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Honor, Love, and Peace; All our lives we strive for these
Topic Started: Aug 21 2006, 05:50 PM (617 Views)
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The stinking alleyway was the place for trash. Several dumpsters belonging to the tenants in the run-down apartment reeked with festering food and broken objects that were rusting from the rain that fell unrelentlessly from a manic-depressed sky. The rumble of thunder could be heard in the distance and people stopped their routine just to see the sky tear itself apart with lightning. No one noticed the boy in the alleyway. No one ever notices what they think is broken.

Ticktick was anything but broken. He just needed to shut down and reboot; too much had passed and too much data had been stored. He had fried his circuits and now the storm was producing too much static for him to function. His eyes slowly opened with a click and a sound that sounded much like a disposable camera when the flash is flicked on and off. Apathetic eyes that never reflected anything but streams of code stared dully at the dumpster in front of him.

The computer regained its bearings and a smile twitched on the artificial beings lips. A small spark of personality flared inside the myriad of wires and kindness merged with electronica in his star-fallen eyes. While he could smell and hear and taste the grotesque conditions of his whereabouts, he was perfectly happy. Smells and touch were so very new to him still, and even the most horrid scent made him feel alive. He leaned onto his knees and scuffled forward in a crawl over to a particular sludge-encrusted dumpster.

With a slender finger, he traced a pyramid with a cross inside it. Underneath, he wrote the words 'Honor, Love, and Peace' in impeccable Arial font. He was a machine, after all. Perfection was his only option. The lines were straight, the cross was bold. It was the symbol and motto of the corporation that created him- The Cxygen Corporation. The words were empty and hid nothing but lies. They made themselves seem romantic and pure while they wasted money from taxes into useless projects.

Ticktick had been a result of one of them.

Unit 0023 sat on his haunches and stared at what he had just drawn. Placing a cold hand over it, he whispered a single word.

"Maria.."

And then the hand slid down, forever erasing the symbol. The rain pattered down, the thunder crashed in discord, and the lightning made the ringing in his ears deafening. This couldn't be home.
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Yes, trash.

Wonderful trash.

Delicious, colourful, redolent, velvet-like trash.

What a bunch of utter crap.

These were the kinds of thought that ran through Iro's rather dull, shal I say? mind, as he stalked through the street. Glares were given to people all around- glares that made the crowd part like the Red Sea- heh, that would be wonderful, if he was Moses- glares that made the particularly weak-minded females faint from having their lives being enlightened so suddenly.

Heh.

His surprisingly delicate-looking fingers were hooked around his jean belt loop thingies (no clue what they're called xDD;;), causing his pants to fall to a point where even the local wannabe-gangsters would be proud- though his rather boring, static grey-coloured shirt was long enough to cover up what was deemed indecent. Today, the man's black hair- accented even more by the oncoming darkness of the storm- was in its normal form; black and spiked- almost sexily so. It gave the man a rather haughty look to him, and his ruggedly handsome face proudly boasted his 'charisma' to the world.

Ebony-coloured eyes were now turned down- there weren't very many people out and about anymore, as the weather had finally started to rain- recently, it had been- well, for lack of a better word- constipated.

Sneaker-clothed feet slid along the ground, making a more 'scfffttt-pat, sccffftt-pat' sound than a clean 'patpat'- a bad habit, and no less. His nose wrinkled in disgust at the smell of ozone that had drifted down from the sky- a kindly gift from god?- and the putridly sweet stench of trash. Somehow though, he felt oddly drawn to the alleyway- and made a straight beeline towards it.
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Ticktick looked up from his primal position to stare blanky at Iro for a moment. His palid hands pressed against the asphalt- it was a curious mix of smells in this particular alley. Now might be a good time to mention that, indeed, the robot was wearing clothes. A simple grey uniform with a bright yellow line that had brutal corners and even worse right angles. There was no softness or curves. It was straight and conformed and it ran around the seams of his shirt and pants.

It was rather big for him, seeing as his creators never bothered to tailor anything to him beforehand. They hadn't even believed he would actually work. But he had, and now the sleeves hung loosely around his palms and his pants clung for dear life about his hips. The scuffled working shoes were too big and made him inclined to trip multiple times. The pants slipped under the shoes, making it even harder for him to walk normally.

Ticker looked up at Iro through glossy eyes, tilting his head to the side and never closing a pert little opening on his mouth. He looked very much like a lifesize doll.

"Hi."

His voice came out through a splendid voice-box, sounding splendid and childish and warm at the same time. He gave in to squatting, choosing to fall on his rump and smile up at the stranger, sprawled in a cute postion on the wet asphalt.

"I'm Ticktick."
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Looking down at the boy, Iro's narcissistic expression fell away, and he stood, stunned.

So pretty.

Oh so prettyful.

However, the rain that started to fall down obscured his vision, and he ducked beneath the sparse 'shade' of a nearby building's jutting roof. "Yo."

