hacking passion

a closed, private chihiro fujisaki rp blog. ( written by fede. ) part of Citta Alveare || won't interact with indies. nsfw || read pages before interacting CURRENTLY ON SEMI HIATUS. Rank: Citizen District: Delta Apartment: Z-4. Limitations:Can use his laptop with access to AOL dial-up internet for one hour per day., along with a smartphone and the laptop already provided with internet connection in his apartment.

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outofprogramming: { GOTTA GO CLASSES, I'LL REPLY WHEN I'LL BE BACK BYE }

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[morbidsights-blog]

  "It is impossible to offend those who wish not to be offended." Quaint, just as he always was. "If you desire a world filled without ghosts and seek to find them for the sole use of confirming a glory to the world in which they do exist, they will hide themselves from you. If you open your mind’s eye and entrust yourself to truth, you will find there is more than what you see through your shell’s visionary. It’s only about embracing, not seeking. As the fortune of wise words, luck is only given to those who don’t make it a part of their plans."

[prxgrammer]

      « Uhm. . . perhaps you're right, sir.        I should, I think, w-wait for the right        mo-moment, then. Because I h-have        always been f-fascinated by su-such        things, and pe-perhaps knowing more        about them will h-help bro-broaden my        ho-horizon. . . I t-think. »

[shslsyoko-archive-blog]

  ✏ - - - She’s not going to let the fact that he should be dead (didn’t stop anyone, did it) stop her from side-eyeing the hell out of him.

Come on, Chihiro. You should know better than this. - - - ✏

[prxgrammer]

      « . . . »

Don't look at him like that, Fukawa. Come on. He wants to be optimistic. Just a little, tiny bit optimistic. The scientists are not a crazy gyaru with an army of even more crazy people believing her words as if she was actual lady Jesus. Bonus: they brought him back to life. And he's still somehow grateful about it.

[prxgrammer]

shslsyoko replied to your post:shslsyoko replied to your post:shslsyoko replied...

(welcome to the hit new sitcom, My Roommate’s A Ghost)

[prxgrammer]

shslsyoko replied to your post:shslsyoko replied to your post:      « Erhm… those...

(nope. ghost. fukawa refuses to believe otherwise)

[cowardlyheroics-blog]

  “No kidding? This thing’s expensive, huh? Sounds like you got yourself quite a treasure here then, buddy! Good for you.”

     All the more reason to be careful. But he wasn’t too worried about dropping it, or anything like that. Thankfully, he’s carried heavier.

“But, say, where exactly are we going with this treasure of yours?”

[prxgrammer]

      « Yup --there's o-one of the co-computers        I use for programming. I needed a new one.»

He nodded vigorously, walking by his side, amber eyes carefully observing the package and the gentle stranger who decided to help him.

      « Oh --my apartment is just a few meters from here,       so we're go-going there. A-and still thank you for the       help, sir. I-it was kind o-of yours. »

[morbidsights-blog]

  "Proof…proof is but a mirror’s image of what a person believes. When it comes to the valley of supernatural, there is no proof of denial that is of existence. I am curious to hearing what you have been told."

[prxgrammer]

      « I. . . I am a pe-perrson of science.       Technology, more p-precisely. And       despite my field t-tried to contact in       any p-possible way s-spirits where it       was supposed to be s-some kind of       su-supernatural activity, but nothing       but noises of a-animals and n-nature       were in there. I have a cla-classmate,       though --he is a fo-fortune-teller. . .       perhaps he has more understanding       than me on the fi-field. I a-am sorry if       I o-offended you so-somehow. . .! »

[prxgrammer]

shslsyoko replied to your post:      « Erhm… those ghost do not exist,      ...

(LOOK WHO’S TALKING)

[morbidsights-blog]

  "Is that what you believe?"

[prxgrammer]

      « Well yes. It has b-been proven       different ti-times, in my world, that       t-they do not e-e-exist. If they do       in y-yours. . . g-good for you, I       su-suppose. . .? »

[cowardlyheroics-blog]

       Someone in need of assistance? Thankfully, he was a nice guy. … And also thankfully, that box there didn’t look all that heavy.

“I gotcha, buddy! There. … Oof.”

     Ok, maybe it was a bit heavy.

[prxgrammer]

The box indeed was heavy --since inside it had an entire new laptop the programmer needed in order to keep his job going smoothly, something he recently purchased thanks to his job at the radio.

      « B-be careful, ple-please. . .       There's something r-really fragile        in there, and I do-don't think I have        enough mo-money to pay eventual        re-re-reparations. . . »

[prxgrammer]

morbidsights replied to your post:      « Erhm… those ghost do not exist,      ...

WTF YOU SAY

      « I just said the truth as far as       my world is concerned! And in       my world, ghosts do not exist! »

[prxgrammer]

      « Erhm. . . those ghost do not exist,       actually. They're characters from an        old book. Ghost do not exist at all. »

[prxgrammer]

      « . . . maybe Fukawa-san is right.. »

[prxgrammer]

      « This bo-box is t-too h-h-h-heavy. . .! »

[8bithope]

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Staring at the person in front of her, she only blinked every so often. Never had they met thus far in the city, and…it was honestly a little more than she thought she could take in. A few moments pass before she decides to speak.

"…Hello. It’s nice to meet you, Fujisaki-san."

[prxgrammer]

He remembered sketching that visage with a Bamboo resting on his lap and the bleeping screens communicating conversions and announcements by his sides. He remembered each moment spent creating the first base of a code, a code he couldn't keep on working due to what happen --the dark veil of mourning falling quickly on his young, naive head, too quickly.

And looking at the creation in front of him, of the ultimate result having his researches and codes as a base and source, couldn't help but fill the heart of the youth with what it truly seemed to be the same pride his father may have felt for this weak son of his.

      « Nanami-san. It's e-extremely nice          to meet you a-as well, fi-finally. I          still w-wish I could ha-have met you          sooner. »

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      « Ew. »