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[Chrysothemis]

(See, I told you I was bad at titles...)

Profile(s):

Name: Benjamin Kyles
Age: 23
Nationality: English
Abilities: Ben is a very avid and talented computer user. Also, he has a small set of underdeveloped psychic abilities, which will be decided as the roleplay goes on.
Appearance

He looks a little young for his age, with shaggy brown hair that rarely sees a brush, and wide blue-green eyes, hidden behind wire rimmed glasses. He stands at 5'8" and is fairly thin, although he hides it under bulky hoodies and jeans.
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[paranoiapurple]

Excellent title,

Name: Stason Meyers
Age: 24
Nationality: 'Merican
Abilities: Stason is a bit of an acrobat. He can climb any surface he can get a grip on and is great at balancing on narrow surfaces.
Appearance:

Of average height, slender build but by no means skinny or lanky. He's got a scar on his stomach from a stupid fight he got in a few years back.
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[Chrysothemis]

Ben yawned and stretched his limbs out as he wandered the corridors of the large space station. It was late, and unfortunately for him, he couldn't sleep at all. So he decided to take a lap around the corridors and then go back to bed. He rubbed his eyes from beneath his glasses, the door in front of him sliding open to reveal the hangar bay. He always enjoyed looking at ships, essentially the newest one, a state-of-the-art cargo ship that had just been finished a few days ago.

He couldn't help but give a small grin as he looked up at the ship, admiring the smooth curves and polished hull. Ben had to admit, he would give anything to be on a ship like that...
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[paranoiapurple]

Stason's black invisisuit was uncomfortably tight as he snuck along the catwalk above the ships. He definitely didn't believe the manufacturer's claim of using "breathable fabric" and he'd be filing a claim of his own as soon as the job was done. Luckily, that was the only thing bothering him that night. It had been a smooth entry, and in theory it would be a smooth exit. All he had to do was get in the ship.

Ah, and there she was now, bright and gleaming in the station lights. Gorgeous. Stason hurried down a ladder, dropped from several feet up and landed nearly silently. He crouched and made his way around the cargo ship, searching for a door. Preferably something small and not too noticable--ah! A small hatch in the underside of the ship, probably for quick drop offs. The digital lock was easy enough and unlatched at the convincing of a handy little gadget Stason kept with him for just such purposes. Grinning to himself, he pulled the handle and the door swung open noiselessly--

CLANG!

Something fell out, crashed loudly to the ground. A tool--a wrench? Stason froze, listening as the sound echoed throughout the hangar. Oh hell no--he was not getting caught because some stupid mechanic had forgotten to clean up after himself. The thief threw himself on the ground, rolling away from the hatch so he wouldn't get stepped on if someone investigated, hitting a button around his wrist. An electric current crackled through the suit, turning it invisible. Or almost, Stason noticed with some distaste as his arms flickered from invisible to not and back again. Gawd, he should have gone for the name brand instead of this cheap knock-off. Oh well. He'd just have to hope any guards that showed up were lazy and unobservant. The suit let out a small crackle, then a pop like a log in a fire. Please, he thought, let the night guards be dumb as a freakin' rock...
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[Chrysothemis]

Ben was starting to get annoyed with himself. His mind was in that uncomfortable state of being sleepy, but not quite sleepy enough to actually sleep. He sighed, staring at the ship as if for answers, then began to pace around it. Oh, why did he have to stay up so late the night before with that game? Was it really worth screwing over his sleep schedule like that? ('Yes,' a definant voice in his head sounded, 'and I'll do it again as much as I damn well like!')

Just as he reached the back of the ship, he heard the clang, which was just enough to completely wake him. Without a thought, he ran towards the source, reaching the door. There wasn't supposed to be anyone around here, except the guards. Although, the guards on this stations were notorious for leaving their posts...

