I miss my money.(Open)

[Jason Cross]

Basch had just worked out that he'd be living in the student dorm before deciding to go for a walk in the streets. There was a lot on his mind about how he was going to make it in this place. He had used the last of his money a couple days before. Hunger twisted his stomach in ways he didn't want to think of. Not only hunger but a craving that hit him twice as hard. His body craved a smoke which it had been without for several days. He started to play with his hands to forget the frustrating lack of control he had at the moment.

Basch let his hands fall to his side as it did nothing to stop his craving. He tried to find something interesting in the sky as he walked further. His attention would then look to the stores which only made his stomach grumble with what almost seemed an annoyed sound. He'd raise his right hand to cup his head just as his eye caught the figure of someone out of the corner. Turning to the person he let out a sigh and felt a deep self pity for sinking this low. Letting out a breath he would begin to speak, "Excuse me, um can you bum a cig?"

[lazy]

Um, excuse me. Can you burn a smoke?[/i]

Kai looked up from the driver's seat. He'd just come out of a store, and the contents he had purchased were in a bag next to him. A large bag of candy. How pathetic. The words rang through Kai's head as he analyzed the person, probably about his age. So young and confused. Smoking? Kai almost laughed as he analyzed him. He looked like he'd gone days without food, and worse, days without a cigarette. Kai had met plenty of people who smoked. They knew what it was like.

Don't start, kiddies.

Kai started the ignition, igniting the stout F20 motor in the S2000. He popped open the glove compartment, and spotting an old but mint five, he slipped it out and handed it to the poor man. "Buy yourself a pack. I don't smoke," Kai said softly, and let go of the bill.

He paused for a moment, wondering if he should put his shoes on before driving. The pedals, now made of smooth metal instead of rough rubber, weren't much more comfortable. Shoes on? Or off?

[Jason Cross]

Basch at first wanted to deny the money. He wanted to maintain some pride yet at the same time his body reminded him of the nicotine he so desired. With hesitation he reached out and took the five with shame clear upon his face. "Sir, I didn't mean to ask for money. I.. I don't wish for pity yet I will not turn away kindness." The Russian accent was a lot more apparent than when he spoke earlier.

Basch raised his head and looked over the car at a store across the street. Still holding shame on his face he looked back to the man in the car. "I will repay you tenfold if it kills me." Basch felt that this person would likely not believe him, yet he had full intention of doing so. He ran his left hand through his hair and nodded lightly. "Thank you." Without waiting for any sort of response for the person he smiled and started to walk to wards the store.