05-27-2008, 04:22 AM
Lethe got up with some displacement, stumbling a bit. He glanced around quick and jerky, reassuring himself that no one had seen that. His eyes were light blue, hungry for friends, and the idea of finding them was dismaying. As if everyone was out to be a disturbance. The air was stiffling and he craved a cigarette. Passing through crowds of people, his shoulders held up and back he noticed a few pretty girls.
Wouldn't get attached. Some of em may try to kill you, Lamerc put in.
Lethe grinned with an uncomfortable lurch of his lips. Then he noticed an attendant in a navy vest. "Can I smoke here? And can I buy smokes here?"
"No and yes. What are you, fifteen?"
". . ." The young Saiyan looked put off.
"Okay kid. But if you're training those aren't the best idea."
"It's whatever. They help with the aches."
"Sure kid. You'll find the stogie's for about ten bucks a pack that way," And he pointed east, the way Lethe'd come from. "And you'll need to smoke at the bar. Doubt they'll let you drink but they shouldn't hassle you too bad. Just givem' that asshole stare of yours."
"Whatever. Thanks." And Lethe turned on heel, back through the various crowds of fat cat observers crowded around fighters. He noticed a female in the far corner through the gaggle of gawkers demonstrating the control of chi with three lavender orbs, juggling. And then the young fighter arrived at the all stop shopping counter. "You take American cash?" He asked after waiting out a line.
"Sure. Won't trade it for zeni though. That's fighters cake. Gotta earn that." Lethe grimaced, not caring.
"Pack of," And he stopped realizing he'd need to prepare for several days. "Six packs of Camel filters. A napsack and a coke."
"Total comes to ninety-seven. Eighty-two eighty six if you're a fighter." Lethe flashed a calloused fist and nodded, the other hand fishing for a wad of cash. He brought out the money** Lamerc had confiscated for him, flipping through it to ninety. When the cashier sat the napsack up with Coke and Cigarettes Lethe remarked, "Ya'llve got everything here, huh?"
"Change is seven fourteen." The man replied.
"Thanks prick." The young saiyan took the change, clumping it with the wad and stuffed it away in the napsack. "Now.." His cobalt eyes scanned the rafters for a sign that said bar. "There. . ." He said, and headed south.
**A hunk of cash given to Lethe by the first NPC he met. Used for necessities only, so as not to interfere with rules.
OOC: Lethe headed for the bar to smoke.
Wouldn't get attached. Some of em may try to kill you, Lamerc put in.
Lethe grinned with an uncomfortable lurch of his lips. Then he noticed an attendant in a navy vest. "Can I smoke here? And can I buy smokes here?"
"No and yes. What are you, fifteen?"
". . ." The young Saiyan looked put off.
"Okay kid. But if you're training those aren't the best idea."
"It's whatever. They help with the aches."
"Sure kid. You'll find the stogie's for about ten bucks a pack that way," And he pointed east, the way Lethe'd come from. "And you'll need to smoke at the bar. Doubt they'll let you drink but they shouldn't hassle you too bad. Just givem' that asshole stare of yours."
"Whatever. Thanks." And Lethe turned on heel, back through the various crowds of fat cat observers crowded around fighters. He noticed a female in the far corner through the gaggle of gawkers demonstrating the control of chi with three lavender orbs, juggling. And then the young fighter arrived at the all stop shopping counter. "You take American cash?" He asked after waiting out a line.
"Sure. Won't trade it for zeni though. That's fighters cake. Gotta earn that." Lethe grimaced, not caring.
"Pack of," And he stopped realizing he'd need to prepare for several days. "Six packs of Camel filters. A napsack and a coke."
"Total comes to ninety-seven. Eighty-two eighty six if you're a fighter." Lethe flashed a calloused fist and nodded, the other hand fishing for a wad of cash. He brought out the money** Lamerc had confiscated for him, flipping through it to ninety. When the cashier sat the napsack up with Coke and Cigarettes Lethe remarked, "Ya'llve got everything here, huh?"
"Change is seven fourteen." The man replied.
"Thanks prick." The young saiyan took the change, clumping it with the wad and stuffed it away in the napsack. "Now.." His cobalt eyes scanned the rafters for a sign that said bar. "There. . ." He said, and headed south.
**A hunk of cash given to Lethe by the first NPC he met. Used for necessities only, so as not to interfere with rules.
OOC: Lethe headed for the bar to smoke.