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Beam me up and don't look down
Yana flashed her student ID to the guard at the campus gate, back pack in tow. "Bye officer!" The guard looked up, saw the pass, and waved her in as she walked through the gates and onto UCLA. The guard never would have guessed that she was about to something that wasn't quite... legal.
Yana, former student of UCLA, was about to take advantage of one of the perks that UCLA students had free access to: computer help. She passed by trees and court yards as she headed to the Computer and Technology building where the IT department resided. Okay, was it so wrong to use a feature after she had technically withdrawn from the school? Well... yes, in a sense. To be fair though, she'd attended this place for two years and had never, not once, used any of the services. She'd paid for it through tuition, but never had the chance to use it.
It was like paying for a membership you didn't use!
Yana didn't feel good about lying, but her computer was in desperate need of repair. The computer repair people downtown hadn't been able to fix it, but she knew one geek that could probably fix it. Maxwell the Third, geek and developer extraordinaire, had always bragged in her business classes that he could fix anything. She was hoping that he was at the desk when she got there. He might rag on her for it being completely and utterly dead, but hey, at least it would get fixed and he wouldn't say a word.
Imagine her surprise when she walked into the IT room and didn't see Maxwell at the desk, but a dark haired man. His hair was an almost blue black and she shifted the backpack on her shoulder as she approached the desk. Uh oh... this could prove a problem. Since when did Maxwell ever leave his IT post? Unknown to Yana, Maxwell had given up the IT desk for something better a long, long time ago. All Yana could see now was a handsome man who may or may not give her trouble. Yana put on her best smile as she approached after a small bit of hesitation. "Hello, are you the one who fixes laptops?"
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Post by VENEDICT CHAPLIN on Jan 5, 2013 16:14:59 GMT -8
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Perhaps it was time for him to find a new job. But working at one of those computer stores did not seem very much better. He could just imagine people walking up to him with question easily answered with a quick Google search. He sighed. Why were people so ignorant with technology in this day and age?
Venedict looked down at his computer screen. The computer he was currently working on was owned by the school and was dubbed his work computer. The last person to have worked here was extremely proud of the thing. Apparently he had worked on the machine himself. Venedict had just smiled and nodded his head at the introduction. The computer was certainly no match for the machines he ran at home. At least it had games on it like Chess. It was enough to pass the time Venedict supposed.
Venedict did not raise his head when the girl walked in. Honestly he did not care too much. He lacked sleep after he stayed up most of the night tracking shipments of explosives and was not in the mood to deal with over privileged students that grew up with everything they could ever want.
It was not until the girl spoke that he actually looked up. The Russian accent had surprised him. It was faint but he could still hear it in her words. The blonde was pretty. She looked young but Venedict had never had many qualms about age. Not that it mattered in this situation. Flirting with students was banned if he wanted to keep his cover.
Venedict plastered on a smile to hide his fatigue before speaking. ”Yes, I am the one that fixes computers. How can I help you?”
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Post by Deleted on Jan 7, 2013 14:46:54 GMT -8
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Beam me up and don't look down
The blond couldn't help but admire the dark haired man in front of her. He was handsome - not exactly something she was expecting at ten in the morning. Maybe he was just sitting in for Maxwell? Yana rubbed her hands lightly over her shorts as she approached the desk. The accent was unmistakable and Yana practically lit up as she eyed him.
Russian? It had been so long since she'd heard any of it. The small smile on her mouth grew into something more genuine as she felt her confidence underneath her feet. It was easier to be yourself when you found common ground with another person, even if it was minimal. "I'm in need of a specialist, I'm afraid. My laptop was stolen," she began as she pulled out a simple blue Dell laptop and set it on the table in front of him. "It's got a lot of trojan... somethings on it, according to the company downtown I went to. They worked on it for two days but every time they tried to wipe the hardware and reset it, the machine denied the wipe."
Yana set her backpack on the ground in front of his table. "It's pretty much locked in on itself and the downtown store actually got a virus from my computer that sort of... hurt their network." She winced at the thought and remembered the boss coming out, livid, as all the monitors in the store switched to 'You've been hacked!' and a dancing monkey on the screen. She couldn't run out of the store fast enough. "They found the laptop in a pawn shop that catered mostly to electronics, if that means anything. Since the downtown office wasn't much help, I was going to bring it to Maxwell, but I'm hoping you can help me? If you like a challenge at least." She gently folded her hands in front of her as she looked at the laptop and then back at Venedict almost expectantly. Would he turn her away, send her to someone else, or try to fix it? As long as he doesn't ask for my student ID or search it... we'll be fine.
