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[Centrinity]

He waited a moment, making sure it wasn't only temporary relief, that it wasn't a full on attack. It wasn't. It usually wasn't, not unless he pushed himself physically, which he never felt like doing anyway. Give him a comfortable chair and computer any day.

Well, I'd coded before that. Hacked a bit, small things, like the school grade system - though I never changed anything. Always good with computers, not so much anything else. Major hacking schemes didn't start until a few months later. I was trying so hard to feel something, I searched for punishment. If I didn't do my homework, or something normal, my parents just... understood. So I went big. Tried to hack the pentagon. Ended up not getting caught like I wanted to, but it helped anyway. A distraction, just trying to figure out what everything I found meant, stepping into someone else's shoes by looking at their schedule, things like that. It helped, so I kept doing it. CIA found me, couple incidents in between then and now, and here I am.

He shrugged, not mentioning what those incidents were. He figured he'd done enough sharing horror stories today. Little details, his hacking history, those weren't terrible. Those just were. Sort of like remembering what he had for breakfast a few days ago, that kind of simple knowledge.

[Flame]

She listened. ”I always found Hacking boring… but then again I tend to like bungy jumping.” she said with a slight shrug. That was how she’d delt with losing her family. Going daredevil. If it was dangerous she’d probably done it. She’d stopped after she found out she was pregnant, and of course she hadn’t done it since his birth, but she occationally drove fast. That was about it. Well that and teaching covert opps.

”CIA found you after you hacked into the pentagon?” she gave him an odd look, slightly amused.

[Centrinity]

If I did that, I'd probably have an asthma attack big enough to kill me.

He replied, though he had no doubt in his mind he would probably die of fright before that ever happened. Not that he'd ever say that out loud. Like, ever. Then it was back to hacking as a topic and he grinned.

Well, seven and a half year later. I'd been hacking in weekly. And the FBI found me. Spent my eighteenth birthday in a holding cell. Then the CIA snatched me up. They didn't say anything, but I'm betting it was that, or jail for life, as my options.

The topic was shifting back to something happier, something more... well, "normal" wasn't the right word to use, not for most people, but for them... Yeah, yeah it probably was. After all, they taught at a spy school. Nothing was "normal" in the popular sense of the word.

[Flame]

She chuckled. ”It’s not for everyone.” she said truthfully, with a slight grin. She shrugged. And then chuckled at him again. ”Hm. I went to collage and JOINED the CIA before I came here. So I have no criminal record.” she said with a shrug, which was true. She didn’t. Even if a part of her thought she should have. But she didn’t press into that. ”Like I said Hacking bores me. I can do it, but not that well.”

[Centrinity]

Oh, I don't have a criminal record. They cleared it before I did it myself.

He replied with a cheeky grin, moving away from the pool again and back out into the halls. It was probably nearing time to get to class, though he wasn't sure. He didn't have a watch. It was always better safe rather than sorry, so heading(slowly) towards his class was probably a good idea.

But, if you don't like hacking, it's hard to be good at it. In essence, it's writing a program, so you can learn through coding in general, but... that doesn't make it easy, or fun, for people who don't like that kind of thing. Makes for less serious projects, so it can make it funner, yes, but nothing past that.

He shrugged a bit, knowing full well that there was a difference between "fun" and "funner than before". So he was good with codes. He was bad with almost everything else. She was good with other stuff, and not as good with codes. It was a trade off everyone made. No one could be good at everything.

[Flame]

She rolled her eyes. ”Show off.” she said with a grin, as she followed him out the door. She was used to people chattering at her. It seemed that everyone had something to say so she let hit be. ”I think it’s because my big brother William Hood decided he was going to be a hacker and while I love him to death, he tried to teach me, and made it so boaring that I just don’t get it any more.” she said simply. Will again. She was going to call him that night so she didn’t feel guilty. Of course he was actually working for the CIA.

