<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> Restrained<br/><strong>Date &amp; Time:</strong> Fall Term | 12:45 PM<br/><strong>Tag:</strong> [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;">They say that mornings were important, because they determined the kind of day you were going to have. <em>Lazy</em>, did not seem like it would make a day bad. Mornings didn't exist where Rabbit was concerned. It was a perk of owning your own business. He refused to wake before eleven-thirty at the earliest, and his clientele wasn't complaining either. <br/><br/>Today, he was waiting in the lawn area, on the north side of campus. It wasn't his favorite. Mostly because the future judges and lawyers of America spilled out of the building he was waiting in front of. He saw their potential. His perception worked in terms of brand of drug, instead of whether or not they'd narc on him. To Rabbit, they were the cocaine and heroine users. The ones who eventually needed something to numb the pain of their abysmal, privileged lives. The ones who would eventually resort to blackmail, once all of their funds dried out. Flight risks. He didn't want to have anything to do with that shit.<br/><br/>Why stay there, Rabbit? You may ask. For the love of the Sociology and Philosophy majors. Not to mention that he had many a friend taking Economics. He helped them do real time experiments for their pie charts. They would help him find ways to market and sell his products under the radar. It was a beautiful marriage of transpositional talents. <br/><br/>Coffee was the only branch of drug that Rab actually did partake of. Besides his personal, hand rolled cigarettes, it was his main achilles heel. He forgot to have some today. It left him feeling a tad on edge. Short in his temperament. And yawning like it was time to go back to bed again. He was meeting a regular contact. But always the opportunist, if someone knew the right words to string together, they'd leave with the things that'd make them the most happy, on this day.</span>