Isolated Thinking

ISOLATED THINKING Dr. Alan T. Bradley. Full-time Programmer. Part-time gamer. At least, Flynn' s trying to turn me into one of his gaming goons. It may be working.. //Independent Tron Role-play. Tend to focus on the 80s era but I'd also love to play...

[eaion]

[isolatedalanone]

Blonde hair disappears behind the side of a building with a giggle as a white ball of fluff zooms his way.

“Whoa!…what..”

“Where am I. Hello?“  He leans forward where he could’ve sworn he  saw a blonde head…

[isolatedalanone]

Alan supposed he was a bit of cliche because the first explanation he could come up with was that this was a dream. Some strange holiday dream that was conjured up after falling asleep on his computer keyboard. But he knew he was awake. He could clearly recall the events that lead him here. He ignored the strange snowlike substance and tried to find the individual that was there just a moment ago.

“Hello?” He tried. Perhaps he could get some answers from the stranger. He heard his name exclaimed and he stopped.

“Do I know you?” he asked carefully.

[alwaysyori-deactivated20240204]

Yori blushed, her circuits flaring lightly as she stepped out from her hiding spot. This was Alan-1, her Tron’s User! She didn’t know how to explain to her bondmate’s User that she knew all about him, nor how he had stumbled upon the System. She had heard so much from her Tron and even more from Flynn. It was an honour alone that she even got to meet him!

When he didn’t seem to know her she rose to introduce herself. “I’m Yori. Laura-Prime’s Program.” She said with a nod, hand rising to rest comfortably over her symbol.

[isolatedalanone]

Alan blinked rapidly for a moment in confusion.

Why was Laura introducing herself as a p r o g r am... And what was she wearing...?

“Laura?” he asked stupidly.

[isolatedalanone]

OutofPopcorn// >.> luurking. *pokes Tron fandom* you guys still here?

[isolatedalanone]

Blonde hair disappears behind the side of a building with a giggle as a white ball of fluff zooms his way.

“Whoa!…what..”

"Where am I. Hello?"  He leans forward where he could’ve sworn he  saw a blonde head…

[alwaysyori-deactivated20240204]

The crystalline structure hid her frame as she peeked around the side with a smile. Sparkling white covered the ground before them as a lone figure stepped forth, circuits glowing brightly. “Alan-1!?” She gasped.

Poor Dumont wasn’t going to be pleased with her latest “creation” or better put as mischief. She had been fascinated by User snow. It was so beautiful and was used for many User games that happened around this time of year. Flynn had told them all about skiing and ice skating, but snowball fighting seemed to be the most fun of all.

So she had snuck into the one location she knew she could get away with such a design. Dumont found it amusing more than anything. She wondered with a laugh if he’d hit anyone with a ball of the fluffy white energy she had transformed yet. She had a bet that he would.

The “snow” seemed to sparkle with an iridescent hue of pastel colours, just like the structure laid out around them. It was far more beautiful in her opinion, and a wonderful gift to the Programs of the System. She hoped to share just a small piece of the User World with them, for inspiration, the awe and hope it gave.

[isolatedalanone]

Alan supposed he was a bit of cliche because the first explanation he could come up with was that this was a dream. Some strange holiday dream that was conjured up after falling asleep on his computer keyboard. But he knew he was awake. He could clearly recall the events that lead him here. He ignored the strange snowlike substance and tried to find the individual that was there just a moment ago.

"Hello?" He tried. Perhaps he could get some answers from the stranger. He heard his name exclaimed and he stopped.

"Do I know you?" he asked carefully.

[isolatedalanone]

Online // Meant to be on a couple of nights ago but alas-- I had to sacrifice my computer to the IT guy for a couple of nights. //

[isolatedalanone]

OutofPopcorn

//Note to self. Do not accidentally write "Peter" instead of "Sam" or "J'Son" instead of "Alan". If I mess up just give me a friendly nudge. Transitioning from my latest muse (Guardians of the Galaxy)//

[isolatedalanone]

It's late, and he knows that. Months late. Years even. The door is right there. A knock, or a ring of the doorbell would get the father like figure towards the door. The door that has a Christmas wreath hung on it. The whole house was decked out in holiday cheer. Sam sighed and turned back to his motorcycle, now parked on the street. He couldn't do it.

Alan was just about ready to shut off the computer. He stood, stretched and grabbed up the cold tea. It was then that he caught site of the motorcycle outside the window. For an odd moment he though the silhouette was Flynn. It startled him- almost making him drop his tea.

"No…," he muttered to himself, as if to snap himself out of a dream.

“Sam.” He half-charged to the door.

[ithasazipper-blog]

  He couldn’t say no to coffee. Really couldn’t say no to Alan either. Even though he tried.