She glanced outside. ”Hm. Looks like it’s gonna rain.” she said as it let loose. She laughed a little at that. ”Well I’m gonna have fun this afternoon. Not only do I get to take the kiddo’s out to learn about tracking, I get to get muddy as well.” Robin was going to love it, she always made sure her son was clean, and he wasn’t aloud to go a day with out a bath. So seeing MOMMY clean was going to be hilarious.

[Centrinity]

You could always stop by my class sometime. Could see it isn't all bad. They'll have a fun little assignment to get them started this week, actually, and we'll be looking at it on Monday. Should be... interesting, to say the least, to see the results.

He replied, glancing out the window as she mentioned the weather. Ah, rain. He had nothing against it, but it wasn't his favorite either. Usually came with thunderstorms, and while lightning fascinated him, the corresponding boom of thunder that followed each flash sent him running for a pair of headphones and blasting music half the time. Oh, yeah, he could hold it together if it thundered during class today, but he wouldn't like it. Reminded him of gunfire, and he hadn't liked that for quite a few years now.

I'll be staying nice, clean and dry in my classroom. But you have fun with that.

[Flame]

She shrugged. ”I probably will, I’ve got a great deal of free time right now, being that most of my students are juniors and seniors.” which was true as of yet. Hunter was doing well in her class… even with is oddness, which she was excusing. He could get the homework done with out thinking, he just needed real training.

She chuckled. ”Yes, but you see, I bet most of the boys in my class will probably enjoy that us ladies are going to be wet. Sadly so will they.” she said with a chuckle. ”We’ll get dry. At least I hope so.”

[Centrinity]

Monday, then. I'll be expecting you.

Now that she said she had lots of time, she wasn't going to be left with a choice in the matter. If she didn't show up, he'd find her and bother her about it. He was just that annoying, childish and determined. He smiled a bit. Yeah, that sounded about right. There would probably also be boys hoping the girls were in white shirts. Not all of them, but probably most of them. He chuckled a bit at that thought.

Yes, you will. At some point. May take a while.

He replied, finding his hands back in his hoodie pockets as they wandered down the hall. There were more students about, but that made sense. They would be running to dorms to get books, or getting to class early, or spending time out of the dining hall after eating before they ended up sitting down for most of the afternoon. Just like normal students. He had to remind himself still that they weren't normal at all, they couldn't be. They were here.

[Flame]

She rolled her eyes. ”Alright. I’ll be there.” she said softly, a slight smile on her face. She’d have time for now. But soon it would pick up, mainly because she was working with all years. Which was good In her opinion. She laughed again. ”I will. I’ll just come and pretend to be a wet dog on you.” She said with a smirk.

[Centrinity]

As long as it's in front of a nice, warm heater, I think I'll survive. Maybe.

He replied, joking, for the most part. However, the heater would be kind of a requirement. This place was a bit drafty, after all, and his immune system hated him. With a burning passion. But, then they reached the computer lab and he paused long enough to raise an eyebrow at the senior student who was sitting at his desk, and laptop coincidentally since he'd left it there. The kid didn't notice, but rather than get angry(there was seriously nothing of importance on that computer), Rory just leaned against the wooden door frame, arms crossed, watching curiously for a moment, smile twitching at the corners of his lips at the student's frustration. He couldn't help the short giggle of a laugh that spilled out a moment later. The girl practically jumped three feet in the air.

Having trouble, there, kid?

It took her a moment to piece it together, that he wasn't a student at all, and then she looked terrified for a moment, like she was going to get in trouble. Instead, Rory just moved closer, sliding his hands onto the keyboard and typing his password in at such a rapid pace she'd never catch it anyway. Then, he pulled back, motioning towards it with his chin.

Go ahead. There's nothing there. It's encrypted because it may as well be, not because it needs to be. In fact I'm pretty sure the strangest thing you'll find on there is a scanned in picture of me as a dorky fifth grader, sporting lovely, matching black eyes.

He shrugged, holding back a chuckle as she, bright red and thoroughly embarrassed, grabbed her things and sped out of the room, not daring to meet his eyes. He promptly claimed his chair back, flopping in and putting his feet up on the desk, noting he'd have to get a new pair of shoes soon. He was running out of space to doodle on them.