As ridiculous as it seemed, the man still carried a swagger-esque air in one word- the sort of voice that gave a "Who the hell are you and what do you want? Hurry up, you're wasting my precious time" feeling to it.

"I'm Iro."

The rain falling down started to make curious plankety sounds on the boy that was cushioned in the trash- almost like the sound of water falling down noisily onto a hollow tin box.

Hm...
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"Iro? That's a nice name! I like that!" Ticktick pushed himself off the earth and folded himself into a standing position. His posture was impeccable and he wiped the dirt off his slacks like a proper gentleman. He noticed that his pants were now wet, this giving him a cause to frown. "Will you excuse me for a moment?"

Ticktick quietly turned his back to Iro and slowly slipped his slacks off, revealing pearly white boxers. He folded the slacks in his arms and turned back around to Iro, smiling. He seemed either not to care or not mind that Iro saw him like this. His eyes went completely blank for a moment as a small voice chimed in his head.

"Temperature control stabilized."

Even in the pouring rain, he wouldn't be cold now. His body was adjusting its temperature to 103 degrees. It would remain that way until Ticktick chose to tone it down once he needed to to feel comfortable again.

"Nice to meet you, Iro." Ticker held his hand out to the other boy, grinning from ear to ear.
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This guy is annoyingly nice.

Eyeing the boy/man/robot thing curiously, Iro cocked his head and his eyes moved up and down Tick's body. Delicious.

A further inspection of the robot came back positive- Tick was sexy.

But seriously, the personality thing was ... unnerving.

Yeah.

Iro + Unnerving = No make sense

His right eyebrow rose as the small voice- was this guy a ventriloquist?- sounded, and- okay, he was getting a little weirded out right now.

Though of course, all this 'hesitation' was in his mind- he was, in reality, still smiling in that dashingly cocky way of his.

Extending a hand and taking the other man's, Iro almost pulled his hand back in shock, but didn't.

The hand was pretty damn hot, and not in the 'i vant to rpe you lik elolol1!1' way- the 'ouchie' way.

His hand tightened past its normal vice-grip.
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Ticktick stared down at the hand that was now being put through the pressure equvilant to a steamroller. He slowly slipped his hand around in a fluid motion, removing it from Iro's tight grip. He looked down at the hand in question and flexed it curiously. He rifled through the pants that were now off him and procured a small safety pin that was usually worked to help solve the loose issue of his clothing.

Instead, he jabbed the pin through his palm and pulled upwards, opening a small flap of skin. Nothing flowed out of the wound and he peeled back the flesh to reveal biomechanical bliss. Electricity sparked across the open patch as he used the pin to slowly pinch through the myriad of live circuitry. And then Ticktick looked up with a sort of amazed/impressed gaze.

"You actually crushed one of the metal supporters. No one's done that before." He pulled the flap closed and spat on it, watching as the flesh closed up seamlessly. He flexed again and listened as a satisfying crunch came from the area.

He looked up again at Ito with an expression of admiration in his eyes.

"If you can crush that, you're pretty strong. Or I either busted up my hand real good."
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"Oh. Well, screw your-"

...

-insert jawdrop-

Iro's mouth dropped open as the man's head sort of hunched over as he took in the sight of the robot boy thing open up his arm compartment and pull something out and mess around with a few doohickies inside.

"What are you?"

The man's words were rather rude.
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"Unit 0023. A clockwork doll. I am a living, but articificial being. I was one of the only robots to be given A.I. to a new degree. I can feel, touch, taste, hear, and see. If you think about it, I'm exactly like you... minus the fact that I don't have a heart. I have clockwork. I have a limited number of ticks and tocks. Once the clock clicks to the last second, I die." Ticktick said with a wry smile.

The safety pin was put away and the cybernetics went to work with much clacks and clinking inside his hand to repair the broken structure. In order to do this without dfficulty, Ticktick leaned against the wall of the alleyway, letting his hand dangle limply and the electronics to go to work.

"Does it freak you out? It usually does to other people. Especially when they look in my eyes and see inside my head."
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"Eh? Something like a those windup dolls? You know, gotta screw them in a few times to get them working like normal..."

Seems like the man was already staking out this curious 'clockwork doll' as a slab of fresh meat.

Yum.

"No, it doesn't freak me out. In fact, it's something new... and... exciting."

Stepping away from his sanctuary from the rain was something risky, but he couldn't bear the thought of losing this particular morsel of tasty flesh metal.

The shower of rain falling down matted his hair down into his eyes in a matter of seconds, and he shook his head to get the hair upright and out of the way of his sight. He ducked underneath the particular nook that stopped the invasive water from getting to Tick, so that they shared the same space.

