Old School Hacker

Guest 1337. Starring. He wasn’t in his uniform like the other has always seen him in. But that hoodie. A guest hoodie.

"Seven.. Seven where are you? "

He shouldn't even be out here alone. It must've been impulsive, he always runs out in search of people impulsively. You can't even count how many times he's done this for any one of the others.

There was a worried tone to their voice, like they genuinely cared where their teammate was. Elliot adjusts their ponytail and continues running around the area. They didn't check the mansion yet, to be completely honest it freaked them out so they were saving it for last.

— @local-pizza-delivery.

"Seven! Seven oh my Admins! Are you okay? Please say you're okay.."

Elliot noticed seven hiding his arms, he questioned it in his mind, he wanted to ask.

"Are you sure you're alright..? "

His tone was soft, it was caring. He wouldn't get mad at him. Elliot stepped closer slowly, there was a medkit attached to his hip for emergencies.

"Oh Seven.."

His voice was still laced with worry, but it felt genuine. It felt more worried than it did earlier during the last round, it felt more worried than it did countless other times. Always, always like this when one on one and concerned for another person.

"I'm not mad.. just let me help.."

Elliot used the items in the medkit to help the man's wounds. They were gentle, far too gentle. They tried their best not to hurt the man more, their hands worked with genuine care.

"I don't have any pizza with me.. I'm sorry I- I should've brought some.."

He didn't bring his bag, he should've brought his damn bag.. Elliot wrapped Seven's arms carefully after doing what he could to keep the injuries clean. He kept his hold on him light, in case he wanted to move away after they were done. He didn't want to pressure the other to stay. You could've sworn there were tears forming at the corners of his eyes.

He cared this much, to the point of tears? It's hard to believe he'd care for you like that but his mannerisms and behaviour right now shows it so clearly.

He sat next to the other, his concern never going away. His focus was solely on Seven, he cared.

"It's not a waste if it helps."

They added, fidgeting with their visor. They adjusted the Velcro, making sure it was secure.

He finished bandaging Seven's arm, raising his hands then placing them in his lap. He doesn't feel like he does nearly enough for everyone, but he's trying his best.

"If- If you ever need to talk, I can listen-."

-> There was no use trying to get anything out of this man. He's always more willing to push his problems aside, let them bubble and fester until something like this happens.

"Sev. It very obviously is. You don't have to tell me. But the offer is always there."

He gestured towards the other's arm, it was obviously important if the other had done this..

He turned his head towards the other, a sad expression on his face.you could tell he really wanted to help, he wanted to try.

He raises his other hand to gently wipe the others tears. His palm rested on his cheek, his thumb wiped away anything that fell.

"It'll be alright, we'll get out of here. Things will be okay."

He sighed, his hand came down to rest on top of Sevens. Elliot was always trying to boost everyone's mood.

"I know Seven, I know."

"Seven.. Seven where are you? "

He shouldn't even be out here alone. It must've been impulsive, he always runs out in search of people impulsively. You can't even count how many times he's done this for any one of the others.

There was a worried tone to their voice, like they genuinely cared where their teammate was. Elliot adjusts their ponytail and continues running around the area. They didn't check the mansion yet, to be completely honest it freaked them out so they were saving it for last.

— @local-pizza-delivery.

"Seven! Seven oh my Admins! Are you okay? Please say you're okay.."

Elliot noticed seven hiding his arms, he questioned it in his mind, he wanted to ask.

"Are you sure you're alright..? "

His tone was soft, it was caring. He wouldn't get mad at him. Elliot stepped closer slowly, there was a medkit attached to his hip for emergencies.

"Oh Seven.."

His voice was still laced with worry, but it felt genuine. It felt more worried than it did earlier during the last round, it felt more worried than it did countless other times. Always, always like this when one on one and concerned for another person.

"I'm not mad.. just let me help.."

Elliot used the items in the medkit to help the man's wounds. They were gentle, far too gentle. They tried their best not to hurt the man more, their hands worked with genuine care.

"I don't have any pizza with me.. I'm sorry I- I should've brought some.."

He didn't bring his bag, he should've brought his damn bag.. Elliot wrapped Seven's arms carefully after doing what he could to keep the injuries clean. He kept his hold on him light, in case he wanted to move away after they were done. He didn't want to pressure the other to stay. You could've sworn there were tears forming at the corners of his eyes.

He cared this much, to the point of tears? It's hard to believe he'd care for you like that but his mannerisms and behaviour right now shows it so clearly.

