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thecapitol2014-07-21 06:39 pm
thefallout) wrote in thecapitol2014-07-21 06:39 pm
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Who| Sherlock and Ahiga (AKA The Hacker)
What| Ahiga helicoptering nervously over Sherlock's first hacking adventures.
Where| In the cabin deep in the woods.
When| After Sherlock's post to the network
Warnings/Notes| None atm
Ahiga knew he was hovering around Sherlock.
He had tried to make himself stop, several times. In his head, he knew Sherlock was smarter (way smarter than him, and he wasn't anything to poke fun at) and knew the risks of all this.
But he still couldn't let that little gallop of panic rest, that someone else was using his equipment, that some how, in some unforeseen way, if he wasn't in eye sight of his new friend, the whole world would accidentally self destruct.
Ahiga had possibly been alone up here too long.
And damn, the company was nice. Even if Sherlock could be challenging company. It was better than nothing. Actually, way better than nothing. He found he enjoyed the other man's company quite a lot.
This old cabin stuffed with supplies had clearly not been built on a budget, either, and they had plenty of room. Originally this place had to have been some rich survivalists hunting cabin, or something. Somewhere in the Dark Days it had becomes more, stock piled with weapons, and different technology stretching over years of history.
And then forgotten. If the Capitol even knew about it, which he doubted, they must have written it off as too obsolete to matter. For Ahiga, who had had to piece together bits and pieces while working the power stations in District 5 from similar ancient tech, it was like a freakin' field day in here.
And Sherlock only made things better.
Which still didn't stop him from walking past roughly every 30 seconds to be sure nothing was going wrong.
What| Ahiga helicoptering nervously over Sherlock's first hacking adventures.
Where| In the cabin deep in the woods.
When| After Sherlock's post to the network
Warnings/Notes| None atm
Ahiga knew he was hovering around Sherlock.
He had tried to make himself stop, several times. In his head, he knew Sherlock was smarter (way smarter than him, and he wasn't anything to poke fun at) and knew the risks of all this.
But he still couldn't let that little gallop of panic rest, that someone else was using his equipment, that some how, in some unforeseen way, if he wasn't in eye sight of his new friend, the whole world would accidentally self destruct.
Ahiga had possibly been alone up here too long.
And damn, the company was nice. Even if Sherlock could be challenging company. It was better than nothing. Actually, way better than nothing. He found he enjoyed the other man's company quite a lot.
This old cabin stuffed with supplies had clearly not been built on a budget, either, and they had plenty of room. Originally this place had to have been some rich survivalists hunting cabin, or something. Somewhere in the Dark Days it had becomes more, stock piled with weapons, and different technology stretching over years of history.
And then forgotten. If the Capitol even knew about it, which he doubted, they must have written it off as too obsolete to matter. For Ahiga, who had had to piece together bits and pieces while working the power stations in District 5 from similar ancient tech, it was like a freakin' field day in here.
And Sherlock only made things better.
Which still didn't stop him from walking past roughly every 30 seconds to be sure nothing was going wrong.