12-06-2013, 01:43 PM
It was only moments later when another message popped up under hers. Aria rolled her eyes at the action written down in the body of the test. Kids! It didn't help that the answer wasn't helpful at all. Not even in the slightest. Illegal, well duh! Why else would she be posting there.
Aria had to temper her anger. It wouldn't be good to shoot down the responder with out explaining further. She got up and walked around her apartment, pacing and thinking. She couldn't do this herself, she had to find someone to do the programming and the connecting. Her idea but she didn't have the talent to do it herself. Maybe if she'd not been locked away in the basement of the Vatican for her entire life. No she wasn't bitter much. And time only made the taste in her mouth worse. Her life then and now were so much different, yet she still felt locked in a cage like some freak show candidate.
Her anger seethed and Aria had to sit down on the floor of her kitchen and let the cool tiles infiltrate the heat of her rage. It barely worked but with the coolness on her back side and the flame in her thoughts, she was soon in control of her emotions. It was hard living in a world where everything felt.
Aria pulled out her wallet and start typing her reply. Hopefully much cooler than her original thoughts had been.
And the familiar message spun back at her as she waited for another reply.
Aria had to temper her anger. It wouldn't be good to shoot down the responder with out explaining further. She got up and walked around her apartment, pacing and thinking. She couldn't do this herself, she had to find someone to do the programming and the connecting. Her idea but she didn't have the talent to do it herself. Maybe if she'd not been locked away in the basement of the Vatican for her entire life. No she wasn't bitter much. And time only made the taste in her mouth worse. Her life then and now were so much different, yet she still felt locked in a cage like some freak show candidate.
Her anger seethed and Aria had to sit down on the floor of her kitchen and let the cool tiles infiltrate the heat of her rage. It barely worked but with the coolness on her back side and the flame in her thoughts, she was soon in control of her emotions. It was hard living in a world where everything felt.
Aria pulled out her wallet and start typing her reply. Hopefully much cooler than her original thoughts had been.
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If it were legal I wouldn't be asking the lot of you now would I?
I'd have hired some software engineer who could do it for double the price and still mess it up.
I'm looking for someone with an open mind, someone who can keep secrets and someone who is up to the challenge I will present them.
And the familiar message spun back at her as she waited for another reply.