10-20-2017, 08:55 PM
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Angel walked around the white space, it’s barrenness inviting feelings of loneliness and questioning. Most predominantly, who was that voice and why did she feel so strongly towards it. Despite being lost in thought she looked up every once in awhile to make sure that there was nothing interesting that could either distract her or help her out. That’s when she saw him.
Her heart immediately lifted itself into the air, joy running through her body as she saw him in his black baggy jeans and black hooded vest.
“You're here, you're here!” She could hear herself saying as she ran over to him, squeezing the poor man tightly. “I thought maybe I was the only one of us...”
For a badass rigger, Jakob was surprisingly soft. He grunted while being squeezed. Jakob looked around with confusion, "No, I am here." He said with the thick accent, slow dull tone that Jakob was known for.
Angel felt her heart sink back down again as she didn’t hear the voice she was expecting, she didn’t know what voice she did expect, but that wasn’t it. Still, she thought it sounded familiar though.
She looked up as she began to apologize. “I’m sorry… I mistook you for…” As she got to his face, it made her own light up, her eyes widening in both disbelief and pleasure. “Your-Your…” Could it really be? He was, or should be, imaginary… but, this whole thing seemed like it belonged it a work of fiction, even if it was a fever dream the guy was standing right there in front of her. “Your Jackob Volkov!” Out of nowhere the girl jumped up to hug him around the neck.
This sort of bothered Jakob, his face twisting in suspicious confusion. He hesitated to harm a girl though who looked enthusiastic to see him. "Da. I am Jakob."
It was only then that Angel’s senses got a hold of her, realizing she was hugging someone who probably had no idea who she was. She back away slowly, slightly embarrassed about what just happened. “I’m Angel.” The blue haired woman said naturally, happily smiling as if she the awkward hugging business never happened. “I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable...” She didn’t see any signs of discomfort, but this is Jackob we are talking about. “You're famous where I came from and I sort of get carry away sometimes…”
"You are from Russia, then?" It would occur to her at this clear headed point that Jakob was most known in Russia. His shenanigans in The States, while the main focus of his story, weren't publicly pinned on him. This must have also occurred to the drug-addicts slowed mind because he added, "No. You have face of a girl too happy for that. You are Runner!" He sounded triumphant and smiled brightly, like he solved a hard puzzle. He touches his nose with the sign of his victory. "We have job?" He didn't remember getting a call, but he didn't remember a lot.
Angel had always wondered what it would have been like to be a runner, most of the time it ended in her convincing herself she couldn’t handle all the gore. Sure she could while watching the movie, but they weren't real people, except apparently one was. “Uh… not exactly. Truth be told I only just woke up here, I don’t remember what I was doing before but… I think I would remember if I was on a mission at least…” Angel’s voice didn’t sound to confident as she said this, sute she wasn’t technically lying, but she was still nervous of the consequences of what might happen if she let his assumptions go too far.
That explained why he couldn't remember. "You are Prime then, yes? Yes. Just like me." he points to his chest, not as proudly as before and with his thumb. He wraps his arm around her to turn them around and points in the direction he came from with his famous red arm. And she how he must of felt. "Coruscant iz that a-way. But dat iz boring." he turned back towards the opposite horizon. "Dat is vhere we want to go. New places." he vaguely remembered something at that point. "Oh.. I waz headed to Inn.." His red arm fell limp at his side. She would know why his memory was so good it surprised other characters. It just took a second "..Somevhere"
It was at this point that young blue haired lass felt something inside her, a sense of adventure, much like the ones she would get back home, watching her favorite protagonists, but this time there was no screen to stop her from fulfilling it. “Well then let’s go!” She said cheerfully, pulling her pal by his red arm in a random direction.
Her heart immediately lifted itself into the air, joy running through her body as she saw him in his black baggy jeans and black hooded vest.
“You're here, you're here!” She could hear herself saying as she ran over to him, squeezing the poor man tightly. “I thought maybe I was the only one of us...”
For a badass rigger, Jakob was surprisingly soft. He grunted while being squeezed. Jakob looked around with confusion, "No, I am here." He said with the thick accent, slow dull tone that Jakob was known for.
Angel felt her heart sink back down again as she didn’t hear the voice she was expecting, she didn’t know what voice she did expect, but that wasn’t it. Still, she thought it sounded familiar though.
She looked up as she began to apologize. “I’m sorry… I mistook you for…” As she got to his face, it made her own light up, her eyes widening in both disbelief and pleasure. “Your-Your…” Could it really be? He was, or should be, imaginary… but, this whole thing seemed like it belonged it a work of fiction, even if it was a fever dream the guy was standing right there in front of her. “Your Jackob Volkov!” Out of nowhere the girl jumped up to hug him around the neck.
This sort of bothered Jakob, his face twisting in suspicious confusion. He hesitated to harm a girl though who looked enthusiastic to see him. "Da. I am Jakob."
It was only then that Angel’s senses got a hold of her, realizing she was hugging someone who probably had no idea who she was. She back away slowly, slightly embarrassed about what just happened. “I’m Angel.” The blue haired woman said naturally, happily smiling as if she the awkward hugging business never happened. “I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable...” She didn’t see any signs of discomfort, but this is Jackob we are talking about. “You're famous where I came from and I sort of get carry away sometimes…”
"You are from Russia, then?" It would occur to her at this clear headed point that Jakob was most known in Russia. His shenanigans in The States, while the main focus of his story, weren't publicly pinned on him. This must have also occurred to the drug-addicts slowed mind because he added, "No. You have face of a girl too happy for that. You are Runner!" He sounded triumphant and smiled brightly, like he solved a hard puzzle. He touches his nose with the sign of his victory. "We have job?" He didn't remember getting a call, but he didn't remember a lot.
Angel had always wondered what it would have been like to be a runner, most of the time it ended in her convincing herself she couldn’t handle all the gore. Sure she could while watching the movie, but they weren't real people, except apparently one was. “Uh… not exactly. Truth be told I only just woke up here, I don’t remember what I was doing before but… I think I would remember if I was on a mission at least…” Angel’s voice didn’t sound to confident as she said this, sute she wasn’t technically lying, but she was still nervous of the consequences of what might happen if she let his assumptions go too far.
That explained why he couldn't remember. "You are Prime then, yes? Yes. Just like me." he points to his chest, not as proudly as before and with his thumb. He wraps his arm around her to turn them around and points in the direction he came from with his famous red arm. And she how he must of felt. "Coruscant iz that a-way. But dat iz boring." he turned back towards the opposite horizon. "Dat is vhere we want to go. New places." he vaguely remembered something at that point. "Oh.. I waz headed to Inn.." His red arm fell limp at his side. She would know why his memory was so good it surprised other characters. It just took a second "..Somevhere"
It was at this point that young blue haired lass felt something inside her, a sense of adventure, much like the ones she would get back home, watching her favorite protagonists, but this time there was no screen to stop her from fulfilling it. “Well then let’s go!” She said cheerfully, pulling her pal by his red arm in a random direction.
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