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Post by Simeon Nystrom on Aug 23, 2022 5:43:54 GMT
In the city of fools, I was careful and cool but they tore me apart like a hurricane.
They didn't have the time for this. Whatever was happening, he would have preferred to know every single detail to get the edge over the enemy. The fact was, there was no information, none whatsoever, and the time that they had to study and prepare was zilch. Of course, he could have spent as much time as he could studying that strange menu screen, but to what avail? They only had twelve hours and even that was now less than. There was no time to gather information and that's what scared him the most. This was supposed to be his turf. His tower. His home. And now look at it. If there was a way out of here alive he would have to do his best to wing it. Or find a way to gather as much information as possible while still moving toward an objective. The tagalong wasn't helpful. She was a stressor, in fact. It didn't help that with every passing moment, she seemed to be working against him, rather than actually giving any helpful advice or information. Although, how could he expect her to have any information? She was just as confused, or even more so due to the fact that she had no idea where she was in the first place. Well, she better get whelmed quickly, or things might get worse before they could do anything profitable. She had asked about how he seemed to be getting around quickly, and it soon occurred to him that she might not be able to even see the pulsing arrow on the ground. No time to respond though, as he was certain whatever was coming down the corridor was surely out to destroy them. His theory was soon realized the moment the "tagalong" decided it was a brilliant idea to disregard his warning and straight up give away their position. He glared at her, dumbfounded by her disrespect and carelessness. But there was no time to run from it or to even turn around as the alarm blared before them most certainly alerting other bots like it nearby. It stopped rolling directly in front of the two of them and six legs sprouted from little sockets that opened around the surface of the orb. It was like a small spider with a screen overwhelmed by large pixelated red eyes. "RED IS SUCH A GLORIOUS COLOR ISN'T IT, SIMEON? IT SHARES MY PASSION AND DETERMINATION AND IT'S THE BEST COLOR TO REPRESENT WORLD DOMINATION, WOULDN'T YOU AGREE." The words were metallic, coming directly from the mechanical being itself. Almost as if it was the computer that was speaking to him, not the individual machine. Of course, there would be no individuality within all of this... would there? Only conformity. Now she knew his name. What a drag, his eyes glanced over in Miss Sherry's direction. Not very many people knew that part about him anymore. At least the computer didn't say Storm or Stormbreaker. Only problems came from Sherry connecting his username and his real-life face. There was no more time to think about turning around and so he did the only thing he could think of. He pulled up the holographic menu, selected the Engineer tag as quickly as he could, and pressed the only button that made sense to press at that moment. ACTIVATE SPACE INVADER!
Without warning a small pixelated canon formed in front of him. All he had to do was think about it shooting and it fired a white, glowing ball of energy at the sphere. It missed. And in it's place, shocked silence as the machine stopped, took a look at the now cracking wall and then turned back to face Simeon who was starting at the game gun in bewilderment. "What the fuck?"[googlefont=Karla] |
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Post by Simeon Nystrom on Aug 21, 2022 5:26:21 GMT
In the city of fools, I was careful and cool but they tore me apart like a hurricane.
"Unremarkable huh?" He said, his expression dipping into a lack of enthusiasm. She had always been quite the charmer, hadn't she? Why did he suddenly want to ignore her now completely? To make her angry? Still, looking down at the flickering time and up at the TV screen, it made him pause his foolish childishness and swipe away the hovering data. Then he moved swiftly toward her, picking up pace as he moved through the doorframe.
He was watching the soft data on the ground, following the directional path down the hall at a quick pace. "You are notorious for judging books by their covers, aren't you? My tower is a work of genius. Which makes it very dangerous. Unfortunately, I've studied every inch of this building and this... This is not part of it. So either it's found a way to magically change reality, or... this could be a sort of visual illusion. Otherwise, there is the possibility we've been brought into the data directly. I need more information, so we need to get to the control room."
Simeon felt sick to his stomach, but he didn't stop. Peeking around each corner when they came to a new hall, and his voice was low, barely above a whisper when he spoke to his unlikely companion. He didn't really care how she treated him, she was no threat to him. At least not at the moment, though in time that may change. It did help how much information he had on her though. And that would be his step up. Despite this lapse in control, he wasn't helpless, and he wasn't going to just give up because his own tech decided to turn on him. Whatever that meant.
Another corner, he stopped, a light from down the hall alerted him to the presence of something within it. He held out a hand to warn his annoying companion and then leaned against the wall to conceal himself. [googlefont=Karla] |
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Post by Simeon Nystrom on Aug 17, 2022 7:44:37 GMT
In the city of fools, I was careful and cool but they tore me apart like a hurricane.
