An Unemployed Nerd Enters....

[h-emmerich.livejournal.com]

[ Hal Emmerich just lost his job at the FBI. People generally don't like you much if you hack into their central database. Especially the government. Now he's got a bad reputation and no one will talk to him about jobs. He's starting to run out of money for rent and he turned the heat off to save on money to keep his internet. The internet is more important then being warm, after all! ]

[ He goes out for a walk to clear his head and suddenly ends up in a place that he wasn't intending to go. This place is a bit odd, but it sure beats his apartment. ]

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[zanzibarhero.livejournal.com]

[Grinning, despite the cigarette hanging from his lips, Snake also extends his hand to shake Hal's firmly.]

The name's David, but I'd prefer it if you call me Snake. I work for FOXHOUND.

[h-emmerich.livejournal.com]

Snake? Alright.

[He looks a bit confused, but shrugs.]

FOXHOUND? I assume that's a special ops group? I worked for the FBI myself. Although the ERF is quite a lot less exciting.

[zanzibarhero.livejournal.com]

It's a codename. You know what that is, right?

[Snake raises a hand to his own shoulder, rolling it forward.]

Something like that- woah. FBI, huh? You here to check up on me?

[h-emmerich.livejournal.com]

Yes I know what a codename is.

[He rolls his eyes a bit. Some men.]

Ohh no, I was just fired from there. They didn't like me hacking into the database and looking things over. So I'm looking for a job. Usually places love to snap up guys with PhDs, but so far nothing.

[zanzibarhero.livejournal.com]

You were hacking the FBI databases?

[Snake plucks the cigarette from his lips and exhales smoke as he speaks.]

Huh. You sound like a typical cyber criminal.

[h-emmerich.livejournal.com]

[Hal shuffles his feet a bit, not sure how to explain himself.]

Truthfully, I was bored and wanted to see if I could actually get in there. Hell of a lot easier then I expected actually. I wasn't going in there to steal info or anything.

[zanzibarhero.livejournal.com]

I'm pretty sure they all say that.

[Touching the tip of his cigarette, Snake watches as the ash falls to the ground.]

But you look trustworthy enough. I'll believe your word.

[h-emmerich.livejournal.com]

[He shrugs and smiles.]

They probably do. And thank you.

[zanzibarhero.livejournal.com]

There's something else I forgot to mention about this place.

[Snake gestures down the hallway.]

All these doors lead to different rooms. You're lucky to find an apartment here. Other rooms aren't what you'd expect them to be.

You might walk out onto a beach, or a snowy Alaskan plane. I've heard about rooms made entirely out of food, too.

It's pretty crazy. Takes a while to adapt.

[h-emmerich.livejournal.com]

God. This should be interesting. I can just go in any one I'd like at any time?

[zanzibarhero.livejournal.com]

Heh. That's right.

[The soldier takes another slow drag of his cigarette.]

Try not to get lost. There's about fourteen floors.

[h-emmerich.livejournal.com]

I'll do my best. Although I'm notorious for getting lost in my own single room apartment.