wanna buy some magic dust? {Jack}
Nov 25, 2014 14:54:46 GMT -5
Post by ghosty on Nov 25, 2014 14:54:46 GMT -5
[googlefont="Cedarville Cursive:400;Open Sans Condensed:300"]Lanie Fleck
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I want no more part in selling these damn drugs, but it's the only way I know to make money. No other way that I've ever learnt to make the money that I need to survive on and not look like a tramp everytime I go on the street. And today is drug-selling day. I'm out of damn money again, and drugs are big money quickly. And I still keep enough money back from one day to survive for about a fortnight at a time.
I keep look out for the Peacekeepers, those that rule, that inforce rules. Rules that I should follow, and I don't. And really, being arrested wouldn't really help trying to convince Alabaster's parents that I'm alright for their beloved son. Although, I have heard that the detention center gives out three square meals a day. Which would be nice, and a lot better then I'm currently getting.
And then it's time to go out and sell. Like normal, I'm out early, before the sunrise, easy, and sell all the way through until late at night. Because no one really buys during the middle of the day, because that's when they're most likely to be caught.
And the drug dealing trading centre is my first point of call; the alleyways where no one wants to walk, and where the sun hardly penetrates. And today might just be a lucky day. I sell a fair amount quickly, and no Peacekeeper came looking down the alley. And possibly a new customer comes down the alley, his hood pulled up high, and his coat done up tight.
I seize the chance. "'Scuse me, sir. Would you like to buy some drugs? Or perhaps someone you know? A girlfriend perhaps?" Half the time, it seems the person buying the drugs is doing it for someone else, so I always try and cover every base. And I wait for the 'customer' to decide.
