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Post by Deleted on Aug 28, 2015 21:11:22 GMT -5
For someone who could just not hop off his ass to get this for him done, the asshole sure was taking his sweet time meeting up with him. There was more he wanted to do than stand around, waiting for his client to come around to take his phone so he could get paid. He kind of wanted to walk around and see what other people here were offering. It wasn't all that often he came to this particular part of the Slums and well; he was curious. His white hair might help him stick out, but he really wasn't in the mood to risk getting an earful from his client about 'poor customer service' and how 'unprofessional' and 'unreliable' he was. If he hadn't been in the tight spot he'd been for money he would have told the person off ages ago. As thing were though he really needed this, so bite his tongue he did.
Three hours. He'd been standing here for three goddamn hours before the person finally decided to show up. There was no explanation, no apology; just mild annoyance and scathing words. Yuki was surprised that this person was only from the Middle class. If this was what some Middle class people were like, he didn't think he'd ever want to talk to the bad Upper class. Then again, not like that would be good idea to begin with, his current status considered.
Wanting to end this unpleasantness as fast as possible, the white haired male talked the annoyed client through all the features his phone now had and then some. The client didn't seem the least bit pleased or impressed with what he was being shown, but at this point Yuki really wasn't expecting much from them. If anything he hoped he was still getting paid for this. If not there wasn't really that much he could do about it. Eventually though the other cut him off, took the phone and shoved the money in Yuki's hand, claiming he had 'better things to do' than listen to him ramble about who cares what. Fine by him, though. At least he'd gotten paid.
Once his client turned around and left, Yuki couldn't help but mutter a, "Freaking asshole," under his breath. God did he hope his next client wouldn't be that bad.
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Post by Atticus on Aug 28, 2015 21:55:32 GMT -5
Ahhh this was more than a little bit of a pickle. Atticus was, in his own way, as much trouble begotten as those he spent time fretting over. He'd taken in someone who'd needed help with a bad injury and mangled prosthetic and while his offers to help had been well received, he had been... perhaps a tad ambitious. He hadn't realized, for instance, that the mechanical and robotic hand and wrist attached to the wounded young woman would have been so damaged that the very computer chip inside of it would have been also damaged. Ooops. He'd taken care of her and worked on putting the limb back together but while the mechanical side of it had been simple enough, he found himself in need of someone better with the computer chip and coding to make it work. Oops. Luckily, he had some time to fix it up as the woman needed to recover a bit more before it could be re-attached safely but still! Such a problem.
This was how the doctor found himself in one of the busier marketplaces of the slums. People milled about, buzzing like a hive of black market and legitimate goods, but he wasn't quite sure where to start looking that might be.... safe. After all, if you ordered from the wrong person and they asked too many questions, more people than he might be hurt for it.
His ears eventually picked up on a few words and he turned his attention to a white haired young man explaining features of a device to a disgruntled and very out of place person who was definitely not a regular in the slums from the look of them. The assumed 'customer' was blunt and rude, but the young man seemed incredibly knowledgeable - - perhaps he'd be a lead? Somehow, Atticus doubted he had too much connection to people who might ask questions.
"Ah-um, pardon me?" he said, speaking up as he approached the assumed techie. "I apologize for eavesdropping but - do you do work with computers and chips? I find myself a bit in need of someone skilled, and - sorry for assuming, maybe you could at least point me in the right direction?"
Really, he knew bodies and mechanical bits and how to make them connect but when it came to computers he was in above his head in most cases. Slightly embarrassed for just making assumptions and eavesdropping, he glanced over the fairly neon individual and hoped for a good response and no really difficult questions.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 28, 2015 23:12:25 GMT -5
Okay, with that finally out of the way maybe he could finally take a look around and see if he could find anything of use for himself-
Or not. Just as he'd officially been about to get a move on, he found himself stopped by someone. Or well, he could have just ignored him, but judging by the way this guy seemed kind of anxious he doubted he'd be as much of a hassle to work with like his previous client. Yes, work with. This guy wanted something and he was pretty sure he could provide; and like hell he was doing the whole 'wait until you've literally got nothing left' thing again. Not if it ended him with people like his previous client.
