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Post by xdarkestxsoulx on Feb 14, 2007 14:30:16 GMT -5
She stepped inside and smiled brightly up at the woman. "Hello, I am Model #3357999. How may I be of assistance?" she asked, tone light as ever. ((I'll start using the 3 digits now, typing that whole thing out was a pain! X3))
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Post by ♥ Luna Xian ♥ on Feb 15, 2007 11:05:17 GMT -5
The Model nodded and headed upstiars. She walked up the stairs, quiet as a mouse, and stopped on the landing. Poking her head around she looked at the doors. "Office" She repeated to herself. After a moment of looking around, and memorizing the upstairs, she found it. Plugging a cord into the port, she began to copy all the date to herself.
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((Ah I know, don't worry he'll name you soon!))
Alice smiled, "Ah no dearie, not now. Felix will be home in," She checked her watch, "He will be home any minute now."
Right on cue, one knock on the door, and in entered a man. Around the age of 17, dark hair, green eyes. "Hello?" He asked, seeing his mother and a woman--with wings, in his house, "Who is this?"
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Post by xdarkestxsoulx on Feb 15, 2007 19:45:34 GMT -5
She turned at the sound of a a knock on the door, guessing that that was Felix. As soon as he'd come in, she smiled once more, turning towards him. "Hello, I am Model *999. I am your new Persacom. How may I be of assistance?" she repeated from before. Remembering the man's note, she held out her left arm, showing the red ribbon and bow.
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Post by ♥ Luna Xian ♥ on Feb 15, 2007 19:58:13 GMT -5
"WOW!" Felix cried, his eyes almost popping out of his head. "Hullo..." He said, almost like a robot, "Dude..." He read the card on her arm. "Wow..."
Alice giggled, "Feli," She said his pet name, "Don't act all silly like that, show your new doll around, make sure to name her."
Felix nodded mutely, "My own persocom..." He mumbled as he began to scale the stairs, expecting the Persocom to follow, "Now to think of a name... Opal? Ah perhaps, that was the name of my first dog..."
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Post by xdarkestxsoulx on Feb 16, 2007 16:25:09 GMT -5
She followed him willingly, skipping along up the stairs behind her master, listening to him think of names for her. "Dog?" she repeated, wondering what exactly was a dog as she'd never seen one before. "What is a dog?"
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Post by Sturm on Feb 16, 2007 18:10:33 GMT -5
Model #3360138MName: Model #3360138M ((The M stands for military, cuz I'm throwing in a twist.)) Gender: Male Age: 2 Months, 8 days. Orientation: Programmable Status: Also programmable Model #3360138M was stored in a locker, in the back of a black market shop that sold 'less than legal' items to the public under the table. He was shut off for now, condemmed to an eternal slumber until someone purchased him. His life started 2 Months and 8 days ago, when he was manufactured in a secret part of the Persocom factory, as a prototype military fighting machine, as in, like the terminator. He had nearly the same capabilities as well, as in being able to get shot 100 times, and not even skip a beat, and picking up and throwing cars, etc. He had a 2 terabyte hard drive, which is 2000 gigabytes, more than 2 of the top of the line civilian persocoms that were currently available. His processor was also insanely powerful, allowing him to make complex strategical desicions, which would be needed for the military. However, the military was sick of waiting for mass-production to start, and they cut the program. So to cut their losses, they sold the military persocoms out to whoever would buy them, even less legitimate buyers could get their hands on them. So here #3360138M was doomed to stay in this shop, until someone came up with $5000 to buy him with. Until that day, he would sit around and collect dust.
