[center][h2][color=ABB2B9]Allen Hops[/color][/h2]
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[b][u]Location; The shared dorm room.[/u][/b]
[b][u]Interacting With; Terrence [@Avanhelsing]. Eliana → via text. [@lovely complex] Carmen --> via text. [@AbandonedIntel][/u][/b]
[b][u]Mood;[/u][/b] Dubious <-- Whimsical[/center]

	Benny hashed out an early morning text to his mother to start his day. “I hope those kids don’t break your will today.” That should do the trick.

	Thoughts of home leave a pleasant taste in the mouth, Benny thought, before taking a bite of an unattractive apple. This does NOT taste like magic, he reacted internally, taste buds cringing. He didn’t understand why his acquisition sometimes retrieved duds but it did. He didn’t want to waste the food either way. It was like a gift he had gotten from nobody, and if he threw it away it was as if he might as give his power to the starving in Africa. Or maybe that was too dramatic. He thought to himself he would feel sort of like a cow being milked if all he did was materialize food all day. It would be better if the whole world were changed so everyone could be fed and he didn’t have to feel guilty about it. So for now he would aim for the head of the snake, as it were… For now he felt fortunate to not have been enlisted in feeding all of Mayweather each day.

	Benny wore his black trench coat and a black top hat today. This was the most villainous look he could muster. There was potential to summon all sorts of objects with this much personal coverage, and he was a master of layering. He usually got dressed as quickly as he could since someone was always rushing him, but it seemed Carmen’s scheduled text came late today. He decided to shoot Eliana one.

[center][b][color=ABA2B9]To Eliana
Feeling good or grrreat this early in the morning am I right. J/k It’s like I was just born from a womb.[/color][/b][/center]

	Fufufu. Benny could savor the typical villain habits. Something like ominous chortling or bridging his fingers. He considered briefly whether he had spent enough time subliminally influencing Terrence to become more evil.[color=ABA2B9][b]”Terrence did you already sprint out of here? Next time you’re doing squats or whatever the hell you do you should think about the moment all electronic funds and debt are erased. I know, it invigorates me too bro.”[/b][/color] Benny hoped he wasn’t talking to the vacuum in space that was usually left behind when Terrence decided to go somewhere new.

	Mayweather had treated Benny well thus far. After the fire he was expecting chaos, and there was some. The school was small enough that everyone’s problems were on a loudspeaker. He didn’t put up any spectacular fuss yet though. Benny wanted to abide the contract between Mayweather and Delphina, that here they were all students and at peace for now. Speaking of peace, here was his favorite buddy to blast off rounds with in order to disturb the tranquility of the forest, texting him to get his ass in gear. Benny was pleased to get in touch with Carmen. He felt as though them practicing marksmanship was the perfect cocktail of illegal things to be doing, and all the better for their skills. He liked Carmen’s spitfire attitude as well, and she had a great danger sense. She seemed to be the most careful person he had ever met. Her time spent amongst gangsters and in jail made her much more chiseled than your average heroine, and oh so entertaining.

[center][b][color=ABA2B9]To Carmen 
I’m on the way smartass don’t think you can have the whole shitty hill to yourself.[/color][/b][/center]

	Now that Benny knew Carmen wasn’t going to skid away in that mildly erotic Black Mustang of hers he would hurry it up. He hated the days where all he could find of her was skid marks in the parking lot. It reminded him too much of Terrence, that fleet footed bastard. [b][color=ABA2B9]”Hey Terrence if you aren’t awake yet now I command you to TRY NOT TO picture me conjuring a bit and bridle and riding you in a race against Carmen’s car. You know we would beat her.”[/color][/b] Benny flew out the door and on toward Carmen’s car, hoping that his roomie had been around to suffer the degradation he had laid upon him. He spotted the black Mustang and first climbed on and hugged the roof, until he heard knocks of protest and cursing coming from inside. Then he opened the passenger door and climbed in, through with wasting time. Carmen had stewed long enough and they both needed to shoot a pleasing variety of targets. [color=ABA2B9][b]”Let’s rock, partner.”[/b][/color] Were the first words Benny uttered to her as he donned a pair of cop sunglasses from his sleeve.