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[ Video--coming from Adam's tablet for once, and not his retinal enhancements. it shows him, obviously in his messy apartment, and obviously... different from what one might be used to. he's neither properly dressed nor his usual stoic, composed, monotone self.

but most notably, the lenses of his shades--which are mounted to his head--are retracted. his eyes are visibly artificial. here's the usual gravely voice: ]

...And they keep dragging more and more people here. Or is that the machine malfunctioning again? Can't be sure anymore.

Anyway, hello. My name's Adam Jensen and I'm -- [ insert vague, dismissive gesture here--his hand, too, is artificial and looks like it's made out of black metal. ] ... who the fuck even cares. I'm the local oversized can opener. Hi.

[ if it wasn't obvious before that he's drunk, it's sure as hell now. ]

Given the uh, premise under which you all arrived here as well as the popularity of thought-provoking surveys lately, let's talk about a topic each of you surely can contribute to with a story or two. Since I couldn't help but notice that we're quite a miserable bunch of misfits. Exceptions prove the rule by the way.

[ pause, during which he reaches off screen... for his smoke. ]

So, broken dreams. There's a pretty catchy song on them by Green Day which I can only recommend. But before you scurry off to find it, why don't we share with the class why we're all so damn bitter, and not only since we ended up in this shithole. Though I guess the shithole made it worse, in some cases. I don't know. Getting it off your chest might have a soothing effect, or something.

[ another pause, and he seems pensive for a moment. ~~he might be able to offer alternative treatment methods for your troubles which may involve punching~~ ahem. ]

Here, I'll start. I was planning to get married not too long ago, start a family. I had the perfect girl, a decent job I liked and paid well, and then--then science happened.

[ a dry, humorless chuckle. ]

Gotta love science. Your turn.

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[She shakes her head. She doesn't--might have experimented in her rebellious youth but currently, she doesn't.]

Things aren't different in space. Hazy bars are some of the best places to pick up intel and rumors on a mark. The seedier the sector, the better.

Edited 2012-11-19 10:49 (UTC)

[ Oh okay, that makes more sense. Though he chucklegrunts. ]

So you'd consider me and my place seedy? And I just took a shower.

[ TURNS AROUND TO LAZILY FLOP DOWN ON THE COUCH with legs wide spread and all like a manly man. ]

[Ha ha okay she even finds that funny and will certainly run with it. She smirks then goes back up the stairs into the kitchen.]

Yes, your place is very seedy. There's smokes... liquor everywhere. Sometimes this place harbors homeless drunks and women.

[She emerges with her glass of scotch refilled. Indeed, she's making herself quite at home in his seedy place.]

Or half naked guys who don't know how to keep their legs closed.

[She says this very nonchalantly.]

Looks like it. Good thing you're a dirty woman who is used to seedy places, so you're hardly bothered.

[ YEP KEEPING HIS LEGS WIDE SPREAD AND PUFFING ON HIS SMOKE, just because. ]

Be glad I keep my pants on.

[ is it a joke? IS IT??? he probably only started putting on pants at home when he couldn't stand looking at his own legs anymore. ]

[She squints at him a little though the wry little amused expression on her face doesn't waver. She decides he should be knocked down a peg for that comment and that it will be fun to use her towel to do so.

There's a flash of a slightly damp towel smacking him in the face from where she's standing. It's hardly an angry smack, playful if anything.]

I hope I'm not making that a difficult affair.

Edited (I CAN SPELL) 2012-11-19 22:15 (UTC)

[ It's sudden for him to lose his still smoldering cigarette anyway, and he hisses. There's a nice burn mark now, but at least the couch isn't on fire.

He reaches for his own towel. ]

As a matter of fact...

[ --She is, the longer this goes on, and at this point he can't even tell if that's her intention and if it is, how serious she is about it.

But right now he's too busy being a child by sitting on the couch in the wrong way around so he can towelwhip her back, viciously. ]

[GOODBYE FAIR CIGARETTE. All's fair in banter and towel fights.

If there's anything that'll get her motor running, it's a fight--even a playful one, though his retaliation is stronger than she was expecting. Something that'd probably hurt if she didn't take it a little more seriously. Samus reacts appropriately. Automatically. Instinctively.

Without putting a second thought into it she manages to grab the incoming towel and wraps her wrist around it to secure the new weapon he'd just given her, and gives it a firm, quick tug. She was expecting the towel to slip away from him and she'd be duel wielding two very DANGEROUS AND DEADLY weapons...]

