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[Sally Meyers]

Sally had to admit that she was having a bit of a hard time grasping the concept of having to start at a new school. She didn't care because she was loosing friends, she didn't have many of those to begin with, she cared because it was a private school and in her mind that meant that she was going to be stuck with a bunch of rich stupid preppy snobs. Yes she was judging before she even met anyone but she didn't really care. She really didn't want to go to any type of school and would gladly drop out if she had the chance but she knew that wasn't going to fly with her stupid protective parents and she had promised her big brother that she would do what she could to try to graduate. She was almost done after all. She sighed as she sat in the passenger seat of her uncle's truck and watched the tree line pass by in a blur. He looked at her and mumbled something about this school being good for her but she just blocked him out and messed with the white bandages around her wrist. She really just wanted to rip her stitches out with how bad they itched. Just a few more days and she would get them out not being able to hide the angry red lines on her arms aside from long sleeves and arm warmers. A part of her didn't really care. Not much to be ashamed of when you already did it.

She raised a finely manicured eyebrow as the massive school came into view. It was impressive she had to give it that. She worried at her bottom lip and felt her foot tapping up and down nervously. She had no clue why she was nervous she didn't care if anyone liked her. She preferred to stick to the shadows and only speak up when it was needed or when she could ruffle someones feathers because she did quite enjoy starting fights. They pulled up and she quietly got out of the car gathering her suitcase and her duffel bag. She knew she didn't have much but she brought enough clothes to get by considering they had to wear a uniform and she had very few possessions because she wasn't really into keeping memories or material things. She checked in quickly avoiding the people staring at her bandaged forearms. She felt a sinking feeling in her stomach and she just wanted to run back out to her uncles truck and go home. Maybe it wasn't to late to go to that rehab in northern Arizona instead. At least there she wouldn't have to fake being happy or fake being ok. At that thought she tapped the pocket of her purse to make sure that she felt a pill bottle there that held her anti-depressants.

Sally was glad to see that her room was empty of people for the moment so she quickly put away her clothes and made sure that her uniforms were hanging wrinkle free for whenever school finally started. She took a glance in the floor length mirror and picked at a stray thread on her black skinny jeans. They were tucked into a pair of loosely tied black combat boots and her threadbare ACDC shirt clung to her curves in all the right ways. She noticed the sun was sitting low in the horizon and that there were probably only a few hours of daylight left so she grabbed a black leather jacket and a very worn copy of Romeo and Juliet. She walked out across the lawn and found a spot under a tree that was covered in a decent amount of darkness and set her jacket down so she could sit on it. The warm air felt nice licking at her pale skin. She pulled her knees up and let her wavy black hair ruffle in the wind as she tugged at the edge of one of the bright white bandages. She clicked her black tongue ring against her teeth and her blood red lips set into a little bit of a pout. She wanted a cigarette. She hadn't had one since she left New York City.

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[Hal Fuoco]

Hal had needed a break from his new roommate as well as to start planning out what he would need from his suppliers for the first deal of the year and so Hal had decided a long stroll and a cig or two was just what he needed to clear his head. Hal was wandering along the large grass fields of campus surveying the crowds for potential new customers and returning old-comers when he saw a new face that seemed promising. He took a long drag from his cig and then stomped out the remaining stub before strolling over to the lovely miss.

Promising indeed thought Hal as he got closer. She gave off the perfect customer vibe and was so hot that Hal could feel the heat reaching every tip of his build. He smiled his stereotypical smirk and proceeded to seat himself beside her. He glanced over at what she was reading and knew he had found his in.

Hal brought his knees up and propped his arms and head on top of them before speaking, trying to give off the most nonchalant vibe possible. After all, this was his game and he knew how to play it by now. Such a lovely story to have such a tragic ending, isn't it? But I guess that's why it's called one of Shakespeare's greatest tragedies I presume. Maybe it's just me but just the thought of it makes me itch for a cig.

Hal pulled out a baggy with his pre-rolled cigarettes and popped one between his lips. He then proceeded to place the baggy back into the inner pocket of his jacket and pull a lighter from his pocket. Just as he was about to light it, he pulled back the lighter and watched as the flame was blown out by the wind. He turned to the girl and, with a look of innocence on his face, pulled the cig from his lips long enough to say, I seem to have lost my manners. Would you like one. I know it's not everyone's thing but... I won't tell if you won't.

Hal chuckled at his own joke in a playful way before adding, I'm Hal by the way. I'm sorry if I frightened you but I promise I don't bite. He smiled a toothy grin before continuing. What's you're name? Oh and welcome to Yen Sid.