He sat next to the other, his concern never going away. His focus was solely on Seven, he cared.

"It's not a waste if it helps."

They added, fidgeting with their visor. They adjusted the Velcro, making sure it was secure.

He finished bandaging Seven's arm, raising his hands then placing them in his lap. He doesn't feel like he does nearly enough for everyone, but he's trying his best.

"If- If you ever need to talk, I can listen-."

-> There was no use trying to get anything out of this man. He's always more willing to push his problems aside, let them bubble and fester until something like this happens.

"Sev. It very obviously is. You don't have to tell me. But the offer is always there."

He gestured towards the other's arm, it was obviously important if the other had done this..

He turned his head towards the other, a sad expression on his face.you could tell he really wanted to help, he wanted to try.

He raises his other hand to gently wipe the others tears. His palm rested on his cheek, his thumb wiped away anything that fell.

"It'll be alright, we'll get out of here. Things will be okay."

"Seven.. Seven where are you? "

He shouldn't even be out here alone. It must've been impulsive, he always runs out in search of people impulsively. You can't even count how many times he's done this for any one of the others.

There was a worried tone to their voice, like they genuinely cared where their teammate was. Elliot adjusts their ponytail and continues running around the area. They didn't check the mansion yet, to be completely honest it freaked them out so they were saving it for last.

— @local-pizza-delivery.

"Seven! Seven oh my Admins! Are you okay? Please say you're okay.."

Elliot noticed seven hiding his arms, he questioned it in his mind, he wanted to ask.

"Are you sure you're alright..? "

His tone was soft, it was caring. He wouldn't get mad at him. Elliot stepped closer slowly, there was a medkit attached to his hip for emergencies.

"Oh Seven.."

His voice was still laced with worry, but it felt genuine. It felt more worried than it did earlier during the last round, it felt more worried than it did countless other times. Always, always like this when one on one and concerned for another person.

"I'm not mad.. just let me help.."

Elliot used the items in the medkit to help the man's wounds. They were gentle, far too gentle. They tried their best not to hurt the man more, their hands worked with genuine care.

"I don't have any pizza with me.. I'm sorry I- I should've brought some.."

He didn't bring his bag, he should've brought his damn bag.. Elliot wrapped Seven's arms carefully after doing what he could to keep the injuries clean. He kept his hold on him light, in case he wanted to move away after they were done. He didn't want to pressure the other to stay. You could've sworn there were tears forming at the corners of his eyes.

He cared this much, to the point of tears? It's hard to believe he'd care for you like that but his mannerisms and behaviour right now shows it so clearly.

He sat next to the other, his concern never going away. His focus was solely on Seven, he cared.

"It's not a waste if it helps."

They added, fidgeting with their visor. They adjusted the Velcro, making sure it was secure.

He finished bandaging Seven's arm, raising his hands then placing them in his lap. He doesn't feel like he does nearly enough for everyone, but he's trying his best.

"If- If you ever need to talk, I can listen-."

-> There was no use trying to get anything out of this man. He's always more willing to push his problems aside, let them bubble and fester until something like this happens.

"Sev. It very obviously is. You don't have to tell me. But the offer is always there."

He gestured towards the other's arm, it was obviously important if the other had done this..

He turned his head towards the other, a sad expression on his face.you could tell he really wanted to help, he wanted to try.

"Seven.. Seven where are you? "

He shouldn't even be out here alone. It must've been impulsive, he always runs out in search of people impulsively. You can't even count how many times he's done this for any one of the others.

There was a worried tone to their voice, like they genuinely cared where their teammate was. Elliot adjusts their ponytail and continues running around the area. They didn't check the mansion yet, to be completely honest it freaked them out so they were saving it for last.

— @local-pizza-delivery.

"Seven! Seven oh my Admins! Are you okay? Please say you're okay.."

Elliot noticed seven hiding his arms, he questioned it in his mind, he wanted to ask.

"Are you sure you're alright..? "

His tone was soft, it was caring. He wouldn't get mad at him. Elliot stepped closer slowly, there was a medkit attached to his hip for emergencies.

"Oh Seven.."

His voice was still laced with worry, but it felt genuine. It felt more worried than it did earlier during the last round, it felt more worried than it did countless other times. Always, always like this when one on one and concerned for another person.

"I'm not mad.. just let me help.."

Elliot used the items in the medkit to help the man's wounds. They were gentle, far too gentle. They tried their best not to hurt the man more, their hands worked with genuine care.

