▏ :: CHROME BOY //

❝   IT WON’T GO WRONG,   SMART ASS.   ❞   he uses false confidence to wrap himself up,   concealing any vulnerability so that whatever happened next had to go through extra layers of skin.   he knew that he had a habit of running head first into things he shouldn’t,   but sometimes it was the only way that you could things done   —   efficiently and on time,   and nobody was willing to pull the kind of stunts he did.   that being said,   he also knew that he should really take some time to think about it,   properly,   and to construct a better plan than kicking down doors with no hint of what’s on the other side.   yet,   he ignores the inner conflict   (   &   the points the other brought up   )   and continues to push forward.   it was the only thing he knew when it came down to those he cared about,   after all.

❝   the last time this happened,   dedsec’s version of they killed one of us off.   his version of they could come after any one of us,   right   ?   so why not go to them   ?   make it a fair fight this time.   WRENCH STYLE.   you’re either with me or against me but right now,   you’re in my fucking way.   ❞

     '      WRENCH  ,     LISTEN   TO   ME  ,     ‘     his   voice   is   stern  ,     unbending  ,     unyielding .     he’s   seen    things   like   this   happen   too   many   times .     seen   people   risk   more   than   was   necessary .     maybe   his   opinion   would   have   been   different   if   it   wasn’t   for   the   fact   he   knew   wrench’s   methods   well   ----   kicking   down   doors  ,    guns   blazing .     ‘     say   you   do   find   him  ,     what   then  ?      you   gonna   fight   of   a   dozen   armed   guards   yourself  ?     if   they   know   you  ,     they’re   gonna   be   expecting   you .     if   not   ,      they’ll   SHOOT   YOU   ON   SIGHT .     ‘

❛     SAVE  IT .   I’M  GONNA  STOP  YOU  RIGHT  THERE  TO  SAY  :    i  couldn’t  care  less  about  what  you  want  to  know .    ❜       a  hand  in  raised  into  his  personal  space ,   an  act  done  to  shush  him  immediately .   without  giving  it  further  thought ,   jade  hues  return  to  album  placed  gently  upon  lap ,   skimming  through  the  photos  with  a  critical  gaze .

with  a  sigh ,   she  eyes  him  beneath  fluttery  lashes ,   a  brow  raised  in  inquiry .       ❛     are  you  done ?   or  are  you  just  going  to  keep  staring  at  me  while  i  work  on  this ?     ❜

@neverasks​ .

     '     right .     ‘      he   makes   no   move   to   say   anything   further   for   the   second  ,     instead   casting   her   a   disapproving   look   ----   though   one   only   partially   visible   behind   the   dark   glass   covering   his   vision .     he   had   a   soft   spot   for   children  ,     usually  ,      and   would   go   out   of   his   way   to   avoid   hurting   them .     but   that   was   a   sentiment   reserved   for   the   innocent .     he   shifts   his   weight   before   he   speaks  ,     metal   arm   raised   to   express   his   point .

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❝   LOUD   &   CLEAR,   ROBOCOP.   ❞   wrench sucked in his breath as he clenched his fists by his sides.   his heart was beating with such fierceness that he thought it might explode.   irritation   &   impatience were understatements when it came down to describing how the anarchist felt as a plethora of possibilities flooded his thoughts   ;  he remembered the news reports of children being lost to fires,   innocent people losing their lives and being subjected to violence because they were different,   cities being set ablaze and the sounds of explosives going off in the distance.   koller could have been caught up in any of those,   or worse   —–   and wrench dreaded to think about that.

❝   this   —-   this is the only way i know how to find him.   i know you’re all about protecting people but for the love of fuck,   adam,   i’m going to do this one thing whether you like it or not.   ❞

and wrench dreaded to think about that.

        he   knows   the   feeling   well  ,    &   he’s   fully   aware   of   what   the   other   is   going   through .     he’s   not   insensitive  ,    and   once   upon   a   time   he   had   lost   a   loved   one  ,    thinking   she   was   dead  ,     nothing   more   than   another   tally   on   the   body   count   but   he’d   found   her .     safe  ,     or   as   safe   as   could   be .     he   knows   how   love   makes   you   do   stupid   things .      ‘     and   what   if   they   catch   you  ?      ‘      whoever   they   are . 

❝   NOT WORTH THE ENERGY   ?   I’M OFFENDED,   mr.   jensen.   truly.   ❞   he clutches his chest for dramatic effect and he let out an exaggerated gasp to accompany it,   the led screen ‘pon his mask displayed two semi colons to display faux upset.

❝   why   ?   why won’t you electrocute me   ?   do you really hate me,   your friendly neighbourhood anarchist,   that much   ?   what did i ever do to you   ?   apart from call you the terminator but that was one time,   okay   ?   ONE TIME.   ❞

     there   it   is  ,     there’s   the   sigh   he   tried   so   desperately   to   reign   in   only   seconds   ago .     eyes   roll   behind   black   glass   and   he   takes   an   opportunity   to   press   his   fingers   against   the   bridge   of   his   nose .     when   he   speaks   again  ,     the   black   metal   of   his   hand   drops   to   make   a   vague   gesture   at   the   other .

❝   SO,   YOU’RE TELLING ME THAT YOU CAN DO  magic tricks   ?   with your arms   ?   do they turn into guns   ?   OOH,   can you electrocute me with a touch of a finger   ?   how does it work   ?   i can’t imagine that jerkin’ off would be easy but hey,   whatever works for you.   ❞   a short pause.   ❝   that’s so cool,   man   !!   ❞

@neverasks·

    he   draws   a   harsh   inward   breath  ,     if   only   to   resist   the   urge   to   sigh   deeply .    it’s   the   better   of   two   evils  ,    he   thinks .     it’s   not   the   first   time   he’s   heard   stuff   like   this  ,    and   he’s   certain   it   wouldn’t   be   the   last .     ‘     no   guns .    ‘

         “ perhaps you’ve rattled your head around too much. a few hits to the noggin would explain quite a bit aside from your retinal malfunction. ”  there’s a smirk that he does poorly in hiding. his hand finds the handle to one of the drawers on his desk and he pulls out a tool he’s used before.  “ i can give you another reset but if the problem continues to occur i suggest you speak to someone at LIMB. ”

  A gentle sigh escapes him  ----------  a retort is something he’s tempted to find, but he’s not much in the mood to fight today. Especially not with the flickering going on in his vision that’s both distracting and disorientating him. To be quite honest, he’s not too keen on the idea of the reset, and he’s also not too keen on the idea of having to walk himself back into another LIMB clinic. He’s seen enough of those to fill a FEW lifetimes. 

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         “ jensen. ”  it’s a short greeting. no hello or hey, pal how’ve you been!. no, nothing of the sort comes out of pritchard’s mouth. not out of something as petty as him not liking jensen ( the very opposite is true, in fact, it just won’t be something he admits out loud. he tolerates him at best ) – no it’s just the way he is.  “ is there something i can assist you with or are you just here to be your ever so friendly self by stopping by for a chat? ”

          It’s seems normal now, the greeting -------- though it’s perhaps less of that, and more of an acknowledgement. It is, however, better than a sneer or a snide remark which was always an off-chance possibility with the network specialist. ❛    Pritchard.    ❜   And there’s his own acknowledgement ; it really is nothing exciting.