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Post by VENEDICT CHAPLIN on Jan 9, 2013 11:06:08 GMT -8
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Venedict slid the laptop towards him and booted up the machine. ”Where it was found does not help me much. I do enjoy challenges but need to look at the code in order to see what is going on with your computer,” Venedict explained as the computer loaded. Venedict was expecting a few simple Trojans that could easily be fixed by installing Malwarebytes. What he was not expecting was that once the computer was completely loaded, the laptop monitor would darkened and a monkey dancing monkey appeared on screen.
Venedict turned to look at the girl. ”You’re kidding,” he deadpanned. Whoever did this was either a middle school student or had the maturity of one. Was this honestly was bested a computer store? Despite his low expectations he had expected more from the store. The amateurs were worse than he expected.
”Well I can tell you now that I am probably going to have to wipe your hard drive.” Venedict pulled out his own laptop as he spoke. It was a beautiful laptop and one he built himself just like his own super computer back home. He placed his own black computer next to the blue dell and connected the two using an Ethernet cable. “Do you have anything important on this? Also, before we continue, I am going to need your name and student identification number. ”
It was honestly a hassle for Venedict to have to log the students that came and went but it was protocol. He could have not and easily faked the information but that too would require work; work that involved hacking security cameras and the falsifying information when he had more important things to be doing for Libertine and the Russian mob. So the dark haired man chose the lesser of two evils and kept the logs orderly. Venedict looked at the girl expectantly. ”Well?”
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Beam me up and don't look down
The blonde russian had no idea that she had just brought her computer to a master hacker. Not only a master hacker, but a man who was overly familiar with how to do back ground checks, find people, and hack mainframes... along with working for the mob. It was amazing how people such as that could be ordinary... Or at least make people THINK they were ordinary.
Yana leaned against the counter in front of him as he pulled out his laptop and started typing, hooking up her computer to it. When the green dancing monkey came on the screen he deadpanned and Yana couldn't help but laugh. "Unfortunately, yes, that's what's been done." Venedict explained that he was going to have to wipe her hard drive -- that thing that held everything -- and asked if she had anything important. "No, this was more of a recipe work laptop. I have the originals saved on my desktop back home."
Do you have your student identification number? Whoops. Yana didn't even glance at Venedict because she knew if she did, he'd automatically know. Instead she looked at her laptop and the dancing monkey, trying to buy time and stall. It didn't appear that Maxwell was going to be here, so she'd have to figure something else out. She had an idea, but she wasn't sure how well it would work. With a cluck of her tongue, Yana switched to Russian so their conversation could be private. "See, this is where it becomes... problematic." Yana glanced towards Venedict as she pulled out her expired ID and held it up so he could see it - but not take it. "I was a student here last year, but I never used this place. The man before you, Maxwell, owes me favors, so I was going to bring it to him to fix it. Since he's no longer here..."
Not even a name plate. Stupid nerd leaving her hanging once again. Be calm.. Yana pocketed the ID again. "Seeing as you aren't Maxwell, let me propose something else. I'll pay you under the table whatever you want within reasonable asking price, and owe you a favor. Whatever favor you wish it to be, I'll fulfill it to the best of my ability. This is no ordinary problem." She motioned to the laptop. "I came here expecting to find the best. Since Maxwell is no more, I'm assuming that you've now filled that role of being the best in this station." Okay, so compliments couldn't be helped. It wasn't out right flattery, but it never hurt to smooth feathers over. "But, if you aren't up to the challenge of fixing it, I'll understand." Of course adding a healthy dose of dare on top of that flattery didn't hurt either. Yana had had some experience with men, especially at the work place. Challenge them and they'd go above and beyond. She only hoped that it would work with Venedict as well.
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April 16th
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Because seriously, you know that you can't say no to a pretty russian girl ;D
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Post by VENEDICT CHAPLIN on Jan 16, 2013 9:13:15 GMT -8
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Venedict waited while the girl fidgeted and avoided eye contact with him. She was clearly hiding something and it had to do with her identification. Venedict had expected the girl to have forgotten her identification or to have lost it. But to no longer be a student and sneaking onto campus to have her computer fixed? Well, that was a new one. Venedict humored the girl and switched to Russian. It had been some time since he could fully speak with his native tongue. Americans – they really should educate themselves and realize that the world does not only speak English.
Venedict glanced at the card the blonde held up in front of him and noted that it was indeed expired. ”So you’re telling me that you’re no longer a student here.” It was more of a statement than a question. Venedict had no obligation to help anyone that he was not forced to help, this girl included. Of course, there was a severe lack of entertainment during the long hours of his day job. Perhaps this girl could provide him some entertainment. He was not going to blackmail the girl into sleeping with him or anything. Of course not; he considered himself above such petty tricks when there were plenty of willing partners available. But at the very least he could take pleasure in watching the girl squirm at the threat of getting in trouble.