How did she even get here? Where even was here? "Is whatever happening your doing?!"Her voice... It was right in front of him. He bit the inside of his cheek in thought, his eyes drifted away from her face and onto the room around them, and of course, landed on the laughing screen in the corner of the room. This felt so wrong. He wasn't safe. It wasn't safe here. He stopped, closed his eyes, and breathed deep. This was his building. His computer, his territory. Whatever the hell was happening, he wasn't going to allow it to tear him down. Trapped. Prison... It had been a long time since the last time he'd been in jail. He hated to admit it, but he was beginning to understand. He'd been running. Trying to prove himself. Prove to who? The world? No, he was done running. Gold eyes opened and landed on Sherry, but only for a brief moment before he opened the menu again. Something had been off and he'd been too panicked, too bewildered to really pay much attention to it before now. Something was different about the way he saw the world around him. PASSIVE ABILITY: SOFTWARE ENGINEER
A glowing path below him pulsed in the direction of the door. It was subtle, silent, but it was definitely there. It wasn't a surprise that she believed he was the cause of her... teleportation? Kidnapping? He didn't know what it was, but he didn't like it. When was the last time he'd faced another person? Voices were easy. If he didn't want someone to know who he was, he'd just change his voice using technology. But... other than the other members of his network, he hardly saw anyone. "If you must blame someone then I guess I have no choice but to be the person to take that medal. This is my building, my computer after all." They were trapped and needed to be allies. Simeon needed Sherry to at least work with him if either of them were going to get out of this at all. "But if you want to get back to where you were I'm guessing we're going to have to get through this tutorial. Whatever that means."[googlefont=Karla] |
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Post by Simeon Nystrom on Aug 17, 2022 6:09:12 GMT
In the city of fools, I was careful and cool but they tore me apart like a hurricane.
"You're thirteen. And you've been in jail for, what? At least three times. If you just took my offer from the start then-" He saw the realization, the concern, the disappointment. He knew this conversation wasn't going to be easy. He knew this wasn't going to be pleasant. His heart pounded. He should promise to come back. Promise that everything was going to be okay. Promise that he would keep his head down low and that he would live an honest life. But the both of them... They both knew that wasn't going to be the case. Simeon wasn't a good person. He didn't belong in mass, in a church of the holy. A sinner, a broken being. He hated the idea of worrying Vincent, but he didn't want to hurt him or use him any more than he already had.
"You knew everyone would be too busy looking up at the sky to look for you tonight, didn't you."
Simeon thought about it for a moment. Face hidden in the nook between his knees as he sighed. "It's a magical night. Who would pass up the chance to make a wish on an evening like this?" He looked up at the stars, the sky lit up with streaks of color. Wishes... What a joke. Only Simeon could be the master of his own destiny. Logic and strategy would get him through everything he needed. He may only be thirteen, but that didn't mean he was stupid. "Maybe I'll leave this place. I could blend into the crowd, escape into the night, and travel the world. I think I could make it to the next city over if I took a bus."
Vincent's concern brought the guilt again. It was going to be difficult living without the only supportive person he'd had. If there was another way Simeon would take it in a heartbeat, but he just couldn't put that kind of pressure on his brother figure. Just being bailed out of jail by the rich man was shameful enough. Why did he put so much of his time, energy, and resources into him anyway?
"Hey. Thank you. For everything. I don't know how long I'll be gone, or what my ultimate goal is, but I'll be back." He took a long sip of his drink and set it on the table again. This time a smile on his lips, "After tonight, I'll be free. Free to be myself, free to grow, free to learn. I'm not giving up on myself, brother." [googlefont=Karla] |
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Post by Simeon Nystrom on Aug 17, 2022 5:37:23 GMT
In the city of fools, I was careful and cool but they tore me apart like a hurricane.
Simeon gazed at the screen in front of him. The room behind him washed in a pale blue light. His world. His entire universe at the moment. He couldn't even remember the last time he'd left this building. Stacked with cameras, traps, and security. It was practically the safest place he could be. Or... it should have been. He'd built this place with his own two hands, and of course, today was the day the world had to turn upside down. He scrolled through message after message, viewing image after image, clicking link after link. His heart settled in the pit of his stomach. Only an hour ago it seemed as though the whole earth trembled in a violent earthquake, revealing its new creation, the mysterious Obelisks. He couldn't breathe, what... was this? A holographic screen popped up in front of him. Quickly pulled him out of his daze and startled him backward. He stood from his chair in shock and gazed down at the menu screen. "So much ANGST in such a TINY person. Gonna go slash some ankles? xDDDDD" Tiny? Normally those very words would set off a rage that only brought a passive-aggressive reaction. But something about this ominous being calling itself Earth made him feel really uneasy. He studied the menu screen, eyes landing on a word at the end of the list. Engineer. His eyes narrowed at the selection, tempted to press it. What the hell was going on here? Very slowly he lifted his hand and was about to press the button when another message popped up on the screen. "WELCOME TO THE TUTORIAL PHASE! PERHAPS YOUR GATHERING OF INFORMATION WILL BE YOUR DOWNFALL THIS TIME AS YOUR COMPUTER IS QUICKLY LEARNING NEW BEHAVIOR. :D
IF YOU CAN SURVIVE FOR 12 HOURS, STOP THE AI FROM OVERTAKING THE WORLD, I'LL OPEN THE DOOR. BUT PERHAPS IF YOUR HIDING HAS ANYTHING TO SAY, YOU MAY NEVER ESCAPE THIS DUNGEON YOU'VE BUILT AROUND YOURSELF.
