Reuben sat at the back of history feet up on the desk, looking quite tired, especially beacause he was wearing no make up, well a little very faded eyliner but apart from that there was none. Looking round as a few moe peopel streamed into the class, obviously not caring if they where ten minutes late Reuben shrugged, he didn't care what peopel thought of him, he was on time today had nothing better to do mainly...

Shoving a ciggerette in his mouth, as teh teacer had left fifteen minutes ago telling teh class 'nerd' she was looking for a video, even though this usually meant, I'm away to teh staff room, ill be back end of period don't trash my room...

((may i?))

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Having absoluetly nothing better to do, Rob would sometimes go to the high school, to muck around, because a bunch of his friends still went to school. He wasnt there all the time, but today he decided for lack of something better to do, he was going to sit in random classes and observe the children in their natural habitat.

Dressing to the occasion, Rob was wearing 3/4 cut off camo shorts, his combat boots, a white sleeveless tee, and a olive green vest. He had his plastic lightsaber on his belt, and his dreads were held up with a small strip of leather.

He was holding a plastic NERF StarWars blaster. It shot the suction cup darts. Oh yeah, he was having fun.

He was sneaking through the hallways, black lined sharp green eyes peered into classrooms and around corners, untill he saw a class with no teacher. He opened the door, and dove in, rolling underneathe the teachers desk.

Holding back a giggle, he looked out at the kids in the class, and the looks on their faces. He pulled a cig from his pack in his pocket and lit it. he stood up, and faced the class.

"Hello, Class," he said in an Irish accent. He set the nerf gun on the desk. "Im Loki. Ill be your teacher for this period," he said, a sadistic grin crossing his features.

Reuben raised an eyebrow looking at the guy, "Aye, and I'm Britney Spears, and I'll be the gaytard who ruins everyone fun this period", he said cablowing out some smoke, and calmly placed teh ciggerette back in his mouth, "No in fact I changed ma mind I'm Reubs and I'll be teh hippy and ruining this period for all", he nodded, "yeah taht works better", he shrugged blowing out more smoke, and looked up at the guy, re-thinking his decision to speak out...the guy looked strongr than him, 'to late to back out now', he thought , trying not to let any nervousness shwo, and succeeding except for a small quaver at teh start...

Robs green eyes narrowed, and turned a dark grey. He looked at Reuben. He placed his hands on the desk and peered at him. In a cold, hard edged voice he spoke.

"Look, I dont give a flying fuck if youre the Queen of fucking England. Im going to have my fun, and either you can shut the fuck up and enjoy yourself, or get thrown out a fucking window. Get it?" Rob glowered for a moment, then jumped on top of the desk, and dropped off, landing on his feet.

He walked over to Reuben.
"I know you didnt just call me a hippie, especially when I cqant even tell if youre a dude or a fucking chick. i know you got a mouth on you, can you back it up?"

Robs hands balled into fists, and Rob looked as if he were ready to snap.

"Better have the appropirate answer. Or You Fail. And I believe in corpral punishment."

Reuben smirked, "Dude I called me a hippy", he smoked out teh last of his ciggerette really wishing he had more, he was trying to look calm but he was shaking on teh insidem he felt liek teh abused child he was and could sometimes e, but he refused to let taht happen not her ein front of people, it only happned when he let it or lost control, either way he refused to. He didn't care about his 'corporal punishment' it was teh memories it may unlock after he was scared off. But he was to calm for that right.

"I did say I was gonna fuck up everyone's period, hmm just didn't think I'd be the one getting fucked up", tehre he went again making jokes to alm himself down, didn't really wor, except a few peoepl gave a chuckle...

"I see," he said in response to hippy thing. He brushed a dreadlock out of his face.

"Well, you have a few options, my smart mouthed student. You can either skip the beating, and shut the fuck up, or we can totally start over, and Ill forget this even happened, that way if you ever piss me off again, your friends wont find you broken and bleeding in a ditch somewhere in Connecticut," he said, with a highly sarcastic chipper tone to his New England accented voice.

Rob waited for a reply, wanting to get on to his original plan. He thought about what he was going to say, and how he was going to explain this to them. It didnt matter, Rob was good at Improve.

Reuben looked up, "First of all what friends? second taht's happned to many times it's a normal occurance", teh worst bit was he was telling the truth, he could never keep his mouth closed, it was a curse and a gift...okay mainly a curse.

Taking out a new ciggerette, and lighting it quickily he took along draw, tipped hsi hed back and blew up, the last thing he wanted was to blow it in Rb's face, yeah sure Reuben was a bit f a waister, but new when to draw teh line...most of the time...

"And yeah last time I checked I was a dude", he dead panned, shit that had just slipped out...

"Are you sure about that? Cause you had me fooled!" Rob fumed at this child. Still restraining the urge to swing a closed fist, Rob turned to another tactic.

Quick as a blink, Rob drew his foot long dagger from under his Vest, and swung it at Reuben. The very tip of the knife cut through the filter, cutting the cig just above Reubens lips. Not even a half inch away. Following theat, Rob thrust the blade into the desk with so much force, the blade was buried half way down the blade into the desk. It stuck out underneathe the desk as well.

