetic hair behind her ear, Brook glanced about the newly decorated house. Her house. She had never had a house before... it was... odd to say the least. She didn't understand why she needed most of the stuff here. But she supposed it was all part of blending in. It just felt odd to her. It was such a drastic change from what how she had been living previously. She had gone from nothing but a machine... and object to be owned and used... to virtually human over night. She wasn't human though. And she never could be. It didn't matter how much she looked human, how much she sounded human, how much she <em>felt</em> human. The fact was she just wasn't and she knew that. It was the feelings she probably disliked the most. Or what passed as feelings. She wasn't real so she doubted she could actually feel but her system was extremely complex. She often wished she was an earlier model so she wouldn't have to<em> feel</em> quite so much.<br><br>Sucking in an unnecessary breath, Brook released it as a sigh, shifting her weight as she realized she had been standing perfectly still for what was probably a profound amount of time. She would have to work on that... acting human. But she had been programmed with a specific purpose and now she was going against that programming and it just felt wrong. It was supposedly for her own good though, or so the group that had set her up in this life had told her. She had found something she shouldn't have. Learned stuff she wasn't supposed to know. She knew it was important sure but she didn't see how it pertained to her. But apparently it was enough to have some pro mech group set her up in this new life. This <em>human</em> life. Well what was it that humans did? She knew what they did with her but what did they do the rest of the time?<br><br>Turning her head around she glanced to the door, tucking a strand of her dark hair behind her ear before crossing the room to answer as a second knock sounded. Opening the door a crack she peered out upon a small plum woman that beamed up at her. "Hello dear. I wanted to be the very first to welcome you to the neighborhood." the woman said as Brook opened the door a little further, studying the plump human. She had met very few woman as they were not the clientele she had once served. And she had certainly never met any quite like this. After a brief moment of processing, Brook shared a smile with the woman that just seemed to make her smile all the brighter. “Thank you for the welcome.” She&nbsp; said smoothly displaying no pause. “You’re welcome dear! I’m Margery Simms, but please just call me Margery. I live just across the way there.” The woman informed her turning just enough to point to a luxury house just down the street. But all the houses in this neighborhood seemed luxury. “And I’m having a small neighborhood get together later tonight, and well since you are now part of the neighborhood it’s only proper to invite you as well! Get to meet the neighbors!” Mrs. Simms said without any pause.<br><br>&nbsp;Brook realized that despite her kind nature she found this human woman almost… irritating. Odd… she had never felt irritation. She would have preferred to not meet the neighbors… She had been told to lay low and act normal. Of course at the moment those two seemed to be contradicting each other. If she were to lay low and stay at home, surely it would be seen as rude not to attend and rather abnormal. Right? But then by trying to act normal and attending the party she could only be drawing attention to herself. The new neighbor moving in overnight and without notice… surely they would talk. In fact they might talk more if she didn’t go. No doubt think she was hiding something. Keeping that fake kind smile upon her face Brook gave a small nod. “It sounds lovely, I would love to attend.” She said the words almost forced, the plump womans face seeming to light up all the more if at all possible. Lies were not something she was used to but she would have to work on that… practice. Perhaps tonight could simply serve as practice…<br></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Wired (Darthvegeta800)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darthvegeta800</strong> on <strong>22-06-2014, 14:36:41</strong>
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				It was then a car drove down the street. It stopped at the house of her other neighbour. A man she had yet to meet. <br>But the salesman had underlined that she lived in a classy neighborhood and that next door she had a 'copper'! So she'd be extra safe!<br>Naturally the man had been a slimey whiney fellow who was desperate to make his quote. Still there had been no lie in that part.<br>The car was a black toyota and out of the door came a tall, bulky fit man. He was middle-aged but he looked like he was fitter than most adolescent football stars. Clad in blue shirt and jeans, he had a brown jacket and sunglasses in his front pocket. His hair was black and cut short, but there were strands of grey in the air. They actually made him more esthetically pleasing.<br><br>She noticed his blue eyes turned towards her and he nodded politely at her. He didn't seem to like Madame Simms though as his quickened his pace ever so lightly as soon as he noticed her.<br>Regretfully for the poor man, madame Simms had seen her and waved <strong><em>"Mister Swabel! Please come join us! Have you met your new neighbour already?"</em></strong><br>He stopped, the splitsecond of hesitation was not noticed by the petulant woman and he turned around, heading towards them.<br>"No I regretfully I haven't met her yet" he said as he nodded more clearly at Brook. He smiled kindly at her and shook their hands.&nbsp; A quick shake for Margery Simms, a more lasting one for her. His hand was strong but a bit rough. <br><em><strong>"I am Konrad Swabel."</strong></em> he said <em><strong>"A pleasure"</strong></em>.<br>He towered over them but despite his intimidating appearance he seemed quite introvert.<br>Margery Simms began to talk about nonsense and at the same time Konrad's gaze never left hers. She detected a faint change in his heartbeat whenever she smiled at him.<br>He mostly just nodded in faked agreement with Margery Simms, probably hoping it would end his suffering quicker that way.
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