<div class="floatleft">(http://assets5.pinimg.com/upload/15621929928284225_K2NMggfx_c.jpg)</div><strong>Carey Parnassus Dalton</strong>:<br/><strong>Location</strong>: Apartment C-4, Streets of the Row<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>: Anyone<br/><strong>Date</strong>: July 28 2012<br/><strong>Time</strong>: 8:00am<br/><hr/><br/>Carey had spent the last half hour sorting through the boxes, cartons and bottles of cold medicine in the cardboard box her friend.. maybe.. had dropped by last night.  Or this morning.  Oh hell, whatever.<br/>She had been overjoyed to find it, and now was dividing the various substances by compounds and ingredients.  Once, she had tried to explain to her flat mate that each kind of medicine needed a different process to isolate the needed materials, and certain ones had synergy, opposition, and he had slammed the door in her face and told her to just cook the damn meth.  No respect for the art, some people.<br/>As she set the last of the containers in it's row and tallied her materials, an enormous grin crossed her face.  She stood quickly, then faltered and hissed at the pain of doing so, and then moved over to a pile of colorful fabrics.  She pulled a sheet of cloth around her waist and tied it together at the corners, tugging on it a little to make sure the knot would hold.  Then she pulled out a sleeveless shirt made of reds, blues, and greens, and pulled it over her head, backwards.  Slipping on sandles on, she was ready to go into the world.<br/>She told Daniel she would be back after getting a few things.  She had more than enough to make the swag-level, the standard level, and the roxor-level, and still have some left over, which she intended to experiment with!  As she began to go into a list of the strange things she wanted to try blending into the concoctions, she heard someone shouting about Net from the alley below her.  Leaning out the window, she saw a man with a glorious smile re-enacting Streetcar Named Desire just below her.<br/>"Do you need the Wi-fi password to DauntlessHustler?" she called to him, and was whisked back through the window by her flat-mate.<br/><br/>In a few moments, she was running down the stairs.  The sheet she'd tied around her hips was immodest in the stairwell, but it would serve well enough for her to make her rounds in the street below.  She came out of the building with a sigh, looking around her at the buildings and people that were her home and feeling a perverse sense of joy in seeing them.  She got a few strange looks from those people not used to seeing her tye-dye clad self running around here, and dismissed them with pride.<br/>She was feeling Euphoric, and she knew it.  A dangerous place to be, as she resisted an urge to wave to a man whom she knew for a fact was not only a killer, but a rival meth-lab junkie.  He seemed to smirk a bit as she walked past, and she took that to note for later, too happy to care what he might be up to.<br/>She found a man who sold Heroin, and came up to him.  She wasn't interested in the heroin, however, and instead asked for several kinds of candy.  The dealer was a tall, scraggly looking sort in a brown leather coat, and gave her a curious look before he finally relented.  Carey had that effect on people, in this state.  She bought two packs of Hot-Tamales, three bags of skittles and a fun-size of peanut M&Ms from him, for the price of a gram of heroin.<br/>"A pleasure doing business with you.." the man sneered.<br/>"Red-34..."  Carey cackled in response, moving away, leaving a man used to selling to junkies and addicts looking a tad confused.<br/>Carey blabbered to herself as she walked, muttering about petroleum, kavu-kavu, mahi-mahi, mustard grounds and several complicated chemical compounds that would make professional chemists turn their heads, shortly before ducking them below whatever safe structures might be nearby.<br/>The knot was loosening: a problem she addressed by undoing it and re-tying it, during which she inadvertently flashed a good deal of people.  As she resumed her pace, a few of these began to move after her, tracking the oblivious tye-dye girl as she wandered, apparently  aimlessly, back towards the apartment complex.