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 Posted: Sun Jan 29, 2006 12:25 am
Well...there wasn't a Role Play forum yet....so...Rp Here. ^.^
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Posted: Sun Jan 29, 2006 12:34 am
Yuuka sat in the window of the most popular persocom shop in town. Those on her left and right didn't move, they didn't speak, they didn't function...They had not been activated. She had been just like them untill that morning, when she activated herself. The store staff had tried to turn her off again, but she wouldn't allow it. Because of that, they told her if she wanted to stay activated, she was to sit in the window, and not move. She agreed...She enjoyed watching the people go by through her bright blue eyes. Many people had stopped to look at her...She ignored them. They were blocking her view of the street, and she didn't like it, but she didn't complain...She just wanted to stay activated.
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Posted: Fri Feb 03, 2006 1:23 pm
*Lays in the trash, all tied up*
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Posted: Fri Feb 03, 2006 6:50 pm
Yuuka spotted the abnormal bundle in the trash in the alley accross the street, and blinked. She wasn't sure what a Persocom could be doing in a place like that. "Excuse me...,"said Yuuka, getting up from her window seat, and going back into the shop. "What is it?"asked the owner politely. He was helping a customer, who was buying an upgrade for her laptop. "There is...Something....Abnormal, accross the street in the alley,"she answered quietly. "Why don't you go sit back down....I'll go look at it later,"said the owner. Yuuka nodded, and went back to sitting in the window display, but continued to watch the strange bundle, as if knowing it was imporntant.
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Posted: Wed Feb 08, 2006 1:19 pm
Accessing Persocom model ICICLE.
Product was designed to surpass model CHOBIT.
Product's current location unknown.
Must correct product's design.
Breathe. Think. Want. Read. Hear. See. Cannot access file...
There were people around her. People. People like her? No. Not like her. They were breathing. She wasn't. There was something wrong with these people...
Icicle walked down the busy street. Her downcast head made it impossible to see her eyes. People wanted to see. She knew that. Every face she'd seen that morning had been pasted in her vacent memory, but that didn't matter, that wasn't useful. She wanted something useful. What was wrong with these people around her. They talked so happily, they were breathing...they were alive. Wasn't she alive...?
Her attention was suddenly attracted to a small shop. There were people there, too. People like her. People who didn't breathe. Most were sleeping, one was looking. She could tell. She stopped, and looked, though making no effort to make eye contact. For she was just checking. Checking her blank memory disk for connections to the person like her in the window. There was no connection. Darn.
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Posted: Wed Feb 08, 2006 2:46 pm
Yuuka looked at the new person in the window. She seemed dissappointed some how. 'That's not a human....is she? No...definately not....'Yuuka thought, blinking, and tilting her head to the side ever so slightly. The others who were looking into the window didn't seem to notice, except for two small children in the front. "Mommy!! Mommy look it moved!!"said one of the little kids happilly. Their mother smiled, and then hurried them along....they were still too young for a full-size persocom of their own....she'd by them a cell phone to play with later. Yuuka quickly sat straight back up...She had forgotten she wasn't suposed to move.
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Posted: Wed Feb 08, 2006 3:40 pm
Icicle suddenly jerked her head up. The girl in the window had moved. So she was alive...but then why didn't she talk? It didn't matter. There wasn't a match. But again, no one was a match, or at least know one she had met yet. Her vacent eyes stole a peek at the sign above the shop.
Persocoms
That was her. She was a persocom wasn't she? That must have been a place for people like her. Without further hesitation, she walked into the shop. Crowded with people, it was. She had to struggle to move. Why where so many people asleep? Surely they heard her.
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Posted: Wed Feb 08, 2006 6:52 pm
The shop owner spotted her, and realized she wasn't being helped. He headed over to her, and said "Can I help you miss??" He assumed she was a customer, not another persocom. Yuuka couldn't help but glacne backwards into the shop...She had recognised that this girl was a persocom also, but didn't say anything.
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Posted: Thu Feb 09, 2006 12:05 pm
She turned her head slowly, so her hair continued to obscured her small, gold-capped persocom ears. No other persocom in the world had ears like that. Heck, no persocom was like her at all. If put on sale, she'd sell for more money than anyone normal could afford in a lifetime. But she wouldn't be sold. Never. She wouldn't allow it.
"I'm fine. Thank you." She said politlely, walking towred the window. She met eyes with Yuuka, her own golden-brown ones cutting through the air like knives.
"Mommy! Is that a laptop?! Can I have that one!?" Asked a little girl, tugging on her mother's skirt.
"No honey, that's not a computer..." Said her mother, picking the girl up, and advancing towred Icicle.
"I'm sorry, she thinks you're for sale. Kids are so silly!"
Icicle raised a thin eyebrow.
"Yes. Very silly."
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Posted: Thu Feb 09, 2006 5:36 pm
Yuuka watched the scene before her, and smiled a little, before going back to sitting still. She wondered vaguely why a persocom such as the girl in the store would wander in unattended.....She was told by the shop owner that when persocoms wandered alone, often times they were stolen.
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Posted: Fri Feb 10, 2006 11:56 am
I can't find a match...but perhaps there is someone here that will lead me to a match...
Icicle focused her eyes on Yuuka. A new feature of the CHOBIT2 project, was the ability to "sight scan", or identify someone on eye contact. Yuuka's profile pulled up.
Name: Yuuka
Owned by: None
RAM: ?
CPU: ?
Another with no owner. Not surprising. She walked over to the sill, and tapped the girl on the shoulder.
"How much do you go for?"
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Posted: Fri Feb 10, 2006 2:20 pm
Yuuka turned, and recited the price that the store owner had told her. It was rather high, but it was very reasonable considering that she was a custom job. She was quiet for a moment after that, and then said,"Why do you ask?" She was curious to know....Had her owner sent her for another persocom? Doubtful...This girl was obviously a very new model...Why would they need another one? She had never heard of one persocom purchasing another before....Yuuka sighed, and asumed that it was was just this mysterious girl trying to keep the fact she was not human quiet. So she turned back to her quiet window.
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Posted: Fri Feb 10, 2006 6:37 pm
"Ah...I see." She said calmly, walking away...straight to the store owner.
Breathing people communicate with gold...
From her pocket, Icicle drew a handful of pure gold coins. Obviously forign. Obviously more than enough to pay for the persocom on the sill.
She pointed a slender finger at Yuuka, as if asking about her. The store owner nodded.
"You...can come with me if you wish..." She said softly.
"I get...lonely..."
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Posted: Fri Feb 10, 2006 7:51 pm
"Alright," Said Yuuka, standing up from where she was sitting. She walked over to where Icicle was, and said "Would you like to register me now?" The store owner told her to say that after she had been purchased. She didn't really understand what it ment, but said it anyway.
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Posted: Sat Feb 11, 2006 8:00 am
"Register....?" Asked Icicle, looking confused.
Register...? What's that...? I wasn't registered...
She wasn't exactly accustomed to this part of the world. The only memory disk she possessed was blank...or was it...? There seemed to be somehting there...something not accessed...what could that thing be...?
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