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[supremate.livejournal.com]

[ TYPICAL AMERICAN CITY

With typical american people,

and typical american . . . everything else.

A long road, lots of trees, sea, women in bikinis, teenagers being retarded, SHIT LIKE THAT. One of the teenager there -- not really different from the rest of the other ones, there, really -- was sitting on the table of a cafe, looking annoyingly at the clock on his wrist, like he was waiting for someone that just didn't want to arrive.

2 minutes later he stood up to get his wallet and open it -- just to notice that he was completely broke at the moment. ]

Damn.

[ He looked around seeing if escaping could've been possible in that moment. Just to see the waiter some meters away from the door talking to someone. ]

This ain't lookin' good.

[ So hoping he didn't have to use that to get out of there. ]

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[supremate.livejournal.com]

Fancy that you're sayin' it like it's any of your problems.



Fuck off.

[stoictrademark.livejournal.com]

[At least he wasn't a hard one to read. Oz was a low-conflict type of guy, really, but somehow he could always spot them. He didn't stand up to leave or break his gaze, only sat there impassively sizing him up. Seemed like he was just a human too, which was a nice change.]

Don't let me interrupt.

[supremate.livejournal.com]

You better.