mojo
02-12-2008, 05:53 PM
I thought it might be fun to get a collaborative story happening so i threw this together to get us started. I think jasn might rue starting up this little forum, i'm gonna fill this sucker up. :D
SLIVER
Currency is life. Not monetary but idea's, information, experience.
These are the things bought and sold in my world.
Nothing moves around here that hasnt passed through my hands.
The Ventors, The Infogeeks and the Dream Thiefs all come to me
for aquisition or trade, its what i do. Or it was, until last week
when the girl showed up at my shop.
Cute little thing, cherubic smile and dimpled cheeks, faint line of
freckles across a dainty nose and liquid green eyes, all framed by
thick brown curls. She called herself Maddy and she was looking for
information, not the normal run of the mill type stuff i usually
handle, she wanted code, illegal code. She came to the right guy.
I'm called Sliver on the streets, no one knows my real name, i'm
not sure i can even recall it myself after all these years on the
make. Sliver's an appropriate moniker, not just for the blades i
carry, i have a way of slicing through networks, cutting into comm
lines, peeling away layers of data that no one else can do. The
Techpols have been after me for years and though they've come
close once or twice i've always managed to stay a step ahead.
She wandered around the shop for a while, pretending to look at
bits and pieces i had lying around, for appearances mainly. Every
now and again i'd see her eyes slide in my direction and she'd bite
her bottom lip. I'd seen it before, she wanted badly to come right
up and say what it was she wanted, and another part of her just
wanted to run away. Eventually the curious side won out and she
came up to the counter. I had my head in a book but i knew she
was there, i could smell her, clean, soapy, no perfume, delicious.
"Excuse me," her voice floated"I'm looking for Mr Sliver."
"It's just Sliver maam, and you've found him." I tried to sound cool
but failed miserably, i'm not good around beautiful women.
“What can i do for you”.
Next...................anyone?
SLIVER
Currency is life. Not monetary but idea's, information, experience.
These are the things bought and sold in my world.
Nothing moves around here that hasnt passed through my hands.
The Ventors, The Infogeeks and the Dream Thiefs all come to me
for aquisition or trade, its what i do. Or it was, until last week
when the girl showed up at my shop.
Cute little thing, cherubic smile and dimpled cheeks, faint line of
freckles across a dainty nose and liquid green eyes, all framed by
thick brown curls. She called herself Maddy and she was looking for
information, not the normal run of the mill type stuff i usually
handle, she wanted code, illegal code. She came to the right guy.
I'm called Sliver on the streets, no one knows my real name, i'm
not sure i can even recall it myself after all these years on the
make. Sliver's an appropriate moniker, not just for the blades i
carry, i have a way of slicing through networks, cutting into comm
lines, peeling away layers of data that no one else can do. The
Techpols have been after me for years and though they've come
close once or twice i've always managed to stay a step ahead.
She wandered around the shop for a while, pretending to look at
bits and pieces i had lying around, for appearances mainly. Every
now and again i'd see her eyes slide in my direction and she'd bite
her bottom lip. I'd seen it before, she wanted badly to come right
up and say what it was she wanted, and another part of her just
wanted to run away. Eventually the curious side won out and she
came up to the counter. I had my head in a book but i knew she
was there, i could smell her, clean, soapy, no perfume, delicious.
"Excuse me," her voice floated"I'm looking for Mr Sliver."
"It's just Sliver maam, and you've found him." I tried to sound cool
but failed miserably, i'm not good around beautiful women.
“What can i do for you”.
Next...................anyone?