#wirethread

[awelloiledmachina]

+ ryder sorley  

Wire always did like the morning the most. People were scarce, the sun was low, and everything was still; peaceful. It was nice to go out and work once in a while. 

So he found himself walking down the frost covered streets as he fiddled with Ethel's new phone (her old one had been shot, and therefore, rendered useless). His hands were cold (gloves made it difficult to program an untrackable and secure phone), but he tried to ignore it. 

And then a woman appeared (literally popped out of nowhere) directly in front of him. He halted and blinked.

"... What." What indeed.

[awelloiledmachina]

+ spirit 

Okay, so maybe going outside to play/hack PC games totally defeated the purpose of having the freedom of going outside in the first place, but goddammit he was almost halfway through translating Insanidade and he wasn't going to give up now.  

Then he felt a nudge to his shoulder. 

The tech enthusiast looked up from his screen, even though his fingers continued to type, and blinked at the ratty girl who was staring at him with a look of disgust. "...Yes?" Wire offered as his typing slowed to a stop. Maybe her parents left her here, like, ten years ago. That would explain the... state she was in.

[awelloiledmachina]

it is the very error of the moon: childhood friend au

with guinevere thorn 

When Wire glanced around at his surroundings, he hadn't meant to make eye contact with the oddly familiar stranger. In fact, he hated eye contact; he tried to avoid it at all times. So as he sat on a comfortably lonely bench in town with his 'public' laptop, Wire felt uneasy in the worst sort of way. 

It was an unnerving recognition that racked his spine ever so often, but the fear was always in vain. False. But this one... oh no. 

Krol! 

He moved quickly. Closed his laptop, stood up, and was ready to sprint to the nearest forest until he felt a hand turn him around and, before he knew it, he was staring at a ghost. 

[awelloiledmachina]

+ emilio fontana (and others) 

Ethel was the one who told Wire about the store. The sniper had only good intentions when she popped into Wire's work room and rattled on about tech store, and how it would be a 'good exercise' to 'socialize' in a 'familiar environment'.

Truth be told, Wire went because he enjoyed using 'outdated' parts to make something positively new. It was a little hobby that kept the gears turning. That, and survival horror PC games.   

Wire was pleasantly survived to see that the things in the store were made just as he enjoyed making things, and approached the owner as he let his eyes wander to the comfortable space of programming and hard drives. 

"Nice," he mumbled before nodding, "you got any junk parts you don't wanna use?"

[awelloiledmachina]

+ mark brenton 

Wire found a rare few hours of leisure in his busy schedule, which he spent getting fresh air while he snacked on a raw head of broccoli. It was amazing how natural cravings for nature and its gifts came in when you locked yourself away from anything close to organic. 

He came upon a cat while he was walking, and he couldn't not pet a lonely cat, so he did. The furry friend had a tag, so he had to wonder if the poor animal was lost. He followed it to a bench, where a young man sat. "Is the cat yours?" Wire asked as he nodded to the nameless feline.