` the white room

[alexander]

I'LL WAIT IN THIS PLACE WHERE THE SUN NEVER SHINES; WAIT IN THIS PLACE
(WHERE THE SHADOWS RUN FROM THEMSELVES)

Dressed in the finest clothes, face hidden behind a pair of sunglasses that coasted him way too much, Alexander Skyes stood in the Quad at Luxford university, hands in his pockets as he surveyed the surrounding bodies. Not many knew him by name, and as people walked past they looked right through him like he wasn't even there. Alexander was not a popular man, at lest not at school. He in all honesty liked to live his life unknown to many instead of all the people swarming around him like he was the next best thing. He had his friends and he had his business - Alexander liked his life style. A yawn passing by his lips from early morning errands he just completed, he allowed himself to lean against one of the large pillars that was holding up the roof that hung over the quad. It had been a long day, and judging by the time it was going to be even longer.

Alexander was suppose to be meeting up with one of his associates about 15 minutes ago, but he was late as usual. Alexander didn't like being kept waiting, he was a busy man. It wasn't like he really needed the money, but he liked to keep in constant communications with the people who sell for him. He checked his watch, noting that time was ticking his life away as this stupid boy had yet to even show his face on the property. He never liked Alexander's meeting places, them being right out in the middle of public. Alexander only took people to secluded places when it was a big transaction, other then that he himself preferred to do things in public. It was less suspicious, not to mention Alexander had a pretty efficient method. His associate would meet up, have the money in a book or some kind of magazine - one that is new, if that was the case - and then give said book or magazine to Alexander. He would open it up, as if he was reading it to make sure everything was in order before chit chatting for a few minutes and sending him or her along their way. Eyes moving to his watch again, another ten minutes had passed. Alexander looked up, finally spotting the person he was to meet.

He looked like a small wreck, nervous and shaky as he approached the clean, calm and collected Alexander. It was blatantly obvious that he was dipping into the stash that Alexander was providing, but as long as he gave him what was owed he didn't really care. He was only shorting himself in the end, really. When he approached Alexander smiled "I don't like to be kept waiting," he said in a rather pleasant tone, the smile assuring anyone who was passing by that he was in a good mode when his associate knew other wise. If they were in private things wouldn't be going so smoothly. The boy nodded, reaching into his bag and pulling out a book - a copy of Bram Stoker's Dracula - and handing it to Alexander. He grinned, personally liking the book and opening it up to see a stack of twenties residing inside. He ran his finger over the edge, counting out $1,000 worth of bills before shutting the book. "It's short," he told him, the boy looking fearful as Alexander kept a smile upon his face the entire time. "You kept me waiting and then don't even deliver? You're lucky we're in public," Alexander spoke, his voice hinting at aggression as the boy fumbled for words. I'm sorry ghost I uh .. I had an accident I had to go to the -" "Bullshit," he said, leaning in close to him, his mouth right near his ear. "You have two days. I want the rest of it," he hissed through clenched teeth, his hand wrapped tightly on the book that was residing under his arm. The boy nodded, leaving as quickly as he came.

Alexander sighed, pulling the book up to the front of him before he looked around, making sure no one else was around before opening it up and extracting the money, placing it in his pocket. He didn't feel like heading home yet, Alexander still aggravated with the events. Almost $500 short - thats what I get for dealing with addicts.

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`status; done! closed for night with dylan c:
`lyrics; the white room - cream

[dylan]

as days go by
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THE NIGHT'S ON FIRE

The sun was high in the sky, not a cloud in sight. In the Quad, students milled about for their own varies reasons, their activities unaffected by the heavy humidity that had settled over the area. Wearing one of his typical designer tee shirts and long board shorts, Dylan was barely feeling the heat. You could say he was dressed on the casual side only because he was wearing dark brown flip flops but his dark Ray Ban glasses were never far these days. He was done at the school for the afternoon, the evening free from work and not one to be spent at home.

A girl from his business program ran up to him, tiny with blond hair frizzed beyond help in the humidity. He stopped in front of the bouncing pixie like human as she started gibbering away about the latest assignment in Accounting. "I really don't understand why we have to do this one, like we just did the exact same thing last week. Do you thin-" Dylan's held up finger cut her off, her large brown eyes staring at him in shock. Putting his arm around her, he turned her to face the library, speaking in a tone that you would use with a young child. "If it's the same assignment, it should take less time right? Which means you should do it now, and party later." He grinned and gave her a little push to send her on her way. With an eye roll he walked away, surprised the girl even recognized him as they had never talked before now.

