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Post by Skyscream on Mar 4, 2013 10:52:24 GMT -8
((OOC first post)) Been down with the flu recently so I haven't had a chance to start this as soon as I wanted. For now I'll post the rules and maybe a short bit after to get things started. Da Rules ------------- 1. There is no overall plot. No planned encounters. The intention is that RP/stories/random word will be little snippets of life in Zion/Matrix. 2. This is NOT about our characters that we played/wrote. It's about the ordinary Zionites and programs and bluepills. Our characters can play a role but they should not be the focus. 3. Don't worry about continuity. At all. A post can use bits from the previous story or not. It can be something completely different. Don't even worry about continuing a previous authors rp/story if they left it as a cliffhanger... or do continue it. It's up to you. Each post can be self contained or part of something else. It can even be a single sentence ... if it makes a person think. 4. Light and breezy. Doom and gloom isn't much fun if it's doom and gloom all the time. One of my favorite tales from the animatrix is the one where the kids are playing in the house for example. 5. Have fun. I think thats it. Follow general forum guidelines as usual.
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Post by Skyscream on Mar 4, 2013 11:22:39 GMT -8
Tommy wandered down the busy corridor with complete disinterest in the people walking briskly past him. The docks in Zion were always like that. Tommy liked that. A ten year old kid could disappear easily in the crowds if he wanted to. Tommy wanted to. It wasn't that his life was bad or anything. He was just bored. All the time. There was literally nothing for a kid to do in Zion. Go to school. Go play in the halls. Go help somebody. He was always getting told where to go and what to do. It was boring.
The docks were different. People hurrying here and there on mysterious errands. Always busy. He could watch them all day long and see the patterns they all ran around in. That was fun. Tommy knew the man walking past with the pipewrench would be back in half an hour. He wasn't doing anything with the pipewrench but when the man had it in his hand everyone thought he was doing something. That way nobody could bug him when he went off to drink that awful smelling stuff some of the adults seemed to like. Tommy tried it. It tasted really bad and that was all he needed to know.
It wasn't long before the man that Tommy was interested in arrived. He was big and had a long scar down the side of his face. Most people got out of his way simply because of the look of the mans face. It wasn't friendly. Tommy figured it had something to do with the scar. But that wasn't what interested him. The man sat on some crates not far away from where Tommy was leaning against a support pillar. The man watched the people walking past with appearant disinterest. Tommy suddenly stopped leaning on the pillar and wandered over to stand directly in front of the large burly man. The man stared at him silently with one eyebrow raised in curiousity.
"Do programs go to the bathroom?" Tommy asked bluntly.
"What?" The man busted into a grin and laughed a little.
"Do programs go to the bathroom?" Tommy repeated. "You look like you've been in the Matrix. Figured you would know."
"I'm not sure kid." The man smiled and appeared thoughtful. "I suppose some of them do. The ones made to be like people. Why do you ask?"
"I never met one." Tommy shrugged. "I wanted to know if they're like us."
"Some of them are." The man leaned back against the wall his crate was parked beside. "But some of them are not."
"Oh." Tommy thought about it for a minute and then parked himself on the crate beside the man. "Maybe thats why some of them are in such a bad mood."
"I hadn't thought about it like that before." The grin on the mans face nearly stretched from ear to ear. "You make a good point young man."
"Yeah. I guess." Tommy watched people walk past for a moment. "Do they have kids and make them go to school?"
"Yeah. Some do. You heard about Sati right?" The man shrugged. "She's the child of two programs."
"So does that mean programs have sex?" Tommy asked innocently.
"Um. Yeah. I guess. In thier own way?" The man shrugged. "I don't know. Never thought about it much. Sure there are programs made for .. um .. nevermind. Yeah. Some do."
"Oh." Tommy shrugged and jumped off the crate. "Thanks."
"For what kid?" The man seemed puzzled.
"Nothing." Tommy stopped for a moment before suddenly walking away and talking to himself. "I wonder if there is a program asking another program right now if humans go to the bathroom?"
((Editted by the author for typos))
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