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Week One: Thursday
Who: Grey and Frankie
Where: Side/back entrance to Halcyon
When: Thursday, dusk.
OOCNote: The school has no smoking ban, but Grey doesn't know. Sorry for any confusion!
Fucking inside smoking ban. It wasn't getting any warmer yet and Grey liked the warmer seasons. One of his pipe dreams was to get one of those ultra-modern houses by the Ocean with those walls of huge windows looking out at the water. He'd wake up under Egyptian Cotton sheets every day.
Instead of in some shitty school, smoking cheap cigarettes in his brown leather bomber, sitting on a stone wall like he was a kid. He was wearing worn black boots with newer Diesel jeans and a DKNY white t-shirt. His hair was a little wild, but fuck it. It gave him an untamed appearance that some chicks found irresistible.
This place was just like the streets. He didn't stick out too much, but could catch an eye if he said the right things. Kinda a little harder with all these crazy beautiful people walking around shooting fire out of their dicks and looking into your mind. The Man thought he'd do fine enough here and, since he was getting paid, it was worth being there. It was almost like a free ride. He got fed, warm place to sleep without rent. Lots of broads walking around.
Hel-lo. Who was this cutie walking by? She was a little younger than he usually liked them, but it wasn't like that sexy something was crawling on him right now. Besides, he was supposed to meet people. "'Ey, y'got the time?" He asked, his accent cutting out whole sounds from words. It was something that was easily corrected, but it was entirely part of his character.
Where: Side/back entrance to Halcyon
When: Thursday, dusk.
OOCNote: The school has no smoking ban, but Grey doesn't know. Sorry for any confusion!
Fucking inside smoking ban. It wasn't getting any warmer yet and Grey liked the warmer seasons. One of his pipe dreams was to get one of those ultra-modern houses by the Ocean with those walls of huge windows looking out at the water. He'd wake up under Egyptian Cotton sheets every day.
Instead of in some shitty school, smoking cheap cigarettes in his brown leather bomber, sitting on a stone wall like he was a kid. He was wearing worn black boots with newer Diesel jeans and a DKNY white t-shirt. His hair was a little wild, but fuck it. It gave him an untamed appearance that some chicks found irresistible.
This place was just like the streets. He didn't stick out too much, but could catch an eye if he said the right things. Kinda a little harder with all these crazy beautiful people walking around shooting fire out of their dicks and looking into your mind. The Man thought he'd do fine enough here and, since he was getting paid, it was worth being there. It was almost like a free ride. He got fed, warm place to sleep without rent. Lots of broads walking around.
Hel-lo. Who was this cutie walking by? She was a little younger than he usually liked them, but it wasn't like that sexy something was crawling on him right now. Besides, he was supposed to meet people. "'Ey, y'got the time?" He asked, his accent cutting out whole sounds from words. It was something that was easily corrected, but it was entirely part of his character.