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Who: Heine Rammsteiner; Badou Nails [&open?]
Where: Abyss; around the corner of seedy's.
When: After this.
Summary: Badou's looking for a place to stay. Heine gets off his ass to meet the guy and will probably stop for coffee.
Rating: No idea. Its the abyss. Probably PG16 at least.
Other: Uh, join if you want?

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Immersed in a cloud of toxic smog of his own devising, Badou appeared to be trying to perfect the art of lurking. It had always been somewhat difficult for him to do, being tall, bright haired, and possessing all the grace of a drunken, half-retarded giraffe.

When he heard what sounded like a whole goddamned drawer of rattling spoons approaching, he looked up, cigarettes clamped in his teeth. He withdrew it with nicotine stained fingers, exhaling a long, jagged line of smoke. Flashing a sharp grin at the stranger [but was he, really? seemed a cold term for someone trapped in the same cesspit].

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Heine Trudged foward out of the allyway toward the taller man. There seemed to be a permanent look of distaste on his face; the grin wasn't returned. No gesture really. He didn't actually look too friendly, Heine. A bit tired like most in the abyss. Worn but bold features. Shorter. Snow white skin and hair. Unnatural bloodpooled eyes. Old broken in leather clothing.

His eyes shifted off in to the distance in silence for a moment. The sky was always dark in the abyss. One thing Heine liked about it. Although the color was an unnatural green. Smog and pollutents.

"Come on," his voice was low; deep. He pivoted to go down the street to a coffee shop near by.