#c:jorge

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@hunterofpixiedust

“You gonna pout until the end of times? That was days ago. Come on, I’m not upset anymore.”

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@theimpalpable gets a Jorge starter

Corrupt politicians. God did he hate corrupt politicians. He had been a victim of the system they upheld far too many times and the more he got into activism, the more he wanted to take them down.

Maybe that’s why he ended up hacking one of those bastard’s companies, hoping to exploit their data to make some heads roll. Even when Jorge was still young and not as experienced, he was extremely talented when it came to bypassing security systems... Getting in was not a problem; the problem came later.

“No me jodas...“

Someone was making his life difficult, not exactly trying to stop him. They were both hacking the same company at the same time, which caused their preemptive measures to collide against each other. The boy didn’t exactly believe in coincidences, but he had a mission and he couldn’t let someone else interfere... Which is why he left a message in the company’s network code.

<!-- Get the hell outta here, man. I C0balt got here first!>;;

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@ecriivant gets the first Jorge starter!

“You want me to hack the what!? Do you have any idea of what you’re asking of me, parce?”

Naturally, Jorge was wary. He didn’t do private jobs very often, only when he needed some quick cash to pay for his room or some last minute groceries. He could do it, of course, if only for the challenge it presented, but it would take just a little bit more convincing for him to jump aboard.

“Okay, mira, you tell me why you wanna do this and if it’s a good enough reason, I’ll do it.”

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@dangerous-smoll liked this for a starter.

“If I hear one more person saying I’m mexican I’ll start throwing tacos at their faces. A la mierda, there’s more countries down there, you know!?”

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"Jorge, right?" asked Thomas, looking at the dark haired male before him. "I'm Thomas, I think I might have you in my class next semester." He recognized him in the halls and heard his name before but he never got a chance to formally meet him til now.

He just wanted to get home. Finals had gotten the best of him and all that was left was the empty carcass of a boy with broken dreams. Sure, he had aced almost each and every single one of them, but as a college student experiencing overwhelming amounts of stress, he felt utterly crushed, even when the worst was now over.

“¿Ah? Oh. Yeah, I’m. I’m Jorge, man,” he replied clumsily as someone seemed to address him. He figured his 3 day scruff and the messy hair made him look rather homeless and not approachable at all, but here they were... “In... your class? What class is that? Hopefully not one that will wreck me like advanced calculus... Me quiero morir un poquito.”