Winter of the Soul [Grey]
Posted: 21 Jan 2016, 12:21
Sitting at the family terminal, Marian studied the Crownet, both private and public. The public Crownet was barely alive, buzzing once in awhile of things done in the past, of the Administrator, of the Crow, of the bounty system which had apparently been done away with due to the fault of others. The private Crownet was limping as well, currently of Kaelyn talking of an event within the future. A poll was there, and Marian selected a few times and dates that she felt would fit her schedule, then returned to the public Crownet, saying her piece about the event. In her mind, it sounded as if some were trying to get a mulligan, as if saying "Oops, my bad, I didn't think that my actions would create such a shitstorm." Once she posted, Marian began an attempt at hacking, something that she knew she was not very gifted in, but she attempted nonetheless. With the basic programs that she had, the female slowly trudged through systems, deleting a few security programs when allowed, failing to do so with another few. When the system alerted her that she was locked out, Marian stood, logged out, then headed toward her apartment. It was normal for her to see 'siblings' pass here and there, and find herself accidentally attempting access of another's apartment. She would need to label her own door, and remember of the label, to combat further confusion.
Angry faces here and there, it did not seem to make sense as to why others of the 'brood' were so violent or angry, some more than others. Within the city, Marian could understand why the humans were violent with one another, especially within what the community labelled as the 'Ganglands'. People there were not so pleasant, some dealing with drugs, others scamming, mostly everybody there with weapons and violent intentions. She could tell that a many people of her own community were of the same, dealing in weapons, violence, scamming, hacking, though she could see that a few others had made paths that held no violence, held no ill will toward the common man, be it vampire or human. Emotions seemed to drive Harper Rock, a tortoise of a machine it was, to unknown paths, some good and others bad. Either way, it seemed the vampiric community would argue about these events, especially if the repercussions were not in their favor, even when they knew that their own actions would cause these events. People knew better, but did things anyway.
Standing at her own door, Marian fiddled through her keyring, to find the one to the main door. Her thoughts drifted, from work, to the city, her family, as well as to those of her 'siblings' she did not know. She could recognize faces as being familial, though she knew that they had never once reacted to another. Such was the case with Grey. This woman seemed familiar, yet they had never once crossed paths or introduced one another. The woman usually seemed upset about one thing or another, and it didn't quite make sense, though Marian could understand that it was her own fault that she did not quite understand why people could be so emotional. Perhaps she would learn, perhaps she would make the first step into correcting this. Putting her keys back into her pocket, Marian stepped away from her own door, and headed back to the terminal. She did not believe she knew the woman's email, to send her a message that way, so she went through the Crownet, to attempt and figure which was the woman she wished to contact. Many usernames did not fit the bill, then she felt as if she found the correct one. It was worth a try. Clicking, she would send the user a private message.
Title: Greetings
From: White Walker
Message: Good evening or Good day, depending on the time you receive this message. My name is Marian, and if this is the correct username that I have selected, you share a bond with me under Jesse. I do believe we have never met, formally, or informally, and have never once shared a word or thought, or much of contact at all. It is my desire to alter this course, and correct it, to further expand my familiarity with those I share a bond with. I do not know what else to say, in regards to this, as words are not usually my strong suit. If you wish to respond, and perhaps simply write to one another, that can be arranged, though an arrangement can always be made to speak in a face to face form, though I will leave this to your preference as I do not want to force things upon you. If this is not the correct person, then disregard this message and delete it. Thank you.
Marian M.
Pressing submit, Marian stayed put for a moment, and began to trudge through the public Crownet once more, to update herself on what people were talking about now.
Angry faces here and there, it did not seem to make sense as to why others of the 'brood' were so violent or angry, some more than others. Within the city, Marian could understand why the humans were violent with one another, especially within what the community labelled as the 'Ganglands'. People there were not so pleasant, some dealing with drugs, others scamming, mostly everybody there with weapons and violent intentions. She could tell that a many people of her own community were of the same, dealing in weapons, violence, scamming, hacking, though she could see that a few others had made paths that held no violence, held no ill will toward the common man, be it vampire or human. Emotions seemed to drive Harper Rock, a tortoise of a machine it was, to unknown paths, some good and others bad. Either way, it seemed the vampiric community would argue about these events, especially if the repercussions were not in their favor, even when they knew that their own actions would cause these events. People knew better, but did things anyway.
Standing at her own door, Marian fiddled through her keyring, to find the one to the main door. Her thoughts drifted, from work, to the city, her family, as well as to those of her 'siblings' she did not know. She could recognize faces as being familial, though she knew that they had never once reacted to another. Such was the case with Grey. This woman seemed familiar, yet they had never once crossed paths or introduced one another. The woman usually seemed upset about one thing or another, and it didn't quite make sense, though Marian could understand that it was her own fault that she did not quite understand why people could be so emotional. Perhaps she would learn, perhaps she would make the first step into correcting this. Putting her keys back into her pocket, Marian stepped away from her own door, and headed back to the terminal. She did not believe she knew the woman's email, to send her a message that way, so she went through the Crownet, to attempt and figure which was the woman she wished to contact. Many usernames did not fit the bill, then she felt as if she found the correct one. It was worth a try. Clicking, she would send the user a private message.
Title: Greetings
From: White Walker
Message: Good evening or Good day, depending on the time you receive this message. My name is Marian, and if this is the correct username that I have selected, you share a bond with me under Jesse. I do believe we have never met, formally, or informally, and have never once shared a word or thought, or much of contact at all. It is my desire to alter this course, and correct it, to further expand my familiarity with those I share a bond with. I do not know what else to say, in regards to this, as words are not usually my strong suit. If you wish to respond, and perhaps simply write to one another, that can be arranged, though an arrangement can always be made to speak in a face to face form, though I will leave this to your preference as I do not want to force things upon you. If this is not the correct person, then disregard this message and delete it. Thank you.
Marian M.
Pressing submit, Marian stayed put for a moment, and began to trudge through the public Crownet once more, to update herself on what people were talking about now.