THIS ISN'T WHAT I WANTED, WHAT I PLANNED.

           “that’s what i like to hear.” he assures, then shrugs his shoulders. a part of him isn’t expecting the smile, but it’s nice to see anyway. not bad at all. “yeah, you would be. why do i need an excuse to be up to no good? maybe i’m just out for a no-good time.” 

who would’ve thought that when i finally talked to lauren it would lead to hewwonyara and the return of minecraft goro akechi

hello! i know i’ve had this blog for just 2 days but honestly i have. somethings i want to say about oliver obviously. i don’t know where to start... i’ve been writing him for many years now and he’s gone through a lot of transformations and stages to get where he is today. i want to talk, first and foremost, about oliver’s attitude in general, because it’s very important obviously to defining who he is as a character, and how he copes with the different troubles he’s going through.

first of all, there’s expectation. his father, who is head of the police force in idylisis, has a reputation; well-known for his work throughout the largest city in the world. his name is common with people, and most think so highly of him. firstly, oliver was subjected to bullying from an early age when attending school, simply because the multitude of crimes and organizations are so huge that their children most likely attend the same school. the government are aware that criminals’ children and relatives attend public schools. it’s extremely hard to figure out who is who and what is bad. throughout the story, the rules of idylisis become so jaded and turn back on their own heel, but oliver gets it bad from multiple classmates for multiple reasons. he became distrusting of people when losing various friend groups, either because their parents were caught for something, or some other issue. also, both parents are busy. idylisis, being the top city and all, demands a lot of people who have their names hung up in lights or printed on newspapers (or in this case typed, because newspapers are a thing of the past). a lot of expectation from oliver’s father was placed onto him, but, due to losing multiple friends and having his trust severed, oliver thought to become the one thing his father hates the most: a hacker. 

the setting of idylisis isn’t nice. idylisis plays around with the tropes of a utopia and dystopia; a city that’s supposedly flawless, but in actuality, isn’t (much like no.6!) from a young age, children in schools are taught how to wield and arm weapons. children are also taught how to fend for themselves, and, know fully well how to deceive each other. oliver dealt with both mental and physical bullying (which i’ll leave for another post). due to a notorious hacker who managed to shut down idylisis for two weeks---in which all hell broke loose---they’ve made it a rule that hacking of any kind is forbidden, unless you’re under the authority of the IFA and wear the badge. anyone else found will receive punishments worse than death, depending on the extremity of the crime. oliver found his gift in hacking whilst moving on into secondary school, to which he made no attempts whatsoever at making any friends. he become rude to many, and that alone was butchering his father’s name. so of course, ever since, there’s always been tension between himself and his dad. he since went under the alias of ‘rude boy’---something simple, so that he wouldn’t ever be discovered, nor have much of a distinguishable presence. oliver dropped out of high school then after meeting a man named mr. darcy who runs a mechanics shop. he shortly after met ali, his former lover, who was robbed and murdered at a gas station. this lead oliver to having a staple hatred for idylisis as a whole. 

          “my pleasure, and all.” nothing like getting on well with someone who seems reluctant about it. “oh, i’ll bet your record doesn’t have a scratch on it. and i don’t mind smartass, but julien works just as well.” 

          “you’re all right. a little rough around the edges. i wouldn’t nickname you something embarrassing if you’d give me something to call you. but clock is ticking, and google jr. is getting more endearing by the minute.” 

         ❝ EEER WRONG ! trust me, i’m not blaming the state of the world for the things i do. that would just be lazy. ❞  he noticed that arm movement, maybe he should have just SHOT the guy on sight. ❝ i’m not a BAD GUY, i’m just going to take the money and go– no blood, no guts, no nothing as long as you get out of the way and let me do it fast, okay ? ❞

          “i mean, i’m not in need of any services. i was just curious. what’s yours, anyway? google jr?” 

         ❝ well, aren’t you the clever one. ❞     ( he leans back against the riverbank, still waist-deep in the restless shallows, raising a hand to shield his eyes from the ashen winter sun. )     ❝ what do you propose i do instead, then? ❞

           “it was a joke, mastermind of the worldwide web. you gonna finish google, once and for all?” 

               “     stop  it  .      “    the  hand  that  rises  bats  the  fingers  that  were  on  her  visor  ,  taking  a  quick  but  small  step  backwards  in  order  to  avoid  further  contact  that  was  not  only  unwarranted  ,  but  undesired  .    “    don’t  touch  it  .    “     /  /    @decodei

Oliver does as he’s told, although he wouldn’t have if this were the usual grease-slathered man who walked with a cleaver in hand. There’s something different, obviously, and he’s curious. And Oliver never holds back his curiosity, no matter how dangerous the situation. With an eyebrow raised, he continues to stare, the visor especially intriguing, as are the weapons and everything else. Definitely something not made by Idylisis---He knows little about any other existing cities. After a moment, Oliver lifts both hands into the air.

          “stay on that track, and you might even put internet explorer out of business!” 

         ❝ am i not allowed to take a light soak in the river? ~ … that being said, it is rather cold this time of year. ❞