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originally posted in:The New Dojo
10/4/2016 3:21:35 AM
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[i]"Ma'am this is the police, we need you to stop doing drugs and do school instead."[/i]
[b]A calm and collected voice suddenly spoke up, as the quiet motor of Damien's custom white Hayabusa Motorcycle ground to a halt. He was in his same ol' same ol'... Coat, jeans, t-shirt, and heavy boots.[/b]
[i]"Not many people come out here to get the munchies..."[/i]
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"Aww, I look that young? I could've sworn that dealer gave me this much because I was responsible." Nat jested as she didn't bother to turn and face the man, rather she just stared out the window her legs were in. "And most people don't go to the Dojo in general."
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[i]"Fair point. Better question, you got extra? I got like... Opium... If you want to trade."[/i] [b]Damien remarked with a grin, hopping of his cycle and covering his eyes from the sun moving over the vista. The temperatures here were all annoying.[/b]
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"Think I might..." Nat responded as she sat up from her laying position, before she opened the door and left the car. Walking to the trunk, she popped it open to reveal a few bricks of weed and coke all wrapped up in little packages, and even a bag or two of crystal meth.
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[i]"Well... That's not what I expected. Usually don't do something unless it's a relaxing agent or a trip out... And you got a lot of powder."[/i] [b]Damien raises an eyebrow, and pulls a small box from his coat, seemingly always having what he needed on hand... From a coat. He grinned and opened the box, revealing a pack of generally unprocessed opium.[/b]
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"When I get high, I'm higher than a -blam!-ing star in the night." Nat joked as she grabbed a brick of weed with her left hand, one that looked to be fairly unopened though missing maybe an eighth of product. All in all not too bad.
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[i]"Y'know... I only need like a fourth of that. I'm not really a stoner. I just like smoking shit."[/i] [b]Damien was bizarre but the only drugs he liked were LSD and shrooms... Weed was... Well... It made him want to eat several inedible things.[/b] [b]He chuckled and held out his box to Nat, willing to take whatever. He'd get to the leftovers eventually.[/b]
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[i]Nat grabbed the box and placed it inside the trunk with a chuckle, as she grabbed her sword from the belt she wore and cut the brick into fourths, as they fell into a layer of wrapping below. She handed Damien one of them as the opened side was pointed to the roof of the opened trunk. "Damn, gotta find a pimp and steal his pipe soon, opium doesn't do itself." [/i]
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[i]"Could always just... Eat it."[/i] [b]Damien grinned, taking his portion and shoving it under his arm. He'd deal with it later... [/b] [i]"So... That makes you what? Local drug dealer?"[/i]
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[i]"Nah, daughter of a Lieutenant here, just a seller of illicit goods." Nat remarked with a joke shortly following her words, though she was technically making her money to pay bills back home through various drug trades, so she could be considered a dealer of sorts. [/i]
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[i]"Ohhh... Sounds lame."[/i] [b]He chuckled, not able to get a solid read on her. Soldier? Hippie? Who was she and why was she out here doing drugs?[/b] [b]Damien had to admit, the car was nice, and she was packing but the eventuality of it was simple, she was a rebel type... Lieutenant his ass.[/b] [i]"You got a name? Something besides stoner and drugee?"[/i] [b]He questioned, his voice full of humor, even though he was actually curious. Eventually he shoved his hands into the deep pockets of his jacket as his pupils narrowed to thin slits like a cat's. He was an oddity himself, but he wasn't stupid. Drugs weren't common, and he had seen plants on the planet he hadn't seen elsewhere. How were drugs being produced?[/b]
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[i]"Natalie Truman," the woman said in response as she shut the door of her car closed and looked to Damien, as a feeling of intrigue washed all throughout her head as she seen his eyes. She was under the assumption that they were some damn good contacts, either that or the weed was kicking in. "You?" [/i]
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[i]"Damien Lordan. Professional sleeper, drunkard, and loser... At your service."[/i] [b]He gives a mock bow, clearly amusing himself as he moved back up with a stupid grin on his face.[/b] [i]"Sometimes a smuggler. Maybe. It all depends on what I'm bored of doing."[/i]
