<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 | 12:51 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 JU. </span> <br/></span><br/><hr/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: andale mono;">The way a person carried themselves were tiny glimpses of a day in their lives. In Rabbit's line of work, it indicated what kind of customer he was getting. He noticed everything. The twitches. Voice tones. Facial expressions. You could even say he developed an intuitive take on the vibes a person sent out. He had been playing the watcher for so long, that he rarely had to wonder. Contrariwise, he also knew that assumptions were mere opinions. Opinions were not facts. Therefore, one should never judge a book by it's cover. At Jamison U, there were many a book that had yet to be read, so to speak. <br/><br/>As Rabbit continued on with his habitual pastime, a flash of red caught the corner of his cagey vision. He squared himself to match the girl's lineal pursuit. He perceived her approach in the way someone watches an unfamiliar movie. Invested to see what transpired.    <br/><br/>His eyes caught sight of her money, before her words registered. With every blink, his eyes shifted to see who was around them. Who was listening. Since there seemed to be no one minding their interaction, Rabbit's lip curled into a crooked smile. He reacted for a zippo in his back pocket with one hand. <strong>"That depends on what you're smoking."</strong> He said. His other hand, still holding his hand rolled cig. The index finger of the very hand pointed to her own cigarette. <strong>"Those things will kill ya."</strong> He lit her cigarette, obligingly, nonetheless. Taking care not to rush into a sale, before knowing his customer first. There was limitless opportunities when encountering wild cards, and Rabbit didn't like to cut corners.<br/></span>