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[ryexe-blog]

@d3f4ltx​ + @ryexe​ 

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[ryexe-blog]

.//_starter for @d3f4ltx​

The young hacker entered the Dot Connexion, instantly earning the looks of the fellow partygoers with his bright neon mask; but not questioned and was shrugged off as some sort of Defalt fan, with the neon rabbit mask he owned. Wading through the crowd, he readied a hack in his smartphone, a single task in mind; to create a breach in Defalt’s systems and allow a way for Dedsec to get the info they needed to truly determine if Defalt is a problem or not. Finally reaching the main dance floor, the younger male altered the color of his mask as to not stand out amidst the rave clad in blue and green glow-in-the-dark sticks.

He started the hack; riding out the storm, even making direct eye contact with the DJ above as he breached his system. As the hack was finishing; h0ps flashed the other a winky emoji before letting the Dedsec logo animate on his mask and Defalt’s monitors, making sure to change his visor color back to it’s bright yellow. And with that, Rye turned around, rushing to the exit of the Dot Connexion, turning into an alleyway and bursting into a full sprint- thinking he would actually get away with it until- 

h0ps skids to a stop, sneakers rubbing against the concrete as he found his path blocked off by an angry rat. 

. // “ Oh, looks like ratboy wants to say hello to little ol’ me! “, he exclaims, voice electronically altered to sound mocking and robotic. He waves hello, discreetly pocketing his smartphone with his free hand. 

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   “ No, let it go, man! “   He yelled back at him quickly, trying to keep hold of the other man’s hands to stop him from reaching for his gun. His head raised briefly and he stared up at Ray as he left the area. Wrench watched until he was gone from his sight. He looked down quickly, fixing his eyes on Jay again.    “ I’m gonna let go of you, but you better not fucking shoot me. “

[justabartender]

"Fuck , Desmond. I was actually fucking worried."

Damn, been a while since he’s heard that. “Seriously? Shit, well--I’m sorry man. I didn’t mean to make you worry.”

[lunarcries-a]

@d3f4ltx

“Jay?”

It had been one of those nights. Cleaning up yet another shattered glass at the club had left her stinking of alcohol, hand bandaged from where the glass had cut into her palm. Even he looked exhausted, pacing the room, rat mask in hand.

"Hey, c'mere, what's wrong?"

[justabartender]

"Ugh , okay. Sorry - Im getting blood all onto your floor."

“It’s cool, it’s seen worse at this point.” He should probably get him bandages. Yeah. Does he even have any? Shit, that’s a problem. “I’ll uh--be right back. Sit, try not to pass out.”

[abiitmanes]

“I made you some chicken soup.”

sick starter sentences / / accepting

He wasn’t willing to move once he had settled into a suitably comfortable and warm spot, though it was curled somewhat tightly on his side, knees to his chest. Everything in his body ached as they did with a cold, prompting Desmond to hardly even lift his head to look over. “I didn’t even know you could cook.”

[abiitmanes]

@d3f4ltx

Should’ve stuck to the rafters, Desmond.

The last time he was met by guards like this was at Abstergo, and he had pondered the possibility of seeing if they wanted to go home to their families before engaging him. But he figured what they thought was something like the whole ‘bringing a knife to a gun and electrified baton fight’ and had carried through with their jobs, so Desmond had carried through with his too. But this time was different -- he was in public, at some art event (he wasn’t sure), and there wasn’t anyone he needed to rescue. No, he got into this mess all on his own and he’d have to take responsibility.

Desmond silently held his hands up, finding his lips curving into a frown as his arms were seized by two men. No handcuffs thank god, but it was still a pain in the ass, but there weren’t to be any dramatics -- not yet until he saw a solid opportunity that didn’t risk anyone else around. 

[ Knowing Abstergo, this would be the least of his worries probably. ]

“Didn’t realize you guys played mall cop for art events too.” All that had earned him was a pretty icy stare and a tighter grip as he was dragged along down a separate back hallway away from the main gallery, along some stairs -- and the roof. He almost couldn’t believe his luck -- that Abstergo had forgotten the damage he caused last time. But no, something seemed off about the whole thing, causing the cold sensation in his stomach to turn as he realized they were waiting for someone. The metal door opening once more revealed not a face, but definitely a glowing mask, someone who clearly didn’t like airing their business to the public inside the building.