Wedge
Planetoid
- Joined
- Jul 4, 2024
@EtherealElvenEmpress
A shitstorm it was. Behind his closed eyes was a torrent of thoughts. A series of queries that were being unanswered. The little information know..troubling.
Work ranges in depth and possible chance of threats. Not everyone lies their details being looked into. Especially those that concern corpors and their employees. But Lun-Smoke. Smoke was worst. She had connections. She had a family that were more than employees. More than managers or supervisors. Founder sof their own Corp. She said there would be little trouble, but anything that involved corpos had a chance ofngoing haywire.
Not to mention her ex. Th3 source of her problem. Verne had little details, but he could see that this was a little over his head. A little over his head but a opportunity. Money wise and also reputation. And rep went a long way. At times even being more valuables then credits. But at this moment..he had no leverage to buffer themselves in case anyone did come knocking.
He tossed and turned, hearing sniffles and some low audio. He listened intently but it sounded like videos. Not a call. He eventually drifted off to sleep onen sentence being heard and echoing in his mind. 'Did you even care about me?'
His dreams were muddled, foggy. Streams of 1s and 0s everywhere. He saw himself in his apartment. In his dream he heard the pitter patter of feet. Smoke walked out of the bathroom, one of his shirts covering her chest. But nothing below. His eyes were glued to hers as she swayed her way over to him. She took a seat on his lap and leaned in. Her logn hair brushing against his face as she whispered a sentence he had heard before "I need you."
Without a thought hisn hands reached under the shirt and lifted it up. The streams of 1s and 0s covering her body. His hands reached up to bring her close.Yet Smoke looked at him. Her body unmoving, like she was a doll. 'Did you even care about me?'
Then a roaring sound in his ears as red tendrils seemed to come out of nowhere and wrap around his neck. Constricti quickly. His eyes went everywhere for help..but soon the 1s and 0s turned red and starting to make a loud static sound. The sound of credbi5s being received filled his ears...
Verne woke up sitting up in his bed. He look3d around the apartment. He wondered if it ALL had been a dream. But he saw Smoke on the couch...
He rubbed his face and muttered "Fuck me. Am I the gonk?" He sighed and was still a moment before looking over himself. Shit he had a boner too, a little tent under his covers greeting him from his nightmare. He sniffd and smelled himself and his own funk. Man he should have showered last night. He rose and made his way to the bathroom, stopping to place a pair of his shorts on small table in front of the couch for Smoke. Couldn't go shopping with her half naked.
He made his way into the shower and stripped. Going into the shower and turning it on cold. He hung his head and just stood there a bit as he tried to calm down his mind and his buddy below. The little wingman already shrinking. Verne shook his head and started to wash himself in the bathroom.
A shitstorm it was. Behind his closed eyes was a torrent of thoughts. A series of queries that were being unanswered. The little information know..troubling.
Work ranges in depth and possible chance of threats. Not everyone lies their details being looked into. Especially those that concern corpors and their employees. But Lun-Smoke. Smoke was worst. She had connections. She had a family that were more than employees. More than managers or supervisors. Founder sof their own Corp. She said there would be little trouble, but anything that involved corpos had a chance ofngoing haywire.
Not to mention her ex. Th3 source of her problem. Verne had little details, but he could see that this was a little over his head. A little over his head but a opportunity. Money wise and also reputation. And rep went a long way. At times even being more valuables then credits. But at this moment..he had no leverage to buffer themselves in case anyone did come knocking.
He tossed and turned, hearing sniffles and some low audio. He listened intently but it sounded like videos. Not a call. He eventually drifted off to sleep onen sentence being heard and echoing in his mind. 'Did you even care about me?'
His dreams were muddled, foggy. Streams of 1s and 0s everywhere. He saw himself in his apartment. In his dream he heard the pitter patter of feet. Smoke walked out of the bathroom, one of his shirts covering her chest. But nothing below. His eyes were glued to hers as she swayed her way over to him. She took a seat on his lap and leaned in. Her logn hair brushing against his face as she whispered a sentence he had heard before "I need you."
Without a thought hisn hands reached under the shirt and lifted it up. The streams of 1s and 0s covering her body. His hands reached up to bring her close.Yet Smoke looked at him. Her body unmoving, like she was a doll. 'Did you even care about me?'
Then a roaring sound in his ears as red tendrils seemed to come out of nowhere and wrap around his neck. Constricti quickly. His eyes went everywhere for help..but soon the 1s and 0s turned red and starting to make a loud static sound. The sound of credbi5s being received filled his ears...
Verne woke up sitting up in his bed. He look3d around the apartment. He wondered if it ALL had been a dream. But he saw Smoke on the couch...
He rubbed his face and muttered "Fuck me. Am I the gonk?" He sighed and was still a moment before looking over himself. Shit he had a boner too, a little tent under his covers greeting him from his nightmare. He sniffd and smelled himself and his own funk. Man he should have showered last night. He rose and made his way to the bathroom, stopping to place a pair of his shorts on small table in front of the couch for Smoke. Couldn't go shopping with her half naked.
He made his way into the shower and stripped. Going into the shower and turning it on cold. He hung his head and just stood there a bit as he tried to calm down his mind and his buddy below. The little wingman already shrinking. Verne shook his head and started to wash himself in the bathroom.