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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Date: 2016-08-14 05:51 am (UTC)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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Date: 2016-08-15 02:33 am (UTC)“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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Date: 2016-08-28 01:26 pm (UTC)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?"