"You may have been beaten before, but not by me. I am Not scared to kill you. So think of your next words carefully," Rob said with a cold, venomous tone to his usually dramaticially sarcastic edged voice.

Reuben looked at the ciggerette, normally he would laugh at death threat, but normally thse people needed him for drugs, sex or money. Moving hsi legs so that his privates where away from the blade, annoyance taking over.

Reuben looked Rob hard in the eye, aner would get teh best of him and he would lose, "Yu do that, I've been hearing that threat since I was born, I DON'T CRAE, kill me get it over with, come on, I'm supposed to tell you why you shouldn't, when I don't knwo, but I can givbe you a million and one reasons why you should. c'mon I don't care", he spread out hsi arms for a better shot, sure he had a dagger of hhis own up his sleeve, but he could only use it at certain points, and he was telling teh truth, eyes a-light with something, fire burning, THIS was why he had scars, THIS was why his abusers hated him...it was ahrd to get to him...

Rob grew very tired of this child, who thought the world was so terrible even at this young age. Rob brought his hand up sharply, and then back handed Reuben so hard, it knocked him from his seat. Rob stood, boots, inches from his face.

"You got balls, kid." Rob said, a small smile creeping across his features. Rob extended his hand to help Reuben up. "Next time, might I suggest, that you pick your battles more wisley. Allow me to introduce myself properly. Im Rob, or Loki. I came in here to recruit people to Join the Jedi Enclave. Either as Jedi, or as a regualr soldier, or whatever." he said, more to the whole class. He waited for the inevitable questions.

Reuben accepted the hand up, not caring about falling or being slapped, "Yeah, might be a good idea if I did", he said instantly calmer, now that he wasn't being bombarded, not realising in a minute of anger that it could have been it, but it had happened to many times to pause over now. "Sorry I'll let you get back to recruiting", he apologised, now going slightly quieter, h had very bad timing...

"Alright then, heres the deal, kiddies. The Grey Jedi Enclave, the enclave I lead, is currently massively undermanned, and understaffed, and I want to begin training more Jedi, incase of a Sith attack," he said, walking through the class.

"The Jedi and Sith are made of people who love StarWars, and love random acts of nonlethal violence. We use NERF weapons, and plastic lightsabers. As you all know, theres the Good Jedi, Light Jedi, and Dark Jedi, or the Sith. Im in the middle. I walk the fine line between Light and Dark, and thus can be an asshole, but not, all at the same time. I think its great. Are there any things youd like explained?" Rob asked, picking his NERF rifle up from the table, and looking out upon the class.

Reuben looked up and couldn't help but laugh a little at how much sense Rob was making to him, he was just he poor kid who could barely work a tv, but had been made fix it a few times, "Yeah, did you see teh end of my ciggerette?", well it was hsi last one and he wanted rollies, it wouldn't be long until he found the drug trade here and sold his own, but until then he had shit all, in teh way of cash and items...

Robs bright green eyes focused on Reuben for a moment.
"No, should I have?" Rob asked, moving to Reuben again. "Pray tell, lad, whats so special about your ciggarettes?" Rob asked, taking out one of his own. It said "Force Sticks" on the pack.

Rob took oit his Zippo, and snapped it open. He snapped real close to the lighter, and it lit up. He stuck the end of his cig in the flame until smoke flowed freely from his nose, then he snapped the zippo shut, and it returned to the pocket from whence it came.

((you almost had me confused with that post...))

((Sorry, kinda out of it today))

Reuben looked up at the boy, "I can't afford anything at the moment", he shrugged, another amazing and detailed answer. he looked at teh ground spottin, the end of teh ciggerette and shoved it into teh pocket of his half wrecked jeans. "No point wasting it", he shrugged, he said he couldn'tafford it, but he didn't say why, and it was indifferent, not oh pity me im poor thing, just nothing.

"I, as the Jedi Master of the Enclave would pay for everything you need to be a Jedi. Or a non Jedi. Are you interested, or not?" Rob asked Rueben. He took a long drag of his Force Stick, and let the smoke float out of his nostrils.

He turned, just for the hell of it, and shot the suction cup darts at the window. They stuck, and rob went over, and plucked them off the window, waiting for Rueben to reply.

Reuben shook his head, "What are you on, I don't have a clue what your on about, man", he shook his head, "I'm the guy taht can't work a fucking tv man", he shrugged, it was true, he'd never really had time for it, "So if its a movie, er can't help ya", he gave a small smirk, as he pulled a rolly out of his pocket, lighting one, he shrugged, "Last one please don't kill it", he dead panned, and gave a small smile, half serious...

"Im on a great many things, and now less than I was before. Im a fucked up kid. Look, if youre ever intrested in a chill place to hang, or learning the ways of the Jedi, lemme know," He said, writing on a Post-It Note, his phone number. "203 463 7865. Gotta put in the area code."

With that Rob picked up his gun.
"Maybe other classes will be more receptive," he said then walked out the door, leaving it open, then he slinked down the hallway.

