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Date: June 25, 2000
Setting: London
Status: Public
Summary: Pollution sets up shop.

It was a propertly dark and stormy night, as one would expect. Rain lashed at closed and boarded up windows, thunder crashed and echoed against the decrepate buildings. In between two of these buildings, was a wide ally way in which whores of both sexes, desperate for a bit of money, gathered without any real hope for work. Not on a night like this.A man sat huddled over himself to try and keep warm as he sat on the ground. The only one on the street who didn't seem to be bothered by the cold was a young man in a dirty white jacket. Any passerby and all the inhabitents of the ally would assume the boy was high, from the way, though his eyes watched the street, was unfocused, as though he was not all there.

Either he was high or insane, they thought. And gave it no other thought. The boy was well know in this seedy part of London. The drugs he sold were cheep and of a good quality. And, though perhaps it was just rumors, but no one who bought from him had ever gotten busted. With his drugs, that is.

The boy was known as White, because of his jacket. White liked selling these pollutants. Humans were so eager for them.