”No, I’m not Maxwell. If anything, I’m much better.” Now that he no longer needed to be polite since she was a student, Venedict was free to let himself be the arrogant ass that he usually was without worrying about losing this job and his cover. ”But I’m not sure I can do that for you. You know there is protocol to be followed and since you’re not a student here I should probably report you.”
Venedict smirked at the girl’s attempt at trying to challenge him. ”I do love a challenge but how will I know you will keep your end of the bargain if I fix your computer?” Of course she would keep her end of the bargain. People that did not keep their promises to him deserved to die and often did. “And I wouldn’t want money but I would take that favor, Yana Jones. If you’re wondering how I know your name, it was on your expired identification card.”
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So you're telling me that you're no longer a student here. Yana merely nodded her head in agreement. No point in lying now was there? All she had to do was keep her cool. Yes, keep her cool... "That is correct, yes." Yana smiled a bit when Venedict proudly said that he was better than Maxwell. Max was a genius in his own right, but he wasn't nearly as good as a professional. Self taught can only go so far, after all.
Yana leaned against the counter as she watched Venedict while trying to gauge his reaction and how he would take all of this. She didn't want to get into trouble, but what was the worst the school could do - bar her from coming back? She had paid her dues. She wanted some use out of this! Of course, if he didn't take the bait, well... she would have to figure something else out. Still, he had already pulled out his laptop. Perhaps he would? Perhaps he wouldn't.
The blonde woman straightened as he spoke. "I suppose that you'll just have to trust me." Her heart skipped a beat. Would he really refuse?? She was generally good at pegging people on what they would or wouldn't do. Yana had a feeling that batting her eyes at him wouldn't work either. "If you want, I'll leave the laptop with you as collateral. That way you have something of value I want until you get payment for services rendered."
A look of confusion passed through her face as he said he didn't want money, but a favor. Curiously Yana looked at Venedict now. What favor could he possibly want? If he was smart enough to work on a computer that a computer store had failed at, his homework wouldn't be a problem (if he did any). So... what could he want? "What sort of favor are you looking for?"
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April 16th
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Post by VENEDICT CHAPLIN on Feb 1, 2013 12:48:25 GMT -8
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He almost laughed when the girl said that he was going to have to trust her. There was very little need for trust in his line of business. Arguably he could trust the other members of Libertine but that was built off of years of respect. All others below him could not and should not be trusted. And why would he need trust someone like her when he had access to the university’s files? He would not even have to search government databases if he needed to find her. All he needed to do was input her name into the school system and he would have her address, social security number, grades; whatever information the school had on a student, he would also have access to. Venedict did not need to trust her; all he needed was control and a guarantee that he had the upper hand. And honestly, what else was there to it?
When Yana offered to leave her laptop as collateral, he almost really did laugh. At most, Venedict let himself smile. Was this girl that desperate to get it fixed? Her laptop compared to his own laptop was a child’s toy but the Russian man supposed that the computer might be worth something to normal society. But what the girl said was true. He could hold the computer until she returned with what he wanted. He wanted that favor though; holding a computer for an extended period of time while waiting for a use for his favor did not seem very plausible.
Venedict looked at the girl and smirked. ”What kind of favor? Just, a favor,” Venedict said a bit lightheartedly. He was being ambiguous but there was a reason for that. He was unsure who Yana was and what she could possibly do for him but having someone owe you favors was always advantageous. He would never limit himself to specific favors unless necessary. ”I will fix your computer, but in return you must agree to do me one favor. If I call and ask for that favor, you must do it. No complaints, no excuses, nothing. I will take your computer as collateral until you do what I ask. Do we have an agreement?”
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Yana was perfectly oblivious to the fact that the man in front of her was a top secret, russian mobster. She found it unusual that there was a Russian here of all places (and not someplace like the math or engineering area), but Yana didn't question it. This was LA for goodness sake's, there had to be Russians... somewhere, right? Her mother the lawyer complained about them enough, at least.
Yana crossed her arms on top of the counter and gently leaned against it as she looked down on Venedict and watched. Obviously he was doing something, because he hadn't handed her the computer back. He was taking her offer seriously... or as seriously as the smug look on his face could say. He must have figured that he had something to lord over her now.