"Hey!" He called out, looking around through the dim light of the bay. Even with his glasses on, he couldn't see much. "Who's there?" He inched towards the ship door, where he thought he heard the noise from, then jumped as he saw a human figure flicker into existence right before his eyes. "I-I..."
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[paranoiapurple]

A cold jolt shot through Stason as the suit petered out, leaving him exposed on the ground. He recovered quickly, though, sitting up slightly and flashing a grin at the man who had discovered him. The guy didn't look too dangerous--a trained guard would have had a gun on him by now. So what was he, some civilian just wandering around? Guard's buddy out for a walk? Maybe he could weasel his way out of this. "Hey there," he said. "Come here often?"
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[Chrysothemis]

Ben jumped back as the man looked at him. His hands went straight to his pockets, although they were empty. the only thing Ben had bothered to bring with him was his wrist-mounted hard-drive, but that wouldn't help in a fight, would it?

"I-I..." He repeated, at a loss for words. His cheeks flushed as he took another step back, pretending to grope for something in his pocket, at least to look a little threatening. "W-Who are you? Not a guard, o-obviously. I know all of them." He stuttered through his words, wincing.
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[paranoiapurple]

Okay, so the dude wasn't a guard. Thank god. He didn't look like he was much of a threat, unless he had some kind of weapon in his pocket. The guy was so jumpy that he'd probably kill both of them if he got his hands on a gun. His mind working frantically for an excuse, Stason stood up, put his hands up in a "I mean you no harm" gesture.

"Okay, chill, you're right. I'm not a guard. I was--nevermind. It's not important what I was doing. Look, you show me the way out, and I'll leave," he said calmly, trying to get the guy to turn his back.
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[Chrysothemis]

Ben narrowed his eyes at the man. There was no way he was letting this guy out of his sight. He stood up straight, keeping his fidgeting to a minimum. "The exit's on the other side of the ship, right next to the green fighter jet." He nodded off to the side, still facing him. He was far too paranoid to even think of turning away from him, Ben had never been known for trusting random strangers, and this was far from an exception. "Right... I'll let the guards decide that."
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[paranoiapurple]

Fine. So he wasn't stupid. Stason's smile faltered and he dropped his hands to his sides. Still, he hadn't pulled out a gun or a knife or anything, so chances were he didn't have a weapon. If anything, he probably had a whistle. Might as well take a chance.

"I'd actually rather not involve the guards," Stason said, taking a step towards the open hatch. "But if you feel you can stop me, go right on ahead."
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[Chrysothemis]

Ben hesitated as he went towards the hatch, making sure that the other man was always facing his front. "Stop you from what?" He questioned, his curiosity getting the better of him. He raised his hand to push his glasses back up the bridge of his nose. "Who are you? You never answered me earlier."
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[paranoiapurple]

Stason grinned. "Catch me and find out!" With that, he hoisted himself up into the ship, tripping over another set of tools some idiot had left lying around and sending them clanging around the cargohold as he scrambled towards the front, cursing as a pair of pliers banged against his shin. The suit fabric may not have been breathable, but it was ridiculously thin. Thank god for that.
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[Chrysothemis]

"H-Hey!" Ben shouted as he began to run after him. He tripped over the tools as well, skidding forward and towards the man. "Stop!" He shouted uselessly, falling towards him. His hands flew forward blindly, trying to find something to keep himself from falling.
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[paranoiapurple]

Stason was regaining his balance when something much larger than a wrench crashed into him from behind. Crashing to the floor and banging his head in the process, he groaned, "Fine, you caught me--" then with a twist, grabbed the other's arms and pinned them behind his back. "--and now I've caught you!"

Oh, Stace, you are just too clever! he thought in delight as he staggered to his feet, dragging his captive up with him. "But, fair's fair. I guess I can answer your questions now."
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[Chrysothemis]

Ben fell onto him with a "oof", and barely even noticed when he was forced onto his back for a second. He looked up, glasses askewed, and gulped.

Wait... He was going to answer his questions? did Ben hear that right? "Eh?" He asked, still dazed from the fall. "I... I don't understand..."
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