Sam stood outside for a moment longer. Almost afraid to enter that house that held real family memories and love. As if Sam wasn’t allowed to have that. Even if the Bradleys kept telling him that we was family. It didn’t feel the same.

"I could see your computer screen all the way from Encom." He replied, and trudged back up to the front door. "I don’t think it ever shuts off." 

[isolatedalanone]

As soon as Sam parked the bike Alan turned to head towards the kitchen, leaving the front door open. He got out the coffee grounds and filter, laughing easily at the boy's remark.

"I can't even remember the last time. I turned that thing off."

"So what are you doing out so late?" Alan didn't mention it but Flynn would often go riding at random hours when he had something on his mind. 

'clears the cobwebs!' he'd say.

[isolatedalanone]

"Yellow, eh? That's a bit unsettling to know."

     "Oh? Why?"

[isolatedalanone]

Blonde hair disappears behind the side of a building with a giggle as a white ball of fluff zooms his way.

"Whoa!...what.."

"Where am I. Hello?"  He leans forward where he could've sworn he  saw a blonde head...

[isolatedalanone]

"Hey Alan." he says as he knocks on the open door, leaning on the door jamb.

Alan looks up at the boy over  the rim of his glasses. "Sam," He says a hint of a smile pulling at the corner of his mouth.

[chellenaessens]

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The Arcade song.

[isolatedalanone]

OutofPopcorn // Bed and then lurkdom at work. There's something about the holidays that brings out my inner Alan Bradley.

[isolatedalanone]

It's late, and he knows that. Months late. Years even. The door is right there. A knock, or a ring of the doorbell would get the father like figure towards the door. The door that has a Christmas wreath hung on it. The whole house was decked out in holiday cheer. Sam sighed and turned back to his motorcycle, now parked on the street. He couldn't do it.

Alan was just about ready to shut off the computer. He stood, stretched and grabbed up the cold tea. It was then that he caught site of the motorcycle outside the window. For an odd moment he though the silhouette was Flynn. It startled him- almost making him drop his tea.

"No…," he muttered to himself, as if to snap himself out of a dream.

“Sam.” He half-charged to the door.

[ithasazipper-blog]

He cringes. 

Not the dad voice. Worse than Jewish mother guilt. Worse than the teacher yelling at you to pay attention. Worse than when Marvin whines.

"Alan! Man, what are you doing here?” Samuel feigns surprise, taking off the helmet and tucking it under his arm. “I was just, you know, driving around. Thought I’d stop by…”

It’s not going to work, Alan can see right through your bullshit. “Say hi or something.” A hand combs through that mess of blonde hair, a dopey smile on his face. “But your lights were out…”

[isolatedalanone]

"Couldn't you see the light from my computer through the window?" Alan smiles despite the kid's lies. This was almost endearing.

"Park the bike. I was just going to make a pot of coffee."

[isolatedalanone]

"What's your favorite color?"

"I hate to be a cliche' and say 'blue' but I do like blue. If I had to pick another color it'd be yellow though."

[isolatedalanone]

It's late, and he knows that. Months late. Years even. The door is right there. A knock, or a ring of the doorbell would get the father like figure towards the door. The door that has a Christmas wreath hung on it. The whole house was decked out in holiday cheer. Sam sighed and turned back to his motorcycle, now parked on the street. He couldn't do it.

Alan was just about ready to shut off the computer. He stood, stretched and grabbed up the cold tea. It was then that he caught site of the motorcycle outside the window. For an odd moment he though the silhouette was Flynn. It startled him- almost making him drop his tea.

"No…," he muttered to himself, as if to snap himself out of a dream.

“Sam.” He half-charged to the door.

[ithasazipper-blog]

The young man was just about to put his helmet on, when he heard the front door open. The wreath jingling happily.

“Shit.” He cursed to himself, still putting the helmet on anyways. 

Just another motorist. Nothing to see here folks.

[isolatedalanone]

Alan frowns deeply. What did the kid think he was-- an idiot? He may be getting old but he wasn't b l i n d.

"Sam. Flynn. I know that's you. I know your dad's old bike anywhere."

[starberth]

[ “This shouldn’t be here.” ]

a series of unfortunate or overlooked films | Tron: Legacy (2010)

[isolatedalanone]

It's late, and he knows that. Months late. Years even. The door is right there. A knock, or a ring of the doorbell would get the father like figure towards the door. The door that has a Christmas wreath hung on it. The whole house was decked out in holiday cheer. Sam sighed and turned back to his motorcycle, now parked on the street. He couldn't do it.

Alan was just about ready to shut off the computer. He stood, stretched and grabbed up the cold tea. It was then that he caught site of the motorcycle outside the window. For an odd moment he though the silhouette was Flynn. It startled him- almost making him drop his tea.

"No...," he muttered to himself, as if to snap himself out of a dream.

"Sam." He half-charged to the door.