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Wanda didn't know why she'd picked Darlene out of all the hackers in the world to help her take her share of the money. Money that Wanda bad earned but was being held captive. A life on the run wasn't cheap. She pulled down the bill of her cap, sipping on the coffee she'd ordered in the small cafe.
Darlene waa late for their meeting but Wanda thought that might just be normal.
Wanda didn't know why she'd picked Darlene out of all the hackers in the world to help her take her share of the money. Money that Wanda bad earned but was being held captive. A life on the run wasn't cheap. She pulled down the bill of her cap, sipping on the coffee she'd ordered in the small cafe.
Darlene waa late for their meeting but Wanda thought that might just be normal.
Edited 2016-08-09 23:03 (UTC)
She'd only communicated with Wanda through a series of brief text messages, the woman informing her that she'd received her name and number from a reliable source that had told her of Darlene's talents and that she had a job she'd like to propose to her. She wasn't particularly hurting for money, bouncing between crashing on Cisco's couch, forcing Elliot to share a bed with her and otherwise passing out at the arcade, it wasn't as though she needed to really pay rent to anyone. Maybe toss a few bucks in her brother's direction for pizza nights, or food to feed his dog -- he gave about as much care to having money as she did.
Darlene was doing it for the thrill that she hoped to get from whatever Wanda's idea was.
The subway had made her late, the trains weren't running on time due to some construction and she was inadvertently rerouted to another station, having to back track to end up at the cafe where they were supposed to meet. Fifteen minutes late. So much for a first impression, she supposed.
She had hardly anything to go off of to actually find the woman, a vague description of what she was wearing and where she'd be seated in relation to the cross street, but Darlene found her fairly quickly, claiming the open seat across from Wanda and unceremoniously dropping her bag on to the ground next to her feet. "Wanda?" She questioned, as though still unsure that she'd picked out the right person -- everybody supposedly had a doppelgänger somewhere in the world, maybe she'd somehow ran into the other's by completely twist of fate.
Darlene was doing it for the thrill that she hoped to get from whatever Wanda's idea was.
The subway had made her late, the trains weren't running on time due to some construction and she was inadvertently rerouted to another station, having to back track to end up at the cafe where they were supposed to meet. Fifteen minutes late. So much for a first impression, she supposed.
She had hardly anything to go off of to actually find the woman, a vague description of what she was wearing and where she'd be seated in relation to the cross street, but Darlene found her fairly quickly, claiming the open seat across from Wanda and unceremoniously dropping her bag on to the ground next to her feet. "Wanda?" She questioned, as though still unsure that she'd picked out the right person -- everybody supposedly had a doppelgänger somewhere in the world, maybe she'd somehow ran into the other's by completely twist of fate.
darlene i need elliot advice
can you not be an asshole about this one thing if i'm not an asshole either
i didn't even wanna get in touch but it's serious now and i can't talk to anyone else about it
can you not be an asshole about this one thing if i'm not an asshole either
i didn't even wanna get in touch but it's serious now and i can't talk to anyone else about it
"That's me," Wanda said as she looked over Darlene. She looked over the woman that would hopefully help her put the plan she had into action. She sipped her coffee slowly as she studied the arrival. They'd corresponded only briefly and now that Wanda was looking at her she wasn't sure what she had expected. She certainly didn't fit the typical idea of a hacker that she had in her head.
"you're a bit late."
"you're a bit late."
you're capable of not being an asshole? i thought that was coded right into your dna?
[ Sorry, kid, but you set yourself up for that one. ]
okay, look, if elliot is doing something weird, maybe even what you'd probably consider crazy, then just let it go. he'll be fine in a couple hours, he just has these kinds of... moments.
[ Sorry, kid, but you set yourself up for that one. ]
okay, look, if elliot is doing something weird, maybe even what you'd probably consider crazy, then just let it go. he'll be fine in a couple hours, he just has these kinds of... moments.
oh shut the fuck up, i'm being serious here
he's not doing anything crazy, he's not being any different at all
it's more about me than him
he's not doing anything crazy, he's not being any different at all
it's more about me than him
... i thought you said this was about elliot? which one is it, you or him?
whatever, i don't care. what do you want?
whatever, i don't care. what do you want?