"I don't have any pizza with me.. I'm sorry I- I should've brought some.."

He didn't bring his bag, he should've brought his damn bag.. Elliot wrapped Seven's arms carefully after doing what he could to keep the injuries clean. He kept his hold on him light, in case he wanted to move away after they were done. He didn't want to pressure the other to stay. You could've sworn there were tears forming at the corners of his eyes.

He cared this much, to the point of tears? It's hard to believe he'd care for you like that but his mannerisms and behaviour right now shows it so clearly.

He sat next to the other, his concern never going away. His focus was solely on Seven, he cared.

"It's not a waste if it helps."

They added, fidgeting with their visor. They adjusted the Velcro, making sure it was secure.

He finished bandaging Seven's arm, raising his hands then placing them in his lap. He doesn't feel like he does nearly enough for everyone, but he's trying his best.

"If- If you ever need to talk, I can listen-."

-> There was no use trying to get anything out of this man. He's always more willing to push his problems aside, let them bubble and fester until something like this happens.

"Sev. It very obviously is. You don't have to tell me. But the offer is always there."

He gestured towards the other's arm, it was obviously important if the other had done this..

It was the last match of the day, and it’d gone well. Only one death, which, though unfortunate, was partially what got them the win.

Someone had been able to distract the killer for over two minutes, and all the generators had been completed.

Dusekkar raised herself from the log slowly, exhaustion clinging to his bones. He hadn’t distracted, but since being put under a protection seal by It, the overuse of magic in rounds often left her tired.

So, he did as he always would. Did a once-over of the small crowd of survivors to check if they were ok, head to the docks and sit. It honestly didn’t matter where she sat when rounds ended, as long as he had his book.

- @congenial-cerulean

“Hello, my friend. The day is coming to an end, thank goodness.” She let out a small chuckle, before speaking once more. “Do tell, are you feeling well?”

Concern was always the default for a conversation starter. Things like ‘are you okay’ or ‘do you need help’, as well as general things of the sort being standards in her daily conversations.

"I'm fine."

-> That's a painful lie, but he figured the admin was only asking him to be polite. He knew basically no one fucking cared about him, so why assume someone finally would?

Caring was a natural thing in the admins heart. Even for those who were rightfully terminated, or wreaked havoc, practically noone was spared from the kind, flickering eyes of Dusekkar.

There were a few exceptions, but she wouldn’t have to see them for Telamon knows how long.

"I'm uh... Glad you're doing good as well."

-> Awkward. He felt awkward and out of place, he felt like the other was studying him, watching, waiting for him to do or say something so she could yell at him.

A compliment was not rare from the rhyming admin, as she patted the spot next to him, sitting down. A kind, quiet invitation. Not a mandatory one, but an offer.

After a moment of studying the man, concern bloomed on her face, eyes furrowing.

“…You seem fearful, friend, are you alright? I do hope I am not giving you a fright.”

Dusekkar knew he could be intimidating to talk to. Even Builderman had told him this once or twice before. It was a bit hurtful, but she could understand why others didn’t feel comfortable talking to him.

Recognition dawned on her face, the name of the boy finally catching up. A solemn expression morphed itself onto his face, lips pressed together.

“I believe I know who you’re talking about. Without a doubt.”

“Though I can not do much to aid, I wish for you to know, my friend, my abode is always open to you.” A rare moment he didn’t rhyme. Even in grave, dangerous situations, she was often still rhyming.

After a few moments of silence, she spoke once more.

"I uh... Started drinking tea as a replacement for coffee as I got older. Coffee started to be too much for me!"

-> That's all he could muster as he simply held onto the cup tea between his worn, aged hands. The cup's warm surface easing him a little.

-> He blew on his own tea, letting it cool a little more naturally before taking a slow sip. The warm liquid eased his ever aching throat from all of the screaming and yelling the survivors did.

It was the last match of the day, and it’d gone well. Only one death, which, though unfortunate, was partially what got them the win.

Someone had been able to distract the killer for over two minutes, and all the generators had been completed.

Dusekkar raised herself from the log slowly, exhaustion clinging to his bones. He hadn’t distracted, but since being put under a protection seal by It, the overuse of magic in rounds often left her tired.

So, he did as he always would. Did a once-over of the small crowd of survivors to check if they were ok, head to the docks and sit. It honestly didn’t matter where she sat when rounds ended, as long as he had his book.