That's when he told her that he wanted to know what sort of favor she'd give him. A soft sigh left her lips. Yana had a feeling that she knew exactly what he was thinking, at least at first. Her first year of college had been an absolute nightmare. For most of her life, she'd been enrolled in all female schools. Then her freshman semester... she'd figured out just what exactly boys were. And what 99% of them had on their minds.
But Venedict had a very light smile on his lips, one that spoke volumes, like those boys' had... she just wish she knew the reason behind it.
Her eyes were a little worried, but she didn't say anything at first. "This favor... I have a few stipulations." She stayed in the Russian tongue as she looked over the computers and then towards Venedict. The way he phrased that though... he said it like he had all the power. How much power could a man behind the IT desk have? "Any sexual favor you ask for will be turned down without a second thought, along with drug possession or killing someone. Just.... just throwing that out there." Her last sentence quieted. It must have sounded so ridiculous, but she wanted to keep her bases covered! She didn't need a phone call in the middle of the night saying hey come over, I'm dropping my pants and I want you as it's audience. Or a 'here, hold this for me' problem.
"Other than that, then yes... but I also want to know your name. I can't enter an agreement with a mysterious man I don't know. That's how fairy tales are born."
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April 16th
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Post by VENEDICT CHAPLIN on Feb 9, 2013 18:40:29 GMT -8
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Or perhaps not… ”Stipulations?” Venedict repeated. He paused what he was doing on his laptop and turned his attention back to the girl. He was entertained. He could do with stipulations. Even with stipulations, there were always loopholes and other jobs he could have her do. But the fact that the girl had even needed to arrange for stipulations was a surprise. What kind of person did he see him as anyway? He may be a mobster but he was a member of Libertine. There was no way she could tell that he was associated with the Russian Mafia; if he was that easily caught he would be long dead.
”No sexual, drug, or murder related favors, hmm?” The Russian man considered her terms. The drugs might have been a possibility had he actually been in the drug business which he was not. Let the lower ranking lackeys do such work, he had more important matters to attend to. Murder was his line of work of which he did not require her help for either. As for the sexual one, he could do without that as well. He did not need to bribe or blackmail a person into bed. They came to him of their own free will. If he wanted them in bed, he would get them eventually. Opting out of murder and drugs made sense but sex? Was she a virgin or something?
”I don’t do drugs and I doubt you’d be able to murder anyone anyway. It’s too bad about the sex though. It could have been fun,” Venedict said absentmindedly as he went back to typing on his keyboard. ”Well, if that’s it for your stipulations then I agree to those terms. And my name is Venedict, meelaya*. It is a pleasure.”
Venedict typed hit a few more keys on his keyboard then stopped. After a moment he unplugged the two laptops and turned the blue laptop towards its original owner. ”I was able to fix it without erasing your files. The virus made it look like you were formatting your computer while it infected other systems which is why the computer store was unable to completely destroy it. But you should be able to use your laptop without problems now. Now is there anything else you need?” Venedict asked with a smirk. He was good and he knew it.
*Russian terms ftw, yo~
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Post by Deleted on Feb 11, 2013 21:00:20 GMT -8
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Beam me up and don't look down
Yana watched as the young Russian man in front of her paused. Yes, she did have stipulations. Something had told her to say it, but he seemed surprised by it. Perhaps he meant do his homework? He looked too old to be a college student... too mature. Maybe he was a grad student. Or maybe he just worked here. She didn't know, but she didn't enter bets lightly. Ever since she'd become a baker, she'd learned that if you did a contract, you better outline what you meant and what you wanted out of the terms.
Yana pulled out a small fox wallet from her back pocket and pulled out a business card. "In case you need to reach me." Not that he didn't already know that, seeing as he'd pulled up her old school records... apparently. She wasn't sure what magic happened behind that desk. The card had her name and work address, along with cell phone and email address.
She did, however, visibly light up when he handed her the laptop. Yana pushed some of the blond hair from her face as she keyed in a couple of words and different screens to the internet popped up. "Oh it works even better than before, thank you! Thank you so much!" Yana was easy to please, obviously, because a healthy dose of color dusted across her face. She was so happy with her 'new' laptop that she almost didn't hear his last little comment. As for the sex, it could have been fun... Her face flushed three different colors of red as she folded her laptop and put it back in her bag.
"I uh, hm. I have to go! Thank you again, I hope you have a wonderful day! I appreciate it a lot." She pulled her back pack up and over her shoulder once she had zipped it shut. With a small wave she headed out the door and made her way back across campus to her car.
TAGGED: VENE
April 16th
NOTES: Heyyyyyyy~ ;D
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Post by DESTINY on Feb 17, 2013 0:32:06 GMT -8
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