<hr/><div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 20pt;"><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: andale mono;">Don't Just Do Something, Stand There!</span></strong></span></div><hr/><div class="floatright">(http://1513f43de1df8b08e16c-d8d6213b156ba3a73e333057f5885fa8.r32.cf1.rackcdn.com/1280-w66xc38rkjg2p4rtkq8a713836113bc7mme6fbfm.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: andale mono;"><strong>Name:</strong> Rab / Rabbit / The White Rabbit (&lt;-- Only known aliases) <br/><strong>Sortment:</strong> Outsider<br/><strong>Occupation:</strong> Capitalist (Drug Dealer, SHHHHHH!)<br/><strong>Mood:</strong> Optimistic<br/><strong>Date &amp; Time:</strong> Fall Term | 12:54 PM<br/><strong>Tag:</strong> Snowden (Storm), [Open]<br/><strong>Location:</strong> The smoking section, in the lawn area, outside of the building with all the classes.<br/><strong>Other:</strong> <span class="bbc_u">Poses as a student. <strong>No one</strong> knows his real name/full name, or that Maddox is his cousin.<br/>Nor does he know that Maddox is even enrolled at J.U. </span> <br/></span><br/><hr/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: andale mono;">Rabbit nodded in sincere agreement to the stranger's first statement. It was true. With all of the damned things wrong with this world, everything could be someone's silent killer. The air itself could probably put a good man down, given the synchronized stroke of misfortune. But it was the girl's next choice of words that got Rabbit's brow quirking in an expression of revelry. He took a slow, thoughtful draw from his rollie. The dark paper in complete contrast to his pale skin. His gaze moved ever so slightly from person to person, nearest them. Then to those trekking to classes across the way. <em>'Grass it is then.'</em> he thought to himself. <br/><br/>Taking note on how subtle the girl had been this far with her intentions, Rabbit reckoned a legitimate trade could happen. He gathered by the signs that she knew certain protocols when dealing with transactions of the recreational kind. He was always appreciative of potential customers who knew their shit. Now all he needed to do was calculate how best to word his next turn of phrase. You couldn't start spitting out strain grades and prices. Well, you could. But then you'd either be an amatuer, or tackled to the ground and arrested after the trade. <br/><br/>The muscles between Rab's brows unclenched where he wasn't even aware they had tightened. He guessed it was her gratitude that triggered the turnout. Brownie points for that. <strong>"Raaaaaahb! Rab-BAHT!"</strong> A few J.U. jocks shouted from the lawn. To Snow's introduction, Rabbit cynically stated, <strong>"And my friends call me Rabbit."</strong> He lifted his cigarette hand up in greeting to the brood. About them he said to Snow, <strong>"Some other guys call me that too."</strong> If only to alleviate misconceptions that those particular people were his buddies. <br/><br/>He played with the hair at his chin a bit. Then finally said, <strong>"Snow. That's a pretty cool name. Parents name you after anything uuuuhm."</strong> He lift his knuckle under his nose and did a soft snort of air. He was a curious fellow. He had to ask.<br/></span>