Hal held the bag out to her, letting the wind carry the aroma of fresh cigs, both spiked and clean, to the girl's nose as the wind did the work for him. All he had to do was play nice and hope that the hook would sink right in. And if Hal read the girl right, it would be easier than catching a real fish. Hal's smile widened at the thought as he waited for her response, hoping that it would go in his favor and feeling that it would.

[Sally Meyers]

Sally let her gray eyes drift from the pages of Romeo and Juliet to take in the students walking around the grass area. Most of them looked preppy and happy. She didn't really enjoy it. She was a little worried that she wasn't going to be able to find a group that she would fit in with or even just a person for that matter. She was painfully blunt and enjoyed starting fights just to ruffle peoples feathers. Was she going to be able to find someone that hated people just as much as she did? She bit her blood red bottom lip a little bit as she pulled her knees to her chest a little bit more. She looked down and noticed a black spider crawling across the grass. She put her hand down and let it crawl up onto her palm. She watched as it crawled around and her lips tugged up in a smile as she felt its little legs tickle her flesh. She moved it to the tree she was sitting under and let it crawl up the trunk. Sally didn't know why but she loved spiders and anything that had to do with darkness or fear. Especially bats and black cats. She was going to miss her black cat a lot.

She raised a pierced eyebrow when a very attractive man sat next to her in the grass and glanced at her book. “The entire story is tragic if you think about it. I love how many people had to die just so these two could be in love only to kill themselves in the end. Just goes to show not much good can come out of love.” Sure she was bitter and morbid but that was what made Sally so awesome in her own little world. She did however agree with the cig part and her gray stormy eyes looked at the bag as he pulled one out and put it in his mouth. They were all hand rolled and she was wondering if they all had tobacco in them. Maybe she would just have to make a new best friend. She tilted her head to the side and watched the flame flicker in the wind. There was something comforting about fire because it was beautiful and deadly at the same time. She envied it.

When he asked if she wanted one she sighed a little and nodded. “Yes please. I haven't had one since I left New York. My uncle raided my stuff and took anything he considered contraband and considering the fact he's a priest...that was a lot.” She loved her uncle she really did but he was trying to save her or whatever he wanted to call it. She was perfectly fine with how she was living her life. She pulled one out of the bag and put it between her deep red lips and pulled out her own black zippo. She lit the end and took in a deep inhale of smoke letting it trail out of her lips and mingle with the wind on the exhale. “What if I like biting?” She questioned with a smirk as she took another drag and held it in for a few minutes letting the nicotine work its way into her soul...assuming she still had one. “Sally and thank you sir.” She closed her book and let it rest in her lap as she pick at a tiny thread on one of the bandages around her left arm.

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[Hal Fuoco]

Hal couldn't help but chuckle. He had read her correctly and found a way to reel her in. Hal always found a bit too much satisfaction in reading a person correctly and having just the thing they desired. He shifted so as to lounge and fully take in the wonderful moment and the delicious aroma of the freshly lit cigs. He chuckled once more before sitting up enough to look Sally in the eye and say, Well I'm glad I could be of service. I'm also a bit impressed. You managed to pick out one of the few completely clean cigs I had left in this entire bag.

Hal flashed one of his devious smiles before placing his own cigarette back in his mouth. He rolled the bag back up before placing it back into the inner pocket of his jacket and then removed the cigarette, blowing some smoke into the air before speaking once more. If you ever want one, just let me know. This- He paused long enough to hold up the cigarette before continuing. Is only a small sample of what I can get my hands on for... the right offer. If you ever want anything, just ask.

Hal had decided to just jump right to his pitch. She seemed very much like his type as well as the perfect customer and, if he guessed right, she wasn't about to rat him out when he was the only source on the campus that could get a hold of any good a student desired. Hal had ensured his business's place and monopoly not shortly after getting his start here and he refused to lose it as long as he was there to own it.

Hal flicked some ash off of the end of his cigarette. It had gotten long in the course of his thinking and small talk. He looked at it, a bit disappointed that it was almost gone and thought to himself, It'll have to do for now. But there'll be plenty more later. Just seal the deal first and then you can go and enjoy more treats.

Hal turned back towards Sally after a long silence had passed and added I promise I won't harm you so long as you don't harm me or my business. I am a business man first and will be as honest and sincere as I can be. Also fair. I pride myself on... fairness. If you ever want me to leave, just let me know doll face. Oh, and if you decide you want more goodies... or more of me, don't hesitate to ask.

Hal turned away and began motioning as if he was going to leave. He was in no rush but this was the test. Would she ask him to stay or ask to know more or would he have to keep a close eye on her and worry a bit that she WOULD betray him after all. He doubted the later but one could never truly tell. Women were such nonsensical creatures, often following emotions and changing their song as quickly as they had uttered it. Nonetheless, this was the moment of truth. Would she watch him go or ask him to stay? The ball was in her court- just the way Hal rarely liked it.