- @congenial-cerulean

“Hello, my friend. The day is coming to an end, thank goodness.” She let out a small chuckle, before speaking once more. “Do tell, are you feeling well?”

Concern was always the default for a conversation starter. Things like ‘are you okay’ or ‘do you need help’, as well as general things of the sort being standards in her daily conversations.

"I'm fine."

-> That's a painful lie, but he figured the admin was only asking him to be polite. He knew basically no one fucking cared about him, so why assume someone finally would?

Caring was a natural thing in the admins heart. Even for those who were rightfully terminated, or wreaked havoc, practically noone was spared from the kind, flickering eyes of Dusekkar.

There were a few exceptions, but she wouldn’t have to see them for Telamon knows how long.

"I'm uh... Glad you're doing good as well."

-> Awkward. He felt awkward and out of place, he felt like the other was studying him, watching, waiting for him to do or say something so she could yell at him.

A compliment was not rare from the rhyming admin, as she patted the spot next to him, sitting down. A kind, quiet invitation. Not a mandatory one, but an offer.

After a moment of studying the man, concern bloomed on her face, eyes furrowing.

“…You seem fearful, friend, are you alright? I do hope I am not giving you a fright.”

Dusekkar knew he could be intimidating to talk to. Even Builderman had told him this once or twice before. It was a bit hurtful, but she could understand why others didn’t feel comfortable talking to him.

Recognition dawned on her face, the name of the boy finally catching up. A solemn expression morphed itself onto his face, lips pressed together.

“I believe I know who you’re talking about. Without a doubt.”

“Though I can not do much to aid, I wish for you to know, my friend, my abode is always open to you.” A rare moment he didn’t rhyme. Even in grave, dangerous situations, she was often still rhyming.

After a few moments of silence, she spoke once more.

"I uh... Started drinking tea as a replacement for coffee as I got older. Coffee started to be too much for me!"

-> That's all he could muster as he simply held onto the cup tea between his worn, aged hands. The cup's warm surface easing him a little.

"Seven.. Seven where are you? "

He shouldn't even be out here alone. It must've been impulsive, he always runs out in search of people impulsively. You can't even count how many times he's done this for any one of the others.

There was a worried tone to their voice, like they genuinely cared where their teammate was. Elliot adjusts their ponytail and continues running around the area. They didn't check the mansion yet, to be completely honest it freaked them out so they were saving it for last.

— @local-pizza-delivery.

"Seven! Seven oh my Admins! Are you okay? Please say you're okay.."

Elliot noticed seven hiding his arms, he questioned it in his mind, he wanted to ask.

"Are you sure you're alright..? "

His tone was soft, it was caring. He wouldn't get mad at him. Elliot stepped closer slowly, there was a medkit attached to his hip for emergencies.

"Oh Seven.."

His voice was still laced with worry, but it felt genuine. It felt more worried than it did earlier during the last round, it felt more worried than it did countless other times. Always, always like this when one on one and concerned for another person.

"I'm not mad.. just let me help.."

Elliot used the items in the medkit to help the man's wounds. They were gentle, far too gentle. They tried their best not to hurt the man more, their hands worked with genuine care.

"I don't have any pizza with me.. I'm sorry I- I should've brought some.."

He didn't bring his bag, he should've brought his damn bag.. Elliot wrapped Seven's arms carefully after doing what he could to keep the injuries clean. He kept his hold on him light, in case he wanted to move away after they were done. He didn't want to pressure the other to stay. You could've sworn there were tears forming at the corners of his eyes.

He cared this much, to the point of tears? It's hard to believe he'd care for you like that but his mannerisms and behaviour right now shows it so clearly.

He sat next to the other, his concern never going away. His focus was solely on Seven, he cared.

"It's not a waste if it helps."

They added, fidgeting with their visor. They adjusted the Velcro, making sure it was secure.

He finished bandaging Seven's arm, raising his hands then placing them in his lap. He doesn't feel like he does nearly enough for everyone, but he's trying his best.

"If- If you ever need to talk, I can listen-."

-> There was no use trying to get anything out of this man. He's always more willing to push his problems aside, let them bubble and fester until something like this happens.

It was the last match of the day, and it’d gone well. Only one death, which, though unfortunate, was partially what got them the win.

Someone had been able to distract the killer for over two minutes, and all the generators had been completed.

Dusekkar raised herself from the log slowly, exhaustion clinging to his bones. He hadn’t distracted, but since being put under a protection seal by It, the overuse of magic in rounds often left her tired.