Strolling across the Quad, Dylan spotted familiar figure he had not seen in a week or two but was a very welcome sight. The finely dressed man seemed to be reading, one hand holding the book, the other stuffed in his pocket. If he didn't know any better, Dylan would have guessed his friend was irritated about something. Chuckling, he made his way over, brushing dark brown hair from his face. "I never did take you as much of a reader Alexander, but that's just me. Then again, I'll take on Mr. King any day." He grinned, referring to the small collection of Stephen King novels occupying a section of bookshelf full of business and cook books in his room.

Despite how good of friends he was with Alexander, between them both working and family, they hadn't gone out for drinks lately. Although they were nearly brothers, Dylan still didn't know how Alexander had so much money, or what line of work he was in. Then again Dylan also hadn't revealed the truth about why he disliked drugs or his own little condition that would only worry most people in his life.

[alexander]

I'M DOWN BUT NOT OUT AND FAR FROM DONE.
(HEY ALL, BEWARE! CRIMINAL)

Alexander was never a big reader, so in theory the fact that he used books and various other reading materials as a way to communicate and exchange money with his associates was a flawed plan at best. As he stared down at Bram Stoker's Dracula, he realized it had been one of the only books he actually read, he grinned at the few things he skimmed on the familiar pages. On the contrary, Alexander actually thought is idea was rather clever. He always kept his person on the down-low, not many people actually knowing who he was at lest by name. No one would suspect him, of all people, to be one of the biggest rug dealers in outlier. Even if they did suspect him good luck trying to figure out his name. In short, Alexander was illusive, mysterious and reserved. Not many people knew him past the well dressed clothes, and even fewer knew what he did for a living. So in turn, not many people would actually know that he didn't read much.

The quad began to fill up more and more with students, Alexander's eyes floating over the grassy lawn to see girls that were barely dressed and boys that were following them around like a dog begging for a treat. He grinned at the thought, happy he wasn't that kind of guy. He liked to think that people generally gravitated toward him if they wanted to, and normally they did. He was a pretty passive guy with social interactions. He was amazed that he even had any friends to begin with, considering he would never actually engage in conversation first. As he people watched, Alexander was caught off guard by a familiar face in the crowd who seemed to be dealing with a pesky girl at the moment. His lips curled up into a devilish grin, noting that the familiar face was none other than Dylan, a long time friend he had not seen in ... ages. Alexander didn't think anything of the book in his hand or what had just happened in this exact spot a few minutes ago. It's not like he was there the entire time right? He didn't see anything - he couldn't have.

Alexander and Dylan had a wonderful friendship. Alexander regarded the young man as a brother, the two a dynamic duo of sorts. The only problem with this brotherly relationship is the lack of honesty on Alexander's part. Dylan isn't a fan of drugs, at all. Even though Alexander doesn't actually do said drugs selling them is just as bad, if not worse. Lets be honest, you're selling death. Literally. He was like the Grim reaper of salesmen, so he could completely understand why Dylan despised them so. Still, his constant money flow was always in question, Alexander playing it off as inheritance from his parent's death a few years back. Alexander got slightly paranoid when he noticed he was walking over, he trying to play it off as he didn't see him yet. Ah, the beauty of wearing sunglasses - no one knows where you are looking. He looked back down at Dracula, opening to a random page and started to read, looking casual. It was the best he could come up with - Alexander felt like the wad of $100 bills in his pocket was screaming for attention and that everyone's eyes were on him. The last thing he needed right now was some kind of argument and falling out with Dylan - that would just make his life perfect.

When greeted Alexander acte surprised, his attention focusing on the money as he greeted his friend. "Dylan, bro where have you been?" he asked, letting out a small laugh as he looked from Dylan back down to the book. He may not read much but he still got the Steven King reference. "Yeah well .. this is one of the only books I'll actually take the time to sit and read," he spoke with a cheeky grin, whatever tension he was feeling in his body fading when Dylan didn't mention anything about the man he was just with or anything other than his lack of reading. It was a relief, to say the least. Alexander took off his sunglasses, placing them on his shirt for safe keeping so he could actually look at Dylan without the tint or protective sun wear. "We need to go out for a beer or something. It's been too long," he said, putting the book into his back pocket. "My sister has been asking about you constantly - I think she has a little crush on you I swear," he mentioned, Dylan being one of the only people that Alexander actually brought to meet his sister. She was six years younger than him, but she was pretty mature for her age. He supposed he would be to if he was slowly dying from some disease there was no cure from.

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`status; Sorry for the wait! ;__;
`lyrics; beware, criminal - incubus