Reuben watched the guy leave and took a drag on his ciggerette, swearing rather loudly in reilising it wasn't a ciggerette, and this guy could tell him about the 'market', he stubbed it out on his hand, successfully burning his hand and putting the thing out, he stood up and followed the guy, "Hey, wait", he said catching up, "Look, you look like the kinda guy that knows where I could sell some shit and offer my services to none dickheads, who hopefully won't beat me up and take what I got, but am I right or should I run now", he was speaking quite quickily trying to get teh words out before anyone came...

Rob stopped. He turned and looked at Reuben. The gun hung loosely over his right shoulder, and his left hand rested on his belt next to his dagger.

"What Kind of shit would you have to sell?" Rob asked, quirking his eyebrow. Rob moved over to Reuben, put his hands on his shoulders, and quickly guided Reuben into the basement, through an Entrance only a handful of people knew.

"And If you want to work forsomeone, pushing or whatever, Im the guy to talk to." He said.

Reuben nodded, and followed him, "Well, I''ve been liek everywhere, so I can get you whatever you want by tomorrow or the bnext day, many people owe me, and I can make pills into sniffs, and anything into a pill", he muttered quickily, knowing he sounded pretty ridiculous, as he looked liek the kind off guy who would get beaten up instantly and was aware off it...

Rob looked at this kid. Just started for a moment, things going so fast in his brain it was ridiculous. This was exactly what He had been looking for.

"Ok. Im going to ask you a bunch of questions. There is no reason to be worried, there is no wrong answers to any of these. These are opinion questions. Do you understand?" Rob watched Reubens exressions.

"Nothing said down here can ever leave down here, am I clear?" Rob asked as an afterthought.

Reuben nodded, nervousness showing as he fiddled with an elastic band on his wrist, "I'vbe never spiked anything, I don't over charge,, and only get enough profit to get only essentials, cause I need trust and everyone knows im poor so its odd if i suddenly get new stuff", he nodded, "And yeah, um, I'm usually reliale for them", he nodded, hoping taht was bulk of questoins, as sometimes it was...

"Alright. I make Liquid THC. I sell drops of that. You and I could go into business together. Ill help you collect, and we can start making just a little more, plus oylull have me as your business partner, and Friend. No ones going to think about touching you. Plus I have a van to make deliveries. What do you think?" Rob said.

"We'd be partners in Crime. The first two members of the LWS. With a little hard work, we can make a gang the likes of which Oakland has never seen before, and the best part is, as members of the Lazy White Stoners, we wont do anything but sell, and be fucked up, and chill in the woods or wherever the fuck we want. And if someone fucks with you, Ill be there to back you up." he said, the obvious possibilities running so fast through his head he was astonished.

Reuben was really unsure, "Umm, okay, but you might have to be a bit patient at first, I've never worked with anyone else, and um, you prolly make things different than me", he nodded, agreeing, but still fiddling with the elastic band...

Rob sat down, and lit up a Force Stick. He looked at Reuben.
"Ya want a Force Stick?" he asked, holding the pack open.

"So youve never worked with anyone before...thats fine. Youll just be doing what you do, just on a slightly larger scale, and oon a more regualr basis. Well work the rest out as we go along. For right now, we need the Product, we need customers, and money comming in." he said, stroking his goatee.

Reuben nodded and accepted it lighting it quickily, "Yeah, but don't you know people who would use it, right", he asked unsurely, fiddling with his elastic band, soemtimes he coukd so SO confident. "YEah, um, I can get most supplies, either free or liek half the charge, I'm owed quite alot, but I can't exactly push", he shrugged, it was true he wasn'tt the type of guy that could push for what he needed, especially when it involved fighting for something...

"Dont worry, thats what Im there for. I make sure you get paid what youre owed. Its a business. We sell to people, and you make it, and I make sure you get paid. By the way... Force Sticks have liqid THC in them. I make it myself." Rob said smiling, taking another long drag on it.

"I dont know too many people here in Oakland. I moved here not too long ago, but Ill ask around. And what Ever supplies we need, I have that covered." he said, smiling again.

Reuben nodded, "Umm, okay, here", he pulled out the 'ciggerette', he tried smoking earlier, "I made this, last week, when I was pissed, don't remember what's in it, but it's safe", he nodded, "I wouldn't risk giving out dangerous",Reuben smailed handinhg him it, "And if it's pills you want, or anyone needs, I can make almost anything into them", he nodded againglancing around with nerves and out of habit...

Rob took the Cigarette, and slipped it into his pack. He stood up, and checked all around, holding up his hand for silence. He heard faint footsteps.

"Someone approaches," he whispered in a gruff Irish accent, "Get on with ye. Youll be seeing me again, very soon. Remember, not a word to anyone," he said, then moved off through the giant stacks of stuff in the basement, before he melted into the shadows.

"The door is behind ye," He whispered from the shadows.

Reuben shrugged, and stuffed the rest of the force stoick out on his hand, successfully burning his hand, and walked out the way Rob had told him, "See ya dude, 3 draws in the drugs come in, quite strong", he said extremely quickily whilst leaving...