[ Only that Adam's grip is augmented. Unfortunately though, the couch isn't, which causes the piece of furniture to topple over quickly, with Adam still right on it.

You'd think he would've let go of the towel by the point he hits the floor with a grunt, but no. Because now it's his turn to follow suit and give a tug and there is probably way more force behind it than Samus is expecting...]

[Her abnormal strength pitted against his abnormal strength spelled certain doom for the couch. Samus wasn't standing far behind, but just enough to avoid being crushed by it as it fell. She couldn't easily avoid the man that followed, however, even avoiding his body she was pulled down to the floor by the towel that connected them so.

And from there it would be difficult avoid his body any further as she rather comically and very easily slides across the floor towards him as he tugs. It results in a spectacular face-plant with his hip, thankful that isn't augmented or she's sure it would have hurt more. Samus groans, and makes use of limbs that aren't encumbered or tangled in towels.

Adam's jaw would be met with her knee--again, not hard, but she is quite firmly pushing his face away in effort to subdue him.]

[ He also groans--certainly didn't plan for that, it's just that he hadn't at all been willing to give up on that towel or let her get away with smacking him in his own home with his own towel. He's still got some dignity left.

Thank god in the heat of the moment he doesn't have much time to realize the weight of another body sitting on him right now, because that would be enough to make him pause and consider it in ways that are hardly appropriate.

Doesn't change the fact that he's getting a faceful of Samus' butt right now when he cranes his head, though. Not even two seconds later, however, her knee connects with his jaw, which results in another disgrunted sound. But he doesn't let go of the towel, stubborn as he is, and even attempts to grab the other towel as well and then roll over together with her to reverse positions. And get that knee out of his face. ]

You keep doing that and I will lose my pants in no time.

[ It's growled out. Indeed, he's not wearing a belt, so they do slip a little ... ]

[ With the positions switched she gets an eyeful of his crotch, duly noting his loosening waist band. Even covered as they are, such intimate parts of his anatomy are a little too close for comfort to her face and she presses herself against the flooring as flat as she can, lips pulled tight. ]

.......I can see that.

[ Said dry and monotone, but she's not ready to give in the towel just yet. Not ready to give up both of them, in fact, and knows that if he wishes to maintain his grip on the other ends that means his hands will be kept occupied. So are hers, but she's quite aware of that and makes use of her long legs again.

Her ankles clamp on both sides of his head like a vice grip. Were she seriously trying to hurt him she'd give his neck a good twist until it snapped, but all he gets is a little tug tug on the towels. Come on Adam. ]

You should let go, and I might give one of them back.

Edited 2012-11-20 06:34 (UTC)

[ Your own fault, Samus, you started it. ]

Just one? These are my towels, you know. I consider that theft.

[ He tries to sound unimpressed, but her feet at his head do bother him, in fact, and everything he says is growled out.

And he can be mean too, by SHIIING sliding out both of his blades until they are stopped by the floor with a dull THUD, but not without making sure first that the angle is relatively harmless and she won't be hurt--provides she doesn't move around too much now. However the sharp edges of the blades might be cutting into the towels now, so that combined with the force applied might cause them to rip before long... ]

[ She admittedly kind of forgot about those and tenses, then catches wind of what he's doing. Clever boy. ]

You'd ruin not one but two of your own towels.

[ Unbeknownst to Samus, he's cutting more than just the towel. In short time she feels a sudden draft right at her hip, right across where some of her belt loops are. The moment she realizes this immediately lets go of both towels, and his face. ]

Adam!

[ There's an obvious urgency in her tone; a demand to stop immediately. ]

Edited 2012-11-20 08:17 (UTC)

[ Adam didn't realize it, but her words sound urgent enough for him to stop. Maybe he's taken this a little too far... then again, she could have broken his neck with those legs of hers.

It's still sort of a reminder that he isn't normal--who the fuck has blades in his arms and uses them instinctively in situations such as these without thinking?

Either way, he retracts them almost the same moment she releases him and the towels, sitting up... but still sitting on her so now she can admire his ~~cute butt~~ backside. He turns around far enough to be able to look over his shoulder. Out of the corner of his eye, he can see what the problem was. ]

Does that mean I win.

[ Probably on par in terms of normalcy as the woman who didn't bat an eyelash at putting his head in a suplex-style neck breaker. She grunts, propping herself up on her elbows and scowling at the butt that was bestowed upon her lower torso.

