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Darlene Alderson -- Mr. Robot

[personal profile] rootaccess 2017-01-06 01:12 am (UTC)(link)
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[personal profile] rootaccess 2017-01-14 04:50 am (UTC)(link)
Without even thinking to knock, Darlene barged through the front door of Elliot's apartment with both of her arms full and her hip holding open the door. No matter how many times her brother might have changed the locks on the door, she always found a way to get inside. The locked door was a hackers favorite puzzle, after all, and Darlene prided herself on just how skilled she was when it came to picking locks.

Or when it came to really anything. She was always more than happy to boast about the things that she excelled in at any given moment

"You know there's a new bakery a few blocks down? Like right across from the subway." She spoke out loud, her voice echoing through the small apartment as she set a large bottle -- what should have been comically large, but knowing Darlene it was a 100% serious purchase -- of wine down on the kitchen countertop only a few short steps away from the front entrance. "It's got all these fancy fucking cakes and pastries, it's some real bougie place." The box in her hand followed suit after and she lifted the top to peer inside at the selection of cakes that looked almost too perfectly pristine to be real.

"Everything is overpriced as fuck, but get this, they're still using e-coin. So I went crazy. Even brought us a little...." Darlene grabbed for the bottle, her brows furrowing together as she attempted to read the Italian writing that was on the label and positively butchered it. "... I don't fucking know. But it said it was a dessert wine, and these are desserts."
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[personal profile] viewsource 2017-01-31 03:40 am (UTC)(link)
There was really no keeping Darlene out of his apartment which is kind of annoying. There were all sorts of reasons that he didn't want her just busting into his place -- the fact that he had a boyfriend that was there pretty regularly now and all being one of them. He didn't need his sister seeing his boyfriend's dick or walking in at just the wrong moment. TJ probably wouldn't mind but Elliot would.

He made sure the door was locked after she got in though and then went to look at what she brought, only half listening to the rambling nonsense that she was talking.

"What's wrong with donuts and beer from the convenience store?"
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[personal profile] rootaccess 2017-01-31 11:20 am (UTC)(link)
In truth, Darlene had seen more than her fair share of dicks in her time alive, seeing Elliot's boyfriend's wouldn't have been anything new -- aside from a few minor details, they all looked pretty much the same for the most part. -- but her brother insisted that she at least knock, and she'd been keeping up her end of that bargain fairly well.

Aside from the times that she'd found her way into Elliot's apartment while he was away at work, or elsewhere. But, Darlene had almost become a master at covering her tracks, and as far as she knew, Elliot hadn't found her out yet. And if he had, he wasn't reprimanding her for it. Maybe deep down he knew that there was no changing Darlene completely.

She was Darlene, after all. The girl who prided herself of just how much 'whatever she wanted' that she did on a daily basis.

"Well," The word was punctuated in the way that she always did whenever she was attempting to make her point seem like the most logical course of action. "The convenience store is only accepting cash right now, and my wallet is currently boycotting that idea. So, I've been working on a program over the past few days, typical phishing sort of thing, force uploaded it onto the phone of that investment banker guy I was telling you about -- remember, the one with the really bad haircut? Him. -- and I owned his bank account before I was even off the subway." Darlene boasted proudly, picking up a tiny eclair from the box and taking a bite out of it.

"He's gonna think the charge is from lunch, if he even notices it at all, and we get to reap the rewards." She paused for a beat, "You got a corkscrew around this place?"
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[personal profile] viewsource 2017-02-05 06:06 pm (UTC)(link)
Elliot comes as close as he ever does to rolling his eyes, only Darlene has that affect on him. But, he can't complain too much the desserts are the desserts. He raised his brow at the question of corkscrew, most of the rest of her babbling he hadn't paid too much attention to. He was a great brother and listener clearly but she talks about things that don't really matter all that much. Another guy, another bank account stolen, one more tick for anarchy.

"No?" He might, he wasn't sure but he and TJ tended to be on the beer side of things why would he need a corkscrew?
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