[There's kind of a lot of variety of images I thought may work, could be related. Kind of pick what you like or if you don't feel any of them lemme know~]
[Let’s incorporate “Some things take time”, “Are you strange like me?”, and “Caffeine” into one prompt! I’m ambitious!]
It had taken some time and effort, but Dutch had finagled and manipulated her way into meeting Elliot. Some of it was his choice, of course, but a lot of it was her own hard work. It could all be traced back to a chance encounter on an online network. He’d said something clever that Dutch couldn’t even presently remember, but it had caught her interest, made her think that they were kindred spirits on some level. It had inspired her to take a closer look at him and what she’d found had only inspired her to take an even closer look.
Like Elliot, Dutch was a talented hacker with a certain curiosity burning within her. It was enough to make her disregard his privacy and dig into his life. She’d found that, like her, his father had been stolen away from him at a young age. Hers by a heart attack, his by leukemia. That particular similarity made her feel a sort of empathy she hadn’t expected. Dutch wanted to reach out, comfort him, and she didn’t even know if he’d been as close to his father as she’d been to hers. That was the sort of thing that her computer skills couldn’t find out with a simple keystroke.
She found herself at the coffee shop a full twenty minutes early. Seated at a table in the front corner of the shop, Dutch warmed her hands on her mug and stared out the front window. The passing masses of people were interesting to watch, though none were quite as interesting as the one she was waiting for. She’d seen Elliot in person once without him knowing about it and hadn’t had the courage to approach him. She’d been afraid if she introduced herself honestly she’d be passed off as a stalker. Even tonight she hadn’t been completely honest about how much she knew about him. She doubted she ever could be completely honest with him. Maybe someday. Some things took time.
All that was really left of Elliot Alderson online was what he allowed to be there. There'd been a time in a mental break where he'd tried to search himself and found records wiped clean and if it hadn't been for his meticulous and OCD burning files onto CDs a lot of the information might have been lost to him forever. But for someone good, there was always traces. More than enough to get the idea.
After meeting Dutch on an online social media outlet -- the likes of which he typically detested because they were nothing but fake intimacy -- she'd stayed on his mind, itching at his brain until he hacked her. The thing about hacking a hacker was that it always felt like a dance, chasing shadows. It was a challenge. There wasn't a simple explanation for anything about her.
He'd agreed to meet her because he hadn't quite put together what her 'bug' was yet. And he wanted to know. He wasn't always a very prompt person but he was pretty sure he was on time but she was already there. He was in his typical jeans and black hoodie though he pulled the hood down as he entered the shop. He saw her there, already and mentally went through their earlier exchange to make sure that he had remembered the time right and hadn't kept her waiting.
Elliot went up to the table, hands buried in the pockets of the hoodie. "Hey." A simple word amidst the cacophony of words and thoughts clouding his brain.
“Hey,” She responded, grey eyes searching his face. Dutch was usually very good at reading people which was why she found Elliot so interesting right then. He gave hardly anything away with his facial expressions. He was an utter mystery. She took it as a challenge, something to figure out. There was a smile on her face as she studied him. This was fun to her.
“I’m glad you came out. I understand some people might have reservations about meeting people they meet online.” She shrugged her shoulders. Dutch personally had no such reservations. A good portion of her friends had first been internet acquaintances, some of which she’d hacked just like she’d done with Elliot. Such was life when you had a burning curiosity like Dutch’s.
Elliot was especially interesting to her because she’d found so little on him. It had been just enough to get her interested. She had barely a taste and she wanted to know more. If she couldn’t glean information through her usual means, she’d just have to do it the old fashioned way. Dutch didn’t mind. She was extroverted by nature and talking came easily. She could tell, however, that it would be difficult to get Elliot talking back to her in response.
“Do you drink coffee? I know some people don’t. Probably should have asked you that before I suggested this place…” She lifted her mug to her lips and took a long drink of her black coffee. It was low quality, bitter, but she wasn’t a coffee snob. Dutch drank anything caffeinated more for the jolt it gave her system than for the taste.
