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Gilbert hated silence, hated it with a passion. It was part of the reason why he talked so much, always trying to keep the conversation flowing. Even when working, he was either talking to himself or there was music playing. There wasn’t real reason for him to hate the lack of constant sound, he just did. He chalked it up to being an odd personality quirk of his. Even with the oddity, he was forced to listen to stillness tonight. Well, not completely, for the wind rattled the trees as it whistled through them; perhaps heralding an oncoming storm that would be there by morning. The bark of the branches scratched together, irritating his nerves, but still he listened. There was a story here, he just had to find it.

Settling down beneath a tree, he pulled a blanket out of the pack he brought and wrapped himself in it, trying to fight off the chill of the wind every time it circled past him. His notepad set beside him, waiting to be picked up and a story to unfold between its pages. With a sigh, Gilbert looked around, silently apologizing to those that still roamed here. He meant no disrespect, but if one of them wanted their story known, he was there. Starting to think of the tales he could be shown or the multiple ways he they could show themselves, Gilbert had tuned out, preferring his own imagination at this point in time. It was active enough or present him with multiple ways it could go. Unfortunately it distracted him from the here and now.

"Yo, what are you doing out here this late at night? You do realize this place is closed at this time, right?"

Jumping where he set, a screech that Gilbert would deny later erupted from his throat as his eyes snapped open, he could only stare at the figure before him. A blob shape configured itself into a friendly looking man with blood hair was standing before him, looking like he just wanted to help the poor soul who had wandered in. Finally realizing there was a question to be answered; he only grinned and rooted through his bag. Pulling out his press ID, he showed it to the man.

"Been doing some research on this place and now the live interview, so to speak. I’m trying to figure out if the place is haunted or not. I don't intend to cause damage and I ain't bothering anyone. How about joining me for a bit, its too quite here for my taste."

Lifting the blanket up, he offered the man room under it to get comfortable; would be good to have company after all.

“Chilly night out, huh~? But its also a pretty one, da? Makes your mood go all the way up.”

Gilbert could only sigh as he heard the man’s cheery voice. It was his luck that someone would find him on a night he wanted to be alone and think. But it couldn’t be helped and that he knew; he could only try to get the man to leave him alone so he could figure out a plan. Moving his body around and grabbing one last look at the river below, he slowly leaned against the railing and fisted his hands in his pockets. He wasn’t in the mood for company, and he didn’t feel like being nice either. Why give this man more reason to stick around and bother his thoughts. Heterochromatic eyes looked over the man before him and well, under better circumstances, he might have found the man attractive. This moment though, he could care less.

About to roll his eyes at the comment, he had to stop when the man giggled… yes that was right, the man giggled at his own comment for some reason. For the life of him, Gilbert couldn’t imagine why it was funny to him. Though he could almost laugh at the way the man’s scarf half covered his face, a pair of violet eyes staring at him. A small part of him felt a bit of relief, there was someone else in this cruel world that had an abnormal eye color like he did. It could almost give them a bond, something in common they could stick by each other with; but Gilbert wasn’t a fool. This man had just stopped out of concern he would make a hasty decision and jump into the cold waters below. He didn’t have to be a mind reader to know this; it was what anyone would have thought if the case was reversed.

"Don't you think so? Stranger?"

What else could Gilbert do but shrug. Really, he didn’t care about the weather, he couldn’t. Most he could do was learn to like layering up as he cut back bills and that included the heat. With a sigh, he pulled a packet out of his pocket and lit a stick that was sticking out. He knew it wasn’t good to smoke, and he didn’t do it a lot, but right now, he could use the old comfort it had been known to provide.

“I don’t mind the cold, who can when you live here. Though what makes a stranger like you stop to talk to the likes of me? I’m in no danger of jumping, just contemplating options in a rough path. You best get home to your warm flat before that nose of yours falls off. I’ll not take the blame for that.”

So that was a little ruder than planned, but he didn’t want to take the time to be nice right now. He had to get to his apartment himself and start layering up. He didn’t want any of his own bits to fall off , or a cold to decide that he would be a decent host.