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Post by ♥ Luna Xian ♥ on Feb 16, 2007 19:00:34 GMT -5
"A dog, like woof woof? Four legs, all sizes, man's best friend, but turned obsolete when persocoms came out, ya know?" Felix said, almost bitterly, "Well anyway, my first dog, and my best friend was named Opal. I was just thinking about her, but then wouldn't it be bad luck to name something after someone who died tragically? Yeah seems like it, but erm, I need ta name you something, ya know? What kind of name would you like?" Felix asked bluntly after a long time of rambling. --------- /The Girl/ (Just without all that extra 'frill')A mysterious, dark looking girl entered the shop, her head down, plae blonde hair falling onto the black attire. Icy blake eye framed in a pale face looked around. In a way, it looked as if all the color had been sucked from the girl. She was older looking, but the white and black contrast gave her a much younger look. "Military dolls, where are they?" She hissed, eyes moving slowly over to the shopkeeper. Black eyes looked at all the other dolls, laying gathering dust.
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Post by Sturm on Feb 16, 2007 19:43:33 GMT -5
The shopkeeper lazily peered up at the customer from his magazine. "Military 'coms eh? Follow me," he said, gesturing to a pitch black room in the back. He walked back into the room, and flipped on a lightswitch, illuminating the room with an eerie, dim light.
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Post by xdarkestxsoulx on Feb 16, 2007 21:07:36 GMT -5
The Model quirked her head to the side, taking in this new information. "I don't care. It is Felix's decision," she said simply, smiling as always. "Is there anything I can do to help?" She was interested now in these dogs her new master spoke of with such affection.
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Post by ♥ Luna Xian ♥ on Feb 16, 2007 21:46:34 GMT -5
The pale woman blinked, and looked around, "Where are theeyy?" She hissed, almost like a snake, "I want onnneee, now!" The 'now' was emphisized by a sweeping gesture of her hand. "I will pay top dollar for a doll with the highesssttt proccessing powerrs. I know you selll theem." Her voice was snaky, intimidating, one that caused fear, and commanded obediance. "I know you have onneee."
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"Hmm, I guess Opal then, as I am at a lack of a better name, is Opal okay for you?" Felix asked, "Oh hey, this is my room, come in." He said, opening the door. His room was large, posters with weird band names written on them lined the walls, a messy bed was the center peice. Dirty cloths and trash lines the floor, "Pay no mind to my mess."
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Post by Sturm on Feb 16, 2007 23:07:20 GMT -5
The shop owner stuck his hand out at her. "You can have it, but it'll cost you $5000, so pay up," he said. His other hand reached back to his knife, seeing as how this person was rather suspicious.
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Post by xdarkestxsoulx on Feb 17, 2007 9:15:43 GMT -5
Opal nodded, liking the new name she'd been giving. Stepping inside, she looked around at the mess of a room and immediately began thinking about how to tidy up the place. "Is there anything you wish for me to do?"she repeated as she didn't know what else to do but work. Looking at the posters hanging on the wall, Opal tried to understand what they meant but could make no sense of the jumble of words and pictures. She still have much to learn about humans and their ways and Felix could help with that.
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Post by ♥ Luna Xian ♥ on Feb 17, 2007 10:29:48 GMT -5
"Ah well, um. I have an MP3 Player, it is rather old," He said, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a "well-loved" little player. "Would it be possible for you to transfer all my songs to yourself, then play them over while I think of what to do next?"
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Post by ♥ Luna Xian ♥ on Feb 17, 2007 12:51:34 GMT -5
The woman's eyes spark, "Five grand is alll? Well nine grand will keep your mouth shut righhhttt? No one will know this doll was evvverrr here, or that I bought eettt, isn't that right?" The woman hissed, pulling the money out from a hidden pocket, hundreds of dollar bills just waiting.
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Post by Sturm on Feb 17, 2007 12:59:29 GMT -5
The owner's eyes sparkled as she named the price. "Nope, no one will know," he said, snatching the wad of bills. He punched in the code to the locker, and there was a small clunk as it unlocked. The man opened it, and there was Model #3360138M, with a thin coating of dust. The man flipped the switch on him #138M, and he came to life. #138M scanned the individuals, and began a systems check. "#3360138M, this is your new owner," the shop owner said, with a sharp smirk. #138M walked over to the woman who was his owner. "Model #3360138M, at your command," the persocom said, devoid of any emotion.
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