Elliot shrugged. His reservation about meeting people wasn't necessarily only extended to those he met online. People in general he tended to avoid but here he was anyway. He didn't have that many friends, he could use one hand to count them.
He nodded at the question. He drank coffee. Not all the time and he didn't like all that fancy Starbucks shit that everyone was always raving over. It was too much of... everything.
"I should probably go get some," he said, giving her a sort of awkward smile. "Just a second, yeah?"
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curiousnotmalicious) wrote2020-08-06 11:51 pm
Pick and choose, idk~
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It had taken some time and effort, but Dutch had finagled and manipulated her way into meeting Elliot. Some of it was his choice, of course, but a lot of it was her own hard work. It could all be traced back to a chance encounter on an online network. He’d said something clever that Dutch couldn’t even presently remember, but it had caught her interest, made her think that they were kindred spirits on some level. It had inspired her to take a closer look at him and what she’d found had only inspired her to take an even closer look.
Like Elliot, Dutch was a talented hacker with a certain curiosity burning within her. It was enough to make her disregard his privacy and dig into his life. She’d found that, like her, his father had been stolen away from him at a young age. Hers by a heart attack, his by leukemia. That particular similarity made her feel a sort of empathy she hadn’t expected. Dutch wanted to reach out, comfort him, and she didn’t even know if he’d been as close to his father as she’d been to hers. That was the sort of thing that her computer skills couldn’t find out with a simple keystroke.
She found herself at the coffee shop a full twenty minutes early. Seated at a table in the front corner of the shop, Dutch warmed her hands on her mug and stared out the front window. The passing masses of people were interesting to watch, though none were quite as interesting as the one she was waiting for. She’d seen Elliot in person once without him knowing about it and hadn’t had the courage to approach him. She’d been afraid if she introduced herself honestly she’d be passed off as a stalker. Even tonight she hadn’t been completely honest about how much she knew about him. She doubted she ever could be completely honest with him. Maybe someday. Some things took time.
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After meeting Dutch on an online social media outlet -- the likes of which he typically detested because they were nothing but fake intimacy -- she'd stayed on his mind, itching at his brain until he hacked her. The thing about hacking a hacker was that it always felt like a dance, chasing shadows. It was a challenge. There wasn't a simple explanation for anything about her.
He'd agreed to meet her because he hadn't quite put together what her 'bug' was yet. And he wanted to know. He wasn't always a very prompt person but he was pretty sure he was on time but she was already there. He was in his typical jeans and black hoodie though he pulled the hood down as he entered the shop. He saw her there, already and mentally went through their earlier exchange to make sure that he had remembered the time right and hadn't kept her waiting.
Elliot went up to the table, hands buried in the pockets of the hoodie. "Hey." A simple word amidst the cacophony of words and thoughts clouding his brain.
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“I’m glad you came out. I understand some people might have reservations about meeting people they meet online.” She shrugged her shoulders. Dutch personally had no such reservations. A good portion of her friends had first been internet acquaintances, some of which she’d hacked just like she’d done with Elliot. Such was life when you had a burning curiosity like Dutch’s.
Elliot was especially interesting to her because she’d found so little on him. It had been just enough to get her interested. She had barely a taste and she wanted to know more. If she couldn’t glean information through her usual means, she’d just have to do it the old fashioned way. Dutch didn’t mind. She was extroverted by nature and talking came easily. She could tell, however, that it would be difficult to get Elliot talking back to her in response.
“Do you drink coffee? I know some people don’t. Probably should have asked you that before I suggested this place…” She lifted her mug to her lips and took a long drink of her black coffee. It was low quality, bitter, but she wasn’t a coffee snob. Dutch drank anything caffeinated more for the jolt it gave her system than for the taste.
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He nodded at the question. He drank coffee. Not all the time and he didn't like all that fancy Starbucks shit that everyone was always raving over. It was too much of... everything.
"I should probably go get some," he said, giving her a sort of awkward smile. "Just a second, yeah?"