[NPCing townies myself with permission from Fey--since shift change is so soon!]
"Hey, what the fuck are you doing here, brat?" Artemis looked to his left, his head tilting lazily towards the voice. There were three boys standing in the small clearing, looking slightly edgy. The biggest one, and quite obviously the alpha male, scrutinized Artemis. "Never seen you before."
"The Landel's freaks are here today--he must be one of 'em, Larry," another boy commented, pointing at Artemis as though he were an oddity. The boy frowned through his tears.
"It's rude to point."
"Whatever," Larry snorted. He picked up Artemis by his overall front and tossed him aside easily. The boy let out a cry of pain--he wasn't used to being thrown around like a sack of potatoes. Larry knelt down and began sifting through the dry leaves. He finally stood up, making a noise of anger. "It's not here!"
"What?!"
"Goddamn it, shit!" Artemis resisted the urge to roll his eyes. So juvenile.
"Where the fuck is it then?! I paid good money for that shit, and if he's not making good on it I'll take it out of his ass!"
"Oh, are you referring to this?" Artemis opened his previously clenched hand, revealing a small bag filled with white powder. The two lackeys froze, obviously concerned that they'd been caught. Larry simply chuckled roughly and made a swipe for the bag. Artemis pulled it away before he could get it.
"Diacetylmorphine hydrochloride." Artemis rattled off, inspecting the bag. He rolled his eyes at the obviously confused trio. "Heroin. Smack. Dope. Is any of this penetrating your thick skulls?" The boy was obviously not in a good mood. "It's really the worst drug you could possibly use. Its effects fade with continued use, which can lead to exponentially larger portions and finally death from overdose."
"Hey," Larry barked, "You're not my mother, so shut up!" The other two were dumbfounded beyond words. This kid didn't look like he could be more than fourteen... how the hell did he know so much?
"It's a small bag though, and certainly not enough to warrant an intent-to-sell. But enough to land you with a nice drug charge on your permanent record." Finally, cause and effect. This was working much better for him. "I haven't paid a visit to the sheriff today, actually."
Once again, Artemis was hauled up by his overalls. He could smell the stale beer on Larry's breath--this was bad. Drunk teenagers were never a good thing. "You ain't gonna say a goddamn word." He ripped the bag out of Artemis' hand and kneed him in the gut. The boy made a choked noise, followed by wheezing as he tried to catch his breath again. He felt his legs stumbling backwards as Larry pushed him into the waiting arms of his two comrades.
"Hold 'im," Larry snapped, "I'm gonna make this punk wish he'd never even wished he was crazy."
The beer-buzzed teen proceeded to lay into Artemis, mostly in his stomach, but sometimes across the face. What was it about people hitting him in the face, lately? He tried yelling once for help, but Larry kneed him in the stomach again and he was winded. Artemis collapsed to the ground. Every time he tried to get up one of the boys would kick him again. He was starting to get dizzy. If he passed out, maybe the bus would leave without him. Or he'd be beaten to death. One of the two.
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"Hey, what the fuck are you doing here, brat?" Artemis looked to his left, his head tilting lazily towards the voice. There were three boys standing in the small clearing, looking slightly edgy. The biggest one, and quite obviously the alpha male, scrutinized Artemis. "Never seen you before."
"The Landel's freaks are here today--he must be one of 'em, Larry," another boy commented, pointing at Artemis as though he were an oddity. The boy frowned through his tears.
"It's rude to point."
"Whatever," Larry snorted. He picked up Artemis by his overall front and tossed him aside easily. The boy let out a cry of pain--he wasn't used to being thrown around like a sack of potatoes. Larry knelt down and began sifting through the dry leaves. He finally stood up, making a noise of anger. "It's not here!"
"What?!"
"Goddamn it, shit!" Artemis resisted the urge to roll his eyes. So juvenile.
"Where the fuck is it then?! I paid good money for that shit, and if he's not making good on it I'll take it out of his ass!"
"Oh, are you referring to this?" Artemis opened his previously clenched hand, revealing a small bag filled with white powder. The two lackeys froze, obviously concerned that they'd been caught. Larry simply chuckled roughly and made a swipe for the bag. Artemis pulled it away before he could get it.
"Diacetylmorphine hydrochloride." Artemis rattled off, inspecting the bag. He rolled his eyes at the obviously confused trio. "Heroin. Smack. Dope. Is any of this penetrating your thick skulls?" The boy was obviously not in a good mood. "It's really the worst drug you could possibly use. Its effects fade with continued use, which can lead to exponentially larger portions and finally death from overdose."
"Hey," Larry barked, "You're not my mother, so shut up!" The other two were dumbfounded beyond words. This kid didn't look like he could be more than fourteen... how the hell did he know so much?
"It's a small bag though, and certainly not enough to warrant an intent-to-sell. But enough to land you with a nice drug charge on your permanent record." Finally, cause and effect. This was working much better for him. "I haven't paid a visit to the sheriff today, actually."
Once again, Artemis was hauled up by his overalls. He could smell the stale beer on Larry's breath--this was bad. Drunk teenagers were never a good thing. "You ain't gonna say a goddamn word." He ripped the bag out of Artemis' hand and kneed him in the gut. The boy made a choked noise, followed by wheezing as he tried to catch his breath again. He felt his legs stumbling backwards as Larry pushed him into the waiting arms of his two comrades.
"Hold 'im," Larry snapped, "I'm gonna make this punk wish he'd never even wished he was crazy."
The beer-buzzed teen proceeded to lay into Artemis, mostly in his stomach, but sometimes across the face. What was it about people hitting him in the face, lately? He tried yelling once for help, but Larry kneed him in the stomach again and he was winded. Artemis collapsed to the ground. Every time he tried to get up one of the boys would kick him again. He was starting to get dizzy. If he passed out, maybe the bus would leave without him. Or he'd be beaten to death. One of the two.