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[hackmesilly.livejournal.com]

[Not looking up from computer] Yeah?

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[blackandbluemix.livejournal.com]

Move over, kid. You 'nd your computer don't need two seats. 'Specially considering you're computer didn't pay for a subway ticket, I'm guessing.

[hackmesilly.livejournal.com]

[He still doesn't look up, shifting his laptop bag into the empty seat as he taps away at the computer on his lap] Find another seat.

[blackandbluemix.livejournal.com]

((Calmly, she shoves the bag off the seat and sits down.)) Y'know, I'd rather not. Tough luck, you prick.

[hackmesilly.livejournal.com]

[Rolls his eyes and grabs the bag before it can fall to the ground, shoving it under his laptop.] Someone's a ball of sunshine today.

[blackandbluemix.livejournal.com]

((She snorts.)) Me? A ball of sunshine? You've got to be kidding.

-- But yeah, I guess you could say I'm considerably less sunshiney today than usual. Which is saying something.

What's your name, kid?

[hackmesilly.livejournal.com]

[Mutters under his breath as he taps away] Someone doesn't understand the concept of sarcasm.

[He pauses in his work to raise a brow over at her.] Kid?

[blackandbluemix.livejournal.com]

Yeah, kid. You haven't given me a name yet, have you? If you'd rather I call you something else, speak now or forever hold your peace.

[perfectforgery.livejournal.com]

[He's flipping through a wad of cash, getting out the proper amount and placing it down in front of him.] I need access to Morgan Stanley's HR in Berlin, if you would.

[hackmesilly.livejournal.com]

[He glances at the wad of cash before looking up at him with a raised brow.] Gonna need a bit more then that if you want Stanley's inside man, mate.

[perfectforgery.livejournal.com]

If I wanted Stanley's inside man, Elliot, I would do it myself. [He does put more money down though, as condescending as he may be.] I need access to the system, particularly the ability to change an employment record to my own needs.

Unless of course you can't, then I'll gladly take my money elsewhere.

[hackmesilly.livejournal.com]

[He smirks a bit as he grabs the money and hides it away.] Well why didn't you just say so. [Turning back to his computer he finished a few key strokes before turning the screen towards Eames, showing an empty personnel file ready to be filled with whatever he needed.] Easy as cake.

Anything else?

[perfectforgery.livejournal.com]

[Someone with more trust or less experience might give Elliot the file that needs to be added, but now him. He memorized it earlier, ready to add it in himself. He motions for Elliot to push the laptop over as he sits down.]

Only the few minutes this'll take, then you're free to return to what you do best.

[hackmesilly.livejournal.com]

[He rolls his eyes as he pushes the laptop closer to Eames, leaning back in his chair and twining his hands behind his head, grinning slightly.] Kick ass and take names?

[blackandbluemix.livejournal.com]

Move over, kid. You 'nd your computer don't need two seats. 'Specially considering you're computer didn't pay for a subway ticket, I'm guessing.

[hackmesilly.livejournal.com]

[He still doesn't look up, shifting his laptop bag into the empty seat as he taps away at the computer on his lap] Find another seat.

[blackandbluemix.livejournal.com]

((Calmly, she shoves the bag off the seat and sits down.)) Y'know, I'd rather not. Tough luck, you prick.

[hackmesilly.livejournal.com]

[Rolls his eyes and grabs the bag before it can fall to the ground, shoving it under his laptop.] Someone's a ball of sunshine today.

[blackandbluemix.livejournal.com]

((She snorts.)) Me? A ball of sunshine? You've got to be kidding.

-- But yeah, I guess you could say I'm considerably less sunshiney today than usual. Which is saying something.

What's your name, kid?

[hackmesilly.livejournal.com]

[Mutters under his breath as he taps away] Someone doesn't understand the concept of sarcasm.

[He pauses in his work to raise a brow over at her.] Kid?

[perfectforgery.livejournal.com]

[He's flipping through a wad of cash, getting out the proper amount and placing it down in front of him.] I need access to Morgan Stanley's HR in Berlin, if you would.

[hackmesilly.livejournal.com]

[He glances at the wad of cash before looking up at him with a raised brow.] Gonna need a bit more then that if you want Stanley's inside man, mate.

[perfectforgery.livejournal.com]

If I wanted Stanley's inside man, Elliot, I would do it myself. [He does put more money down though, as condescending as he may be.] I need access to the system, particularly the ability to change an employment record to my own needs.

Unless of course you can't, then I'll gladly take my money elsewhere.

[hackmesilly.livejournal.com]

[He smirks a bit as he grabs the money and hides it away.] Well why didn't you just say so. [Turning back to his computer he finished a few key strokes before turning the screen towards Eames, showing an empty personnel file ready to be filled with whatever he needed.] Easy as cake.

Anything else?

[perfectforgery.livejournal.com]

[Someone with more trust or less experience might give Elliot the file that needs to be added, but now him. He memorized it earlier, ready to add it in himself. He motions for Elliot to push the laptop over as he sits down.]

Only the few minutes this'll take, then you're free to return to what you do best.

[hackmesilly.livejournal.com]

[He rolls his eyes as he pushes the laptop closer to Eames, leaning back in his chair and twining his hands behind his head, grinning slightly.] Kick ass and take names?