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Post by Tikoaztite on Dec 28, 2015 23:32:29 GMT -6
In a dark Tokyo alleyway, one could definitely notice sparks shooting out of....something like a firework if they looked closely. What they would have to look even harder to notice from the sidewalks, though, was what it was coming from- The mid-back of a dark-haired teenaged boy. Well, at least what was supposed to *look* like a teenaged boy- anyone with any knowledge of human anatomy would realize the child was an android, and anyone with eyes would realize 'he' was heavily damaged with virtually no way of getting help.
>physical status| ....critical, seek maintenance >mental status| ....hopeless >current location| .... ERROR >battery life| ....57%
The damaged android tried to let out a quiet cry for help, but his words came out distorted and under many layers of static. Out of all the times he could gone out of his house alone... Now here he was, being nearly unable to move without some equivalent of pain and thrown in an alley to eventually lose power and 'die'. Emitting a low, metallic, static-ridden noise of distress, he watched hopelessly and helplessly as the human population of Tokyo simply walked past the alley he had been thrown into, not even bothering to notice the sparks coming from it. Though it wasn't like he could watch all too well; he had lost all sight in his left eye and his remaining vision would often be obscured by static. After a while, both eyes- one completely black, one a brilliant emerald- fluttered shut, rendering him oblivious to the human who, curious about the sparks, had approached his injured form. -----
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Post by Kor on Dec 31, 2015 10:12:31 GMT -6
A young man was taking a stroll through Tokyo streets, wearing a nice jacket with its hood pulled up. He hadn't intended to pay a visit to Tokyo - he'd gotten stranded here and his team had no idea where he was. HE didn't know where he was. Walking through Tokyo's streets, he couldn't help but notice the sparks coming from the alleyway he had just passed by. He backtracks and lowers his hood. "What the hell..?" He hesitantly enters the alley, trying to get a good look at whatever it was.
(If you'd rather wait for someone else to RP with, just let me know, and I'll delete the comment! :-0)
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Post by Waverunner on Dec 31, 2015 11:04:25 GMT -6
A little girl wandered the streets of Tokyo, calling "Mama, mama!". She had been separated from her family when they had exited a restaurant. She ran straight into a woman's legs. "Watch it little girl!!!", the woman yelled at her in Japanese. The girl had no idea what the woman said, for the girl was a native Tamil speaker, and had just started learning English. She scampered away from the woman. After walking for what felt like an eternity, she noticed an alley with....stars coming out of it? She went closer and noticed they were sparks, like the fire her mom cooked over back in India. So she went into the alleyway to investigate
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Post by Waverunner on Dec 31, 2015 11:05:31 GMT -6
btw I love that gif of Kaito
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Post by Tikoaztite on Dec 31, 2015 12:20:27 GMT -6
(Thanks~! But I'm gonna have to go with Kor's response since she came along first- Sorry!)
Footsteps. The sound was expected in the streets of such a heavily-populated city, the injured "boy" knew, but these were just... Different. They were coming closer. That meant.... That meant someone could have noticed him. And then a voice, most likely male, that seemed just a little closer to him than the rest of the city. Though his trust in humans was at an all-time low, by the tone of his voice, this human seemed to be more confused than malicious. Slowly, the thinly-built android let his only functional eye flutter open- adding a strange ring of glowing emerald light to the flurry of sparks- and emitted a distorted, metallic noise of distress that lasted for only a few short seconds. His left hand- completely skinned, fully revealing the metal underneath and exposing a few wires- seemed to twitch, as well, but unlike the other two actions, he wasn't directly controlling it.
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Post by Kor on Dec 31, 2015 12:29:24 GMT -6
"Oh, damn!" the man exclaims, beginning to realize exactly what was going on. If his appearance wasn't indicative enough, he didn't sound even remotely Japanese. "You're- you're a- You're hurt! Can you speak? What should I do?" He knelt down and waved his hands a bit. He was lucky to be wearing gloves, otherwise he'd be getting burns all over. Even now, he had to pat sparks from his face. He takes the android's skinned hand and holds it up for a second, then tries to locate where exactly the sparks were coming from.
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Post by Tikoaztite on Dec 31, 2015 15:53:37 GMT -6
Shock. Concern. Surprise. The emotions he could deduce from this man's actions- they gave the android a small glimmer of comfort that he was in at least semi-safe hands. A single eye followed the other's hands the best it could, though static would often come up and block his vision- so he was often just a little off in following. He tried to respond to the man's questions, but everything that came out of his artificial larynx cut off randomly and was mostly unintelligible due to its distortion. Giving up trying to speak, he stopped trying to answer after about a second and simply shook his head, watching the other pick up his hand. If one were to thoroughly inspect his body, they'd find the sources of the sparks were many frayed wires, located about six inches below the base of his neck, closer to his left shoulder than his right. The sparks had burnt many holes in his shirt, the white fabric mostly ruined by burns and motor oil stains. Slowly, his right arm- the least injured of his limbs, though not by much- began to outstretch in jerky movements, his hand making its way into one of the man's pockets, holding onto the pouch walls, and tugging very lightly as a desperate, wordless attempt at saying 'don't leave me.'
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Post by Kor on Dec 31, 2015 16:29:04 GMT -6
The young man frowns as he searches. The android didn't seem to be able to talk, but that wasn't the biggest concern he had right now. "What the hell happened to your clothes?" He shakes his head as his hands work over his clothes, trying to find some anomaly beyond the oil and soot. When the android's hands reach his pocket, the man grabs it and puts it out. He wondered briefly if this was a pickpocket trick, but there wasn't a chance considering the condition of this android. He had to turn the android over to spot the biggest problem. "Ah, hell..." He couldn't just patch this with cloth, could he? It's not like there was any blood to stifle. And he had nothing on him but a few small weapons - he'd even lost his phone on the trip here. But then, in the alley, he spotted an old, grimy roll of duct tape. He grabs it quickly, then holds it in front of the android's face. "Will bandaging that area with this help? Blink once for yes, twice for no."