BOTH, can a problem not involve two people??
how do you make him stop... like, getting to you. how do you tune that out.
how do you make him stop... like, getting to you. how do you tune that out.
what happened to NOT being an asshole?
getting to you? what the hell does that mean? like is he annoying you or something? i really thought it would have been the other way around... wow.
getting to you? what the hell does that mean? like is he annoying you or something? i really thought it would have been the other way around... wow.
you haven't held up your end of the deal yet, why should i?
no no, not annoying. just like
fuck how do i say this without you getting totally the wrong idea
i worry about him and shit
no no, not annoying. just like
fuck how do i say this without you getting totally the wrong idea
i worry about him and shit
it's difficult to do when there's an annoying little prick in my side.
is caring for people something that's new to you? you should probably care a little about the guy who's been letting you sleep on your couch.
is caring for people something that's new to you? you should probably care a little about the guy who's been letting you sleep on your couch.
honestly? yeah. i avoid it when i can
no one in my life's deserved it yet, it's a waste of fucking time and energy
i don't even get why i give a shit about elliot other than what you said
what is it about him that makes you want to like
wrap a blanket around him all the time
you're his sister, you must know
and how do i stop it, it's annoying as hell
no one in my life's deserved it yet, it's a waste of fucking time and energy
i don't even get why i give a shit about elliot other than what you said
what is it about him that makes you want to like
wrap a blanket around him all the time
you're his sister, you must know
and how do i stop it, it's annoying as hell
it's probably the wild, bug eyed kinda look he gets.
or the fact that he sometimes looks like he only weighs 7 pounds.
or, for me, that you know... he's my fucking brother and i'm not a totally heartless bitch.
what's so wrong with taking that stick out of your ass and actually caring about him? he's a good guy, but he's gone through a lot of shit, he needs more people in his life who give a fuck, he's only got literally 2.
or the fact that he sometimes looks like he only weighs 7 pounds.
or, for me, that you know... he's my fucking brother and i'm not a totally heartless bitch.
what's so wrong with taking that stick out of your ass and actually caring about him? he's a good guy, but he's gone through a lot of shit, he needs more people in his life who give a fuck, he's only got literally 2.
giving a fuck is different than
you know what, forget it, this was stupid
just forget i ever texted
you know what, forget it, this was stupid
just forget i ever texted
than what...?
you're not exactly being very specific here.
'i got a problem and i need some advice, darlene. now let me be as fucking vague as possible and then throw a temper tantrum when you don't understand me.'
you're not exactly being very specific here.
'i got a problem and i need some advice, darlene. now let me be as fucking vague as possible and then throw a temper tantrum when you don't understand me.'
does he have any NON assholes in his life, can you hook me up with THEIR numbers?
nope, he's got a life that's full of assholes.
must be why he picked you, huh?
must be why he picked you, huh?
look, my problem's really, really simple
i don't get attached, ever, in any way
and i dunno how to do that living in the same apartment as that
that FUCKING ELLIOT
[What else could John say he was? The guy was one of a kind, and it was so winning despite its endless idiosyncrasies that John wanted to put a fist right through his face.]
i don't get attached, ever, in any way
and i dunno how to do that living in the same apartment as that
that FUCKING ELLIOT
[What else could John say he was? The guy was one of a kind, and it was so winning despite its endless idiosyncrasies that John wanted to put a fist right through his face.]
oh. my. GOD.
you have a huge fucking crush on my brother don't you?
does he know that you wanna fuck him?
are you like watching him get dressed and shit in the morning and then when he leaves you go and jerk it in his bed?
you should really tell him that part at least, or change his sheets when you're done.
[ Oh. This was just too rich. She was actually laughing out loud. ]
you have a huge fucking crush on my brother don't you?
does he know that you wanna fuck him?
are you like watching him get dressed and shit in the morning and then when he leaves you go and jerk it in his bed?
you should really tell him that part at least, or change his sheets when you're done.
[ Oh. This was just too rich. She was actually laughing out loud. ]
[John could kill her. He could roast the flesh and muscle off her body, then dial up the heat and turn her bones to ash. Thank god for text, which let him catch his breath and clear his mind of blood-red rage before he responded.]
i told you it was impossible to say without you getting the wrong idea
i told you it was impossible to say without you getting the wrong idea
i don't have the wrong idea, i have the completely right idea.
you didn't deny it, so...
how long has this been a thing?
you didn't deny it, so...
how long has this been a thing?
i'm blocking your number on this phone
aww, somebody's wittle feewings are hurt, huh?
that's fine. good luck with my brother, then.
that's fine. good luck with my brother, then.
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