Personal space invasion, much?
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Ticktick raised an eyebrow at Iro as he slunk over to his part of the shadows. He didn't move, however, due to the fact that he couldn/t. His healing rate had been at an all-time low in this place, so it was required of him to remain where he was, limp as can be. He could, however, make a sarcastic remark.

"Screw? As in copulate?" Ticktick chuckled to himself and brought his good arm up to wipe his own drenched mass of hair out of his fake eyes. "Figures. A day hasn't gone by in this wretched place when one or two of you humans hasn't said something related to sex." He said the word with no passion at all, as if it were just another technical name in the health book. He held an infinite amount of data and knowledge, but some subjects he held without any regard, this being one of him.

It didn't interest him, and he didn't know why it interested others. When he had asked Maria why people liked doing it so much when she had been fixing one of his memory chips, she paused before answering. "Because, if it's with a person they love, it feels really nice." Ticktick had frowned. That wasn't exactly the direct answer he was looking for, but he didn't question her any further.

Funny that his creator's didn't know they had made him capable of love. Funny that Ticktick didn't know what love meant, other than a dictionary definition.

The translucent eyes flicked over to Iro accompanied by a knowing half-smile.

"I'm not mechanical for nothing. Make a move on me, Iro, and I'll kick your scrawny arse."
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"Scrawny? You shouldn't be speaking, you little... ..."

Iro wasn't a very eloquent kind of guy- his indignant expression, though, made up for his lack of coherent insults.

"Well, we (is it us?) humans like our sex. It makes us happy. See, look."

The man demonstrated the 'pleasures of sex' on the boy, grabbing him in a sudden, but surprisingly gentle embrace- or was it more of ''Me. You. Bed. Now." grab? The world may never know.

Seasoned and dare I say experienced lips found their mark, pressing in slowly and stealing a chaste kiss.

<3~
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You wouldn't think something covered in metal could move so fast, lurched over and bolting forward, forearms bracing and pushing the ground behind it, fron legs catching the earth and kicking back, the black clawed toes gripping so well as they had for Latteners a malinia ago. It was much faster then a human could run the swift speed reaching 35 MPH(48 when unarmored). Vissory was upset, it had lost something, the large anry breed was possive over all its things, slim to nil they may be.

Turning and skidding across the wet pavement Vis'tal stumbled, its hulking body falling and rolling off to the ground for a fragment of a second, taking its bearing and rising again, running towards the smell it still recognized, its own mark on Ticktick weeks ago in that feild. Dashing once again towards the the smell, streets, people benchs, lamps, none where avoided, they moved or it went over.

By the time Vis'tal came close he was at a crawl, exhausted from the miles it had come, leering over a building top to see something it's race could only describe as 'defiling'. In an embrace with the face over another Latteners would mark the other with a circle with 7 lines through it, one for each primary law. Instantly it was filled with hatred and anguish, as to what they had done, as it hadn't done for many days, it didn't think.

With a contorted roar it leapt from the roof top, landing at the mouth of the allyway, the shimmering blade draw and humming, its beady eyes focused on the two with as much focus as it could give, a deep growl coming from within as it stared them down, the rumble of thunder backing Vissory.

"Thicktick..."
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Ticktick blinked in surprise as he was brought into an embrace. And for a split second as he was kissed, he knew why people were so anxious to have sex. It felt good, even to a clockwork boy. So he willingly opened his mouth and let his synthetic tongue do the rest. Until a particularly angry alien from space came gunneling down the alleyway. Still caught in the gentle hug, he rested his head on Iro's shoulder and looked at Vissory with a curious stare.

"Hi Vissy. What's wrong?"

Ticktick's arms slipped around Iro's waist and held him closely, smiling almost dreamily and heaving a content sigh. The other's body heat made him feel much more at home and safer, and allowed him to seem more, well.. human.

ooc/ zOmg. Crap post. Excuse me.
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I expected him to taste like metal or copper, but he actually tastes sort of... different. Not sure what it is, but it tastes nice.

Iro broke the snog as something entered the alleyway- loudly and leaving a trail of semi-destruction in its waste.

Way to be subtle...

Almost stepping away from Ticktick, the man was surprised to find that the robot doll thing had caught him in a rather friendly and affectionate hug. However, Irooto was not one to complain about such things, and shuffled his arms a bit, sort of hold the porcelain-like doll closer to him- the thing boy was actually oddly comforting to hold.

The man arched his neck over his right shoulder easily, eyeing the- what were those things called again? ...Did it even come from this world? He glared daggers at the robot thing, as if to reprimand it for walking- er, stomping- its way into 'private matters.'

Normal people would have gotten panicky.

Cliched emotionless people would have arched an eyebrow and gone back to snogging Ticktick.

Iro, however, was not your 'average guy'.

"Can't you see we need some privacy here, y'big oaf?"

His voice was laced with a hidden killer intent, but that was layered with a simple veneer of irritated displeasure.

Not very smart, to insult some giant gorilla-like robot.

Was it?
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