Post by chad on May 12, 2008 16:46:59 GMT 1
EDIT: Oops, I realized this is in the wrong section, haha. It takes place in the building.
He should be coming any moment.
Chase made his way down the hall, purposeful strides, short and sweet. He never did like taking his time with anything when he could finish it quickly. Impatience, he supposed it was. But he also understood there had to be discipline, which he seemed to have little of. Heck, the school, maybe the world, needed it. But who was he to say such things? I'm just a rambling narrator.
There.
Sly things happen in the hall between classes. No one pulls shit during class; that'd just be ridiculous. And with all the kids to cover for you, chances of getting caught was little; where was the proof? Spotting his client for the moment, he extended his hand for what appeared to be a friendly five. His "friend," a lanky black kid in a baggy sweatshirt, hands in his sleeves, smacked it.
And the deal is done.
At the moment of contact, a wad of bills slipped out of the sleeve, making its way into Chase's hand, which he promptly put in his pocket. Two hundred dollars just found its way into Chase's pocket, and nobody was any the wiser. With the wad, was a piece of paper. A number and a locker combination. Chase quickly made his way to the locker and opened it, dropping a binder inside. Nobody would suspect that he'd just dropped off maybe twenty dime bags.
Clank.[/i]
Chase shut the locker and continued on his merry way.
He should be coming any moment.
Chase made his way down the hall, purposeful strides, short and sweet. He never did like taking his time with anything when he could finish it quickly. Impatience, he supposed it was. But he also understood there had to be discipline, which he seemed to have little of. Heck, the school, maybe the world, needed it. But who was he to say such things? I'm just a rambling narrator.
There.
Sly things happen in the hall between classes. No one pulls shit during class; that'd just be ridiculous. And with all the kids to cover for you, chances of getting caught was little; where was the proof? Spotting his client for the moment, he extended his hand for what appeared to be a friendly five. His "friend," a lanky black kid in a baggy sweatshirt, hands in his sleeves, smacked it.
And the deal is done.
At the moment of contact, a wad of bills slipped out of the sleeve, making its way into Chase's hand, which he promptly put in his pocket. Two hundred dollars just found its way into Chase's pocket, and nobody was any the wiser. With the wad, was a piece of paper. A number and a locker combination. Chase quickly made his way to the locker and opened it, dropping a binder inside. Nobody would suspect that he'd just dropped off maybe twenty dime bags.
Clank.[/i]
Chase shut the locker and continued on his merry way.