IF YOU FAIL WITHIN THE ALLOCATED TIME, YOUR ENEMY WILL GROW STRONGER. GOOD LUCK HACKER BOY. LET'S SEE YOU STRAT YOUR WAY OUT OF THIS GAME."
[11:58:50] Simeon looked up from the screen and instantly regretted it. There, in pixel form, was a face. A grinning jokester. And its laugh sent shivers down his spine. He only saw the face for a moment though, as before he could even comprehend what happened the room changed. An empty room. One door, a camera in the corner, a TV monitor in the other, and a girl. A familiar girl. One he thought he'd never see in person. He was afraid. It was an emotion he was very familiar with. Fear of the unknown. He had no information. He had no control. What the hell was this? [googlefont=Karla] |
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Post by Simeon Nystrom on Aug 17, 2022 3:58:35 GMT
In the city of fools, I was careful and cool but they tore me apart like a hurricane.
Simeon rolled his eyes at Vincent's brotherly "advice". But honestly, it was more of a front. He truly did care about what Vincent had to say. Despite their differences in age and family structures, there was no one Simeon trusted more. He winked slyly and shifted his gaze up to the sky. The aristocrat's coffee came, along with Simeon's sugary delight, and that was when the shower started. Simeon watched the stars fall, mesmerized. Thoughts scored through his brain, especially as Vincent mentioned the reason for their meet-up in the first place.
"You know, I'm just glad we're not meeting in juvie for once."
Simeon might have snickered or scoffed at that if the situation wasn't what it was. The small male sat in a chair next to his friend and lifted his feet to hug his legs against his chest. Just walking into the puberty phase, he was still rather small for his age and could fit his body in this position. He was waiting for his growth spurt to come, though it seemed as though it never would. He sighed softly and stared at his frappe. "Hey listen, I'm going to disappear for a while. I mean, it's going to be different from last time. And the time before that, and the time before that. I'm... I'm not going back into the system... I can't stand it anymore. They're all fake and... Jeremy locked me in the shed. For three days... three days. I'm not going back to that. But... I don't know how long I'll be gone, or if I'll even stay alive for long. I don't really have any safe place to go at the moment, and don't you dare suggest your place. I'm not getting you wrapped up in my hell again."
He pulled the hoodie back over his head to hide his shame. To hide the tears that threatened to explode. Could he really leave the only other person he truly cared about? Could he really leave his brother's side after everything Vincent had done for him? "I'm... Sorry... I just... don't know how else to get out of this." [googlefont=Karla] |
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Aug 16, 2022 23:21:25 GMT
Post by Simeon Nystrom on Aug 16, 2022 23:21:25 GMT
In the city of fools, I was careful and cool but they tore me apart like a hurricane.
'The Lights' huh? Was supposed to be the star event of the season. Fascinating how many people decided it was a brilliant idea to come out on a night like this. Simeon brought his hoodie up over his head to hide his face. The night lingered patiently for the blessings of the sky to fall upon it. He could feel the salty tear stains on his cheeks. His heart pounded in his chest. Simeon had to admit that the only regret he would have from this experience was to disappear from Vincent's life. He didn't know how distant he would actually be, but he knew that he had to lay low from now on. Running from his abusive foster parents at thirteen years old, focusing on escaping the searching police, and living on the streets. None of it sounded fun, in fact, it sounded like a downright nightmare, but it was time he learned how to be his own person. It was time to learn how to be an adult... at thirteen years old. He pulled out his phone and peered down at the screen. Where's the fun in that? Then, he leaned over the edge of the roof, eyes landing on the one and only Vincent Cross. Well, here went... everything. His phone buzzed again and he peered at the words telling him of Vincent's location. A smile slipped onto his lips and he dropped off the edge of the building and landed in a roll on the concrete next to Vincent's table. Then he popped up and stood beside the older male. "Oh come on, I wouldn't miss it for the world. You know that." He pulled his hood off and glanced around, making sure there were no cops around. [googlefont=Karla] |
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Aug 16, 2022 22:49:38 GMT
Post by Simeon Nystrom on Aug 16, 2022 22:49:38 GMT
In the city of fools, I was careful and cool but they tore me apart like a hurricane.