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Post by Tikoaztite on Dec 31, 2015 21:59:36 GMT -6
In all honesty, the feeling of hands on his form caused him to flinch, memories of rougher hands and the 'pain' they brought him still relatively new files. His hand near-instantly retracted when it was pulled out of the other's pocket, in a motion definitely a little too quick for how damaged the android's arm had been- a weak, short-lived, high-pitched metallic screech left him as he let his arm go limp onto the ground. When the duct tape was held in front of him, it took him a few seconds for him to realize what it was- though it wasn't the best option,- or the cleanest, for that matter- it would probably work for a little while, and it seemed to be all that the other had to work with. Emitting a small metallic chirp, he blinked once, his other, disabled eye opening when the blink finished, revealing itself to be completely black, with no form of cornea or iris.
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Post by Kor on Dec 31, 2015 23:11:07 GMT -6
The man nods to himself and rips a long piece of duct tape off, grunting a bit from the effort. He places it as properly as he can, then does the same with several more pieces, until the area was almost entirely covered. "Hell... Hopefully this does some good for you..." Still holding the duct tape unrolled a bit, he shifted his posture so he was giving the android a little bit more distance and trying to analyze if he could do anything else with the tape.
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Post by Tikoaztite on Jan 2, 2016 2:04:29 GMT -6
Even still, the damaged android flinched away from the first time a strip of tape was placed down, though his form seemed to relax at the rest of them. He was actually beginning to trust this man, the only human to have taken notice to the sparks that were flying from him mere seconds ago. Looking up at him, the android made no sound but the faint whirring of internal fans and motors, though his mouth formed a single word- 'Carbon'. It wasn't really the best lipsync- seeing as how a good portion of the silicon that formed his lips and facial skin was torn off- but it was good enough to make the word recognizable. If one really took the while to examine his form, they'd find that on his neck, hidden by dark hair matted with dirt and motor oil, was a serial number printed in black: C-6-1201.
outofthealley also simply because referring to this guy as 'the android' gets a little annoying after a while, just gonna clarify the muse I'm using is named Carbon
i name a lot of my characters after elements okay
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Post by Kor on Jan 2, 2016 9:10:13 GMT -6
The man was confused by the word the android mouthed: 'Carbon.' It was either a name or something he needed. "Carbon?" echoes the man, and didn't say anymore. he didn't have any carbon, so he hoped it was a name. He searches as best he could but the only important thing he found was the serial number on the back of his neck. After that, the man sat back on his heels. He looked at his ruined gloves, but shrugged it off. If they didn't wash off, he had more. He looked back at the android. "Let's get you out of this alley, huh? Get a hotel room or something..." He pauses, looking down at the broken, grimy mess in front of him, then breathes a laugh. It wouldn't be the weirdest thing he'd had in a hotel room. He leans over and wraps his arms around his torso and gave an experimental hoist.
Yeah np, I'm gonna introduce this guy at some point but if you want a name to use for him he'll probably introduce himself as King Nice icon (σ゚∀゚)σ
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Post by Tikoaztite on Jan 6, 2016 19:24:41 GMT -6
Carbon nodded a single time at the man's repeat, somewhat relieved his face wasn't damaged enough to make even mouthed words unrecognizable. To be honest, the man was quite correct to not find anything important on the surface: Much of the heavier damage to the android's thinly-built form was under his skin, such as his legs-bent at odd angles and unable to move beyond slight twitching, yet with most of the skin intact. Carbon gave a small metallic hum in agreement with the thought of getting out of the alley, though he was quite startled when lifted. His arms folded over the other's, steel hands gripping onto the fabric of his jacket to have a lesser chance of slipping through the man's arms. A few fearful-sounding whirrs and mechanical noises left him, though quiet and easy to miss.
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Post by Kor on Jan 6, 2016 19:39:04 GMT -6
"Tell me if it hurts, I'll put you down," grunts the man. He liked to consider himself healthy, but struggling to lift this android wasn't exactly proving him right. He staggers out of the alley, and turns back the way he came towards a hotel he'd passed. He wasn't planning to find a place to stay until much later, but there'd been a change of plans. He carries Carbon into the lobby to a very surprised employee. In broken Japanese, he asked for a room, then took the key and brought Carbon into an elevator, practically huffing from the exertion. "You still good? I'm gonna bring you into the room and put you down on the bed, then I'll check you out. I used to be a mechanic. Kinda."
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Post by Tikoaztite on Jan 16, 2016 20:27:46 GMT -6
Save for the constant whirring of fans, the black-haired android kept silent on the way to the hotel. His grip tightened and relaxed at random, unpredictable times, sometimes even releasing the man's jacket fabric entirely. Carbon's eyes had shut about halfway there, so he was unable to see the hotel employee's reaction; he was expecting such a reaction, though, so he didn't bother for his one emerald orb to reveal itself. As the man made his way to the elevator, he simply allowed himself to be carried, his eyes slowly opening as his head turned up a bit, trying to get the other at least partially in his view. He let a little staticky noise escape him after the man's question and explanation, which seemed to have at least as much affirmation as you could get from a pitiful, robotic chirp buried under static.
(Sorry for how late this was! My Notes app on my phone decided it was gonna clear itself, and I had to start over from scratch with the response- and I've been having some really bad writer's block on top of it- eheheh
nothing like going about your daily shift working at a hotel, only for some random guy carrying/dragging a severely damaged robot asking for a room in horrible, yet understandable japanese definitely not something you see much in that line of work)
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