Really, getting new pants wasn't a big deal--easily replaceable--but that didn't mean she was happy with with Mr. Smug Towel-Boy. ]

It means you owe me a new pair of pants.

Want mine?

[ There's a tiny barely visible smirk on his lips and he hooks a thumb into his waistband TO PULL HIS JEANS DOWN AN INCH OR TWO.

You brought in on yourself Samus, now you gotta deal with this jackass NEVER LETTING IT GO. ]

[ aggabablgbablohmygod Adam ADAM. Much against her will her eyes dart down and then back up at him to SCOWL HARDER: REVENGEANCE OF SCOWLING AND GLARING.

It seems he's flustered her beyond her usual cool and calm demeanor, though she's still going to try very hard to keep up that bravado. His hands pull down, her hands fly to the rim of his pants and pull up. Almost immediately she realizes how futile her desperate attempt is, and more productively, that it won't take much more than a simple roll of her hips to dislodge her cheeky (ahem) quarry. ]

Get off!

[ So brilliantly she scoots away from him and stands, only to feel her pants slide down the one side of her hip. She is fast enough to pull her pants back up, though through the newly cut gash he just made, he might have gotten the briefest of glimpses at undies. Today, Samus happens to be wearing wearing black. ]

[ Hey, not his fault that their clothes apparently can't stay on when they're around each other.

STILL, HE'S JUST TRYING TO BE FUNNY AND RILE HER UP because it's cute. Adam falls flat on his ass when she scoots away (his pants stay on, miraculously, though he does have to pull them up somewhat when he gets to his robofeet. Also what is thaaaaaat... he refrains from remarking on her underwear, thankfully. ]

You started it.

[ WHAT WITH THAT 'MAKING IT DIFFICULT' COMMENT AND ALL....]

[ Oh, she's quite riled up, and the worst part is she can't tell if she likes it or not. ]

I beg to differ.

[ You started it with your coming out of the shower shower all shiny and wet and talks of and seedy places and dirty women. She gives him a lingering glare before redirecting her attention to her ruined pants, with groan. ]

[ He doesn't give a witty retort this time, although he can think of a couple. What he does instead is invading her personal space by closing most of the distance between them. It's funny, they'd just been straddling each other and yet doing this feels a lot more intimate, even to him.

(Aw, look how short she is next to him, out of the suit.)

He does this, to... take a closer look at her ruined pants. He puts a hand on his own hip. ]

If you want me to get you a new pair, I'll need your measurements. At least some of them. Or do you want me to eyeball it?

[ There's a little head shake, as if to say tsk tsk, Mr. Jensen. ]

First you ask my age, now you're asking my measurements?

[ She'd better appreciate the thought behind sentiment were she not so, well, riled up. And oddly enough this somehow feels more intimate for her as well, and she's not sure she can endure much of it any longer. ]

I don't think I can trust you with another pair of pants... and I think we've done enough eyeballing for one day, Adam.

[ Never let it be said that Samus isn't a resourceful woman; with one hand clutching her jeans, the other gently lifts up his couch, gently setting it back into place. Underneath she finds her forgotten about coat, then ties the arms of it around her waist, snug and tight. Unfortunately now, she'll have to bear the cold weather until she can get back to her apartment, but certainly she can endure that. ]

[ What of it? He wants to say, because not only does she make it hard to keep on pants but also to look at her like a woman. Feels more like he's checking out a (particularly attractive) buddy than a possible bedmate.

Honestly, he's just waiting for her to admit she's not into guys at all and just teasing for that very reason.

Doesn't stop him from checking out her ass as she looks for her coat, until she ties it around her waist. ]

I thought that doesn't bother you. Like the rest of this place.

[ BUT WHATEVER, he shrugs, she is obviously getting ready to leave. Might be for the best, before this place ends up looking any worse because fridges and couches start to fly. ]

[ She's rebut with the inclusion of herself in that eyeballing but she doesn't want to use an argument of 'we' that is in retrospect, a Freudian slip.

Yes, probably a good time to leave, she decides. Before any more of those happen and furthermore, before Jensen actually catches them. She makes her way to the door. ]

It only bothers me if I start liking it.

[ It's said very dryly, but is also something of an unfortunate truth on varying levels. ]

[ .... WOMEN.

What the hell is he even supposed to make of that. WHAT DOES IT MEAN.

Regardless he heads over to the front door as well to open it for her and let her out. ]

I'll consider that a compliment for now. Good night.

[ WOMEN, I KNOW, RIGHT? She accept this and takes her leave. ]

Good night, Adam.

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