"I do. You're not assuming; you heard well," he answered in response to the brunet's question. "What do you need, exactly? 'Computers and chips' is kind of...broad. And vague." he replied shortly after. As long as this guy wasn't a total asshole he was willing to help. If he turned out to be one then, well... He did just get paid; he could drop him. He was getting ahead of himself now though.
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Post by Atticus on Aug 28, 2015 23:40:18 GMT -5
The answer that came from the white haired young man was quick and to the point but not unpleasant - though Attie couldn't say he would have blamed him much for it if it were, given the exchange he had just witnessed. There was a short exhale of relief when he heard a 'yes i can', though, and a smile grew on his face - and then: right. Details, that was really broad wasn't it?
"Oh- right. I'm in need of some help with a chip and programming for a prosthetic; I'm a doctor, and one of my patients has... well, they've made a mess of themselves a bit more than what I can help with and I'm afraid that my knowledge of complex prosthetics ends at the physical side of things." He laughed softly, a nervous embarrassed sort of laugh. He really didn't want to give too much information straight away - Attie was always a little wary about sharing information with new, untrusted parties, especially when he was fixing up a vigilante with more than a few enemies. "I need someone who might be able to help locate a replacement and program it properly - I can pay, of course."
Sort of. Not a lot. Oh damn, he really hoped that this wasn't going to be expensive. He did have a bit saved up for helping with repairs but the vigilante woman hadn't really had much to her name to begin with and he'd waved off her attempts at paying him. Oops.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 29, 2015 0:42:40 GMT -5
While Yuki listened to the man talk, he couldn't help but feel like something was...off? He wasn't sure what it was, but he also wasn't going to ask. You don't get work in the slums asking clients too many questions. Hell, he was a Scavenger. What was he doing, judging people on what they did, how they did and with who they did it. It really was none of his concern; he got a job, he did the work, he got paid. It really was as simple as that.
Either way, the task sounded simple enough. The man had a patient with a prosthetic arm, and he was lost when it came to the non-physical side of things. Still, "I'd like to see just how much of a 'mess' this patient of theirs has made of their prosthetic. Kind of hard to judge what needs to be done otherwise." He replied. At the mention of payment he just waved his hand in a dismissive way.
"We can talk money when I've seen the damage first. Do you have it no you, or...?" Not that he'd suddenly charge the man and arm and a leg to fix it. It wasn't like he could afford to be that picky when it came to how much he was being paid to fix something.
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Post by Atticus on Sept 6, 2015 16:00:20 GMT -5
When the talk of cost was waved off and the stranger seemed interested in taking a look at the partially repaired prosthetic, Attie perked up a bit. Good - good this was someone willing to help and then he wouldn't have to have his patient go through extra trouble. The prosthetic was asked for, and the doctor quickly responded.
"Oh- yes, I do," he said, twisting to open the bag slung over his shoulder and rummage to get the broken piece of it out. Though he had managed to repair the upper part of it, the part that interfaced with his patient's remaining arm, there was still the wrist and hand and importantly, the broken pieces of computer module within. The prosthetic was mostly robotic looking, smooth outer layers of interlocking metallic pieces that provided a good base for someone to add a layer outer coating if they wanted. Most of the pieces near the fingers were scratched up and a few on the side of the hand showing marks from being dented and put back into place. A whole large piece of the back of the hand and wrist had been removed, though Atticus had done that himself in order to repair things. It certainly looked well put back together - all but for that center part where there were severed connections for more computerized bits. Attie withdrew this - as well as the charred computer component, to let the other see what he was dealing with. He still held them near him, of course - the doctor was forever wary that a stranger might harm him or those he protected. "Is this something that you think you might be able to work with?"
He certainly hoped so; otherwise it was back to looking, and he really didn't want to have to leave the slums and get suspicious looks from those he kept an eye on class levels. Attie didn't mind living where he did, mind you - it was just .... so inconvenient when it came to trying to help others.
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