TAG - @
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The standard chunk of Lorem Ipsum used since the 1500s is reproduced below for those interested. Sections 1.10.32 and 1.10.33 from "de Finibus Bonorum et Malorum" by Cicero are also reproduced in their exact original form, accompanied by English versions from the 1914 translation by H. Rackham. [googlefont=Karla] [/div] |
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Post by Simeon Nystrom on Aug 16, 2022 3:20:18 GMT
[nospaces] [attr="class","revcall"] [attr="class","revcalltop"] [attr="class","revcallimg"]  [attr="class","revcallname"]SIMEON NYSTROM [attr="class","revcalllyric"]GOTTA MAKE A MILLION, DOESN'T MATTER WHO DIES [attr="class","revcallbar"] [attr="class","revcallbar1"]
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Storm
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+Video games[break]
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+Winning[break]
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[Trigger warning: Abuse, mental manipulation, murder][break][break]
&& GROWING UP
Having been born to an abusive family, Simeon was taken away from his parents at a very early age, his older brother had died from the abuse his parents went to immediate jail and he was placed into foster care at a year old with a broken arm. At least, that was what he was told and what is written within the governmental files. The only remnant of his past was the small handheld game console that he came with. Even as a one-year-old, he refused to allow anyone to touch them.[break][break]
From that moment on Simeon couldn't attach. He went from house to house because the foster parents couldn't handle his push-away behavior. Distant and terrified of rejection Simeon would focus all of his time on the video game device that he had or on cleaning the house. The foster parents could never understand why a five-year-old that came from an abusive family would be alright with cleaning the house. He barely spoke, barely ate, and got poor grades in school despite how smart everyone knew he was. There seemed to be no interest in homework but tests would often come back with 80-100% precision. No one could understand his isolation.[break][break]
When he turned ten, the running started. Even if he didn't know what he was doing at first. He got caught quite a few times. Moved to quite a few more houses because of it. No, of course, they didn't want him. He wasn't worth their time. He wasn't worth the time of the social workers either. He started getting into more trouble with the cops, having to come after him when he would run.[break][break]
At thirteen he was placed into an abusive home. Social services had no idea what was going on. They had so many eyes on him that it was nearly impossible for him to leave. Cameras were all over the house, with alarms attached to every opening. Everything was locked with a security system and Simeon knew he would have to get out of there. He attempted to escape three times and each time he was locked in a shed in the backyard that would be locked from the outside and with concrete on the inside for three days. The foster parents told the school he was sick with a fever. When he finally escaped by picking the lock.[break][break]
&& ON THE STREETS
He was found during the rain, a man took him in, "PAPA" he called himself, and took him to an underground sewer hideout. About ten other kids lived there. All of them worked for Papa in exchange for food, clothes, and a place to sleep. Simeon learned all his street skills during this time. He hated living where he did and often tried to escape, but he couldn't leave the other kids with that man. Not to mention it was either live with him in the hole underground, or go back into the system, and Simeon was not ready to go down that road again.[break][break]
One night though, a man visited him on his stationed corner. Simeon didn't trust him one bit. He wore all black and there was blood all over the clothes he wore under his coat. He asked Simeon to relay a message. The message was placed in a tiny glass bottle and he was given a very large amount of cash. He never delivered the message. He was intercepted halfway and forced to defend himself with the small knife Papa had given him for protection. In the end, the man who attacked him lay in a pool of blood in the middle of the alleyway. Simeon ran. This was the first time a person would die by his hands. He lost the message in the fight. It fell into the sewage and despite any possible searching he might have been able to do, Simeon couldn't pass it on.[break][break]
He kept the wad of cash though. And a plan began to formulate in the back of his mind. Papa and his three henchmen (a few of the older boys who bullied the younger children) never woke up that night. He took the other kids out and promised to protect them. He found a new hiding place for the group of them inside an abandoned building and started up his mode of operations. He needed to make more money in order to take care of and protect them. So with the money he'd been given Simeon bought and built up the building over time. The outside stayed the same, but the inside transformed as he learned to hack and traffic information between trusted companies and underground operations. He built a security system to keep them safe and to keep his underground computer station hidden. He's made all the appropriate measures to set traps for unwanted guests and the like.[break][break]
The five kids left with him, ranging between ages ten and seventeen currently, with three of them having died since the escape, have helped to attempt to expand his name to potential information buyers without revealing his true identity. This was also how he was able to expand his network (sometimes even pretending to be one of the kids himself).[break][break]
And then the light came, the beginning of devastation and his rise to the top. You see, Simeon is going to get to the bottom of earth's plan, and he's going to play the game right into his own hands.
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[attr="class","revcallplayer"] played by void29 YEARS. SHE - HER. CENTRAL. VOID ◈#1445 |
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