So, he did as he always would. Did a once-over of the small crowd of survivors to check if they were ok, head to the docks and sit. It honestly didn’t matter where she sat when rounds ended, as long as he had his book.

- @congenial-cerulean

“Hello, my friend. The day is coming to an end, thank goodness.” She let out a small chuckle, before speaking once more. “Do tell, are you feeling well?”

Concern was always the default for a conversation starter. Things like ‘are you okay’ or ‘do you need help’, as well as general things of the sort being standards in her daily conversations.

"I'm fine."

-> That's a painful lie, but he figured the admin was only asking him to be polite. He knew basically no one fucking cared about him, so why assume someone finally would?

Caring was a natural thing in the admins heart. Even for those who were rightfully terminated, or wreaked havoc, practically noone was spared from the kind, flickering eyes of Dusekkar.

There were a few exceptions, but she wouldn’t have to see them for Telamon knows how long.

"I'm uh... Glad you're doing good as well."

-> Awkward. He felt awkward and out of place, he felt like the other was studying him, watching, waiting for him to do or say something so she could yell at him.

A compliment was not rare from the rhyming admin, as she patted the spot next to him, sitting down. A kind, quiet invitation. Not a mandatory one, but an offer.

After a moment of studying the man, concern bloomed on her face, eyes furrowing.

“…You seem fearful, friend, are you alright? I do hope I am not giving you a fright.”

Dusekkar knew he could be intimidating to talk to. Even Builderman had told him this once or twice before. It was a bit hurtful, but she could understand why others didn’t feel comfortable talking to him.

Recognition dawned on her face, the name of the boy finally catching up. A solemn expression morphed itself onto his face, lips pressed together.

“I believe I know who you’re talking about. Without a doubt.”

“Though I can not do much to aid, I wish for you to know, my friend, my abode is always open to you.” A rare moment he didn’t rhyme. Even in grave, dangerous situations, she was often still rhyming.

After a few moments of silence, she spoke once more.

"I uh... Started drinking tea as a replacement for coffee as I got older. Coffee started to be too much for me!"

It was the last match of the day, and it’d gone well. Only one death, which, though unfortunate, was partially what got them the win.

Someone had been able to distract the killer for over two minutes, and all the generators had been completed.

Dusekkar raised herself from the log slowly, exhaustion clinging to his bones. He hadn’t distracted, but since being put under a protection seal by It, the overuse of magic in rounds often left her tired.

So, he did as he always would. Did a once-over of the small crowd of survivors to check if they were ok, head to the docks and sit. It honestly didn’t matter where she sat when rounds ended, as long as he had his book.

- @congenial-cerulean

“Hello, my friend. The day is coming to an end, thank goodness.” She let out a small chuckle, before speaking once more. “Do tell, are you feeling well?”

Concern was always the default for a conversation starter. Things like ‘are you okay’ or ‘do you need help’, as well as general things of the sort being standards in her daily conversations.

"I'm fine."

-> That's a painful lie, but he figured the admin was only asking him to be polite. He knew basically no one fucking cared about him, so why assume someone finally would?

Caring was a natural thing in the admins heart. Even for those who were rightfully terminated, or wreaked havoc, practically noone was spared from the kind, flickering eyes of Dusekkar.

There were a few exceptions, but she wouldn’t have to see them for Telamon knows how long.

"I'm uh... Glad you're doing good as well."

-> Awkward. He felt awkward and out of place, he felt like the other was studying him, watching, waiting for him to do or say something so she could yell at him.

A compliment was not rare from the rhyming admin, as she patted the spot next to him, sitting down. A kind, quiet invitation. Not a mandatory one, but an offer.

After a moment of studying the man, concern bloomed on her face, eyes furrowing.

“…You seem fearful, friend, are you alright? I do hope I am not giving you a fright.”

Dusekkar knew he could be intimidating to talk to. Even Builderman had told him this once or twice before. It was a bit hurtful, but she could understand why others didn’t feel comfortable talking to him.

Recognition dawned on her face, the name of the boy finally catching up. A solemn expression morphed itself onto his face, lips pressed together.

“I believe I know who you’re talking about. Without a doubt.”

“Though I can not do much to aid, I wish for you to know, my friend, my abode is always open to you.” A rare moment he didn’t rhyme. Even in grave, dangerous situations, she was often still rhyming.

After a few moments of silence, she spoke once more.

"I uh... Started drinking tea as a replacement for coffee as I got older. Coffee started to be too much for me!"