It was never a good thing when Gilbert was bored, he tended to get himself into trouble, and usually is trouble involved things he shouldn't have been into in the first place. This time, however, was no different. Taking the theatrical approach, gilbert had the lights down low with only one light on near him to see. His fingers flew across the keys, a familiar song with a ratta-tat-tat sounded through the air; the only real sound to be heard except for his steady breathing. Heterochromatic eyes watched as numbers flew across the screen, reflected by his reading glasses.

No one knew of this skill of his, no one did. He had always been pretty good with technology, excelling in all his computer classes to the point where the teachers just let him do what he wanted to. He was no genius, he knew that. Gilbert could only contribute it to how he dodged the rules and found loopholes in real life to how he could find backdoors in computer programming. There was always a backdoor, one that the programmers used to access the system in case the program itself locked up.

As eyes scanned the screen and numbers flew, he spotted it, the way in. Into what he wasn't sure of, but he wanted to find out. Fingers flying faster over the keys, they slowly stopped. Eyes were narrowed at what he was looking at. As a realization came to him, he started panicking. It was a government files. What it was talking about was lost in him; he wasn't even trying to understand it. The only thing he recognized was the insignia for the MI6. Slowly looking towards the corner of his screen, he saw something he feared. Someone was trying to track him! Page after page, closed on his computer as he tried to clear his tracks, hide how he got in and keep himself from being discovered. Finally, a sigh emerged from his lips as he shut his computer screen. Disconnected from the internet and the power off, he was relieved. He should have just made it to avoid detection. No way would he have ever went into the government files on purpose, not that he couldn’t have without being detected, but he wasn't prepared that round to go against it. There had been no safe guards I place, no routings or proxies to hide where he was, who he was. But he should be safe.

Getting up, Gilbert decided he needed to get out of the house and get a breath, he needed to calm down from the panic he had suffered. Grabbing a coffee mug instead of the beer he really wanted, he headed out.

A short time later, he could feel the breeze on his face and it was amazing. The feeling of having just escaped a room whose walls closed in on the unsuspecting victim was very real to Gilbert. He was going to enjoy this free and open air with no confinements around him, and was going to be at it most the day if he had his way. A relieved chuckle made its way from his throat as arms crosses over his face, hiding his eyes from the blinding light. It was good to be free.

Standing on the bridge Grosvoner, he could only imagine what it would be like to jump into the river below. Not that he was planning to, but out of curiosity. How would it be to have the wind russing past you as you fell, the feeling of gravity pulling you down before you met the water? Would the sound of a body be loud or would it only be a small, insignificant splash? Would no one hear the potential ending to that tale, or would it be one that ended with the person who dared fate and nature to tale what they could, walk away with only soggy clothes to show for his adventure? Whoever this person might be, he was either far braver or stupider than Gilbert knew himself to be. Perhaps it was a combination of the two. Perhaps it would be desperation that drove someone to find how sturdy the human body really was when gravity slammed them against the water with all of its unyielding force. Whatever the case, it wasn't him, it wasn't Gilbert. Gilbert wasn't that experimental, that desperate for answers that he would actually risk his own life or others to find out.

Sighing, he leaned against the railing, his hands flexing around the metal bar as his arms stiffened to keep him upright. He was running into a bit of a money problem and there weren't many options out. His job was going slow, and how many jobs could he get as a hacker? It seemed he needed to bite the preverbal bullet and find another part time job. But what skills did he have that someone would pay for? He could write and hack and... well, he was always good at getting himself into trouble. Though, one odd skill he had was cleaning. With a shrug, he could only sigh. It seemed like he would have to hire himself out as a maid in order to get the money he needed.

*gotten bored, started playing on his cellphone*

What exactly vas the crime? And I think it vas Vash, he's the one causing all the commotion lately.

*looks to Ludwig before other places* So someone was supposed to die and no one did? Lame ass criminals. So what we doing now? Figuring what out exactly?