[b]~Freddy Girault~[/b]

The trip in the taxi was sickening to say the least, the car had one of those stomach piercing smells that just made you feel so uneasy, coupled with the archaic appearance of the seats. However the worst would come from the driver's smell, he was sweaty and always kept a straight face. He was Hispanic from what I could tell, slightly obese with a shaven face and short hair. He'd turn around to face me, his small, thin eyes glaring at me to give him an address. A raised an eyebrow, showing how much I really didn't care about his attitude and simply wanted this to get done quick. 

"[b]Uh-huh, just drop me where I tell you in the business district, ok?[/b]" 

I told the man with a slight French tone in my voice, he simply nodded before tinkering with the little piece of machinery he had set right new to him. It was the counter for how much I had to give him for the fare, and I knew this was going to be a lot for what this is really worth. Fucking scams they all are in America, not that in France things are cheaper, but at least I could call out some on their bullshit. He drove and all I did was stare out at the horizon, which would be blocked off by an immense amount of infrastructures The scenery would be great if it weren't for so much civilization around. It reminded me of Paris in some way, although without the charming, old buildings and the special city layout, with such beauty in the background by human presence just made it uglier and uglier. I'd rub my outrageously manly mustache as I contemplated the city's aesthetics, after all I am a perfectly judgmental French man who could see the beauty in things. Yeah, glory to stereotypes. 

As the cab pulled over in front of a Starbucks underneath a hulking mass of concrete that composed the building housing the store, I paid the man a couple of twenties to pay the trip and he swiftly handed me the money back a if he was in a hurry to get rid of me. I was kind, I decided to be quick when i took out the bag of goods in the trunk. I focused a bit on the coffee shop, my eyes being concealed behind my sunglasses, no one would know what I was focusing on exactly. I was really looking for a couple of Asian folks completely out of place in the picture here. They weren't there yet, which was probably good news as I would have time to walk in the shop and order a cup of coffee so I could choose my own seat outside. Normally I'd stay inside as the city streets never really tempted me in any way, but I wanted the chinks to notice me right away, so whatever. I enjoyed my coffee while waiting, sip after sip minutes went by. After ten minutes I was starting to wonder if they were going to arrive on time. Sure we were supposed to meet in about five minutes, but the last time I've had to handle [i]nyakwes[/i] like these they were early and very formal. I had a bad feeling about this. 

After the last fives minutes, I heard a phone vibrate in the bag of weapons I had brought for the deal. I pulled the bag up to check what was making such a fuss and wouldn't you know it, a cell phone was hidden in one of the integrated pockets. I checked the unprotected phone and saw two new messages. The first went under "Petersen", my employer's name, and he warned me that my "clients" as well as my temporary colleagues were going to be late as both were together in highway traffic. I realized how lucky I was to end up with a fat Mexican driver who knew his way around. I rolled my eyes and answered "Ok". Another half hour wasted at Starbucks, too bad I didn't bring my laptop, the free wi-fi would be fun to use. 

The other text message came from a short number and appeared to be addressed to everyone in the local region. It was that Amber Alert thing again. I didn't really know Americans had the custom of using phone companies to spread such a message. It made sense and seemed quite useful to me, but then again it didn't improve my views on the USA's ways of always over-mediating things as if they were THAT important. This was important, but I couldn't get these negative prejudices off my head.

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[b]~Jade Fintch~[/b]

My God he was hot, but such an asshole. Ugh, hello I'm Jade Fintch and welcome to my fab' world. I was just dreaming of Jeremy from high school, one of my douchebag ex's I left for... Why did I leave him again? Probably because his feet smelled or something, I dunno. So I ended up in this apartment near San Francisco because my stupid father wanted me to join business school as he did when he was a teen, like me. It really sucks, the apartment isn't half bad but I know NO ONE here and I only see people my age when they're all rushing for transportation to start classes. Hah, suckers, luckily for me I have a licence AND a car. Now my days usually start at 11 am and end whenever things get too boring on the computer, which was often near 2 am when all the victims of society acting as White Knights or pathetic people we should treat better and pity all went to sleep. 

Speaking of which, some are probably connected right now! I never bother to get dressed unless I have to go out for something like groceries or some random errand I have to do for X dumb request. I sat up against my pillow and I maintained my laptop on my thighs for maximum comfort. I logged in to a few games and social networks so I could stay updated on what was going on. I mean hey, if people were trolling I would find out right away and I totally need to get some fun daily. I mean they all deserve to be treated this way, right? They want attention, they want pity, they get the corresponding treatments alright! I had an advantage however, I'm a female gamer and troll, making me top of the food chain between all these disgusting other people I simply played for the lulz. We eventually raided one of those sites were this user, Erion, came on and acted as what I would consider a victim that need to be pushed OUT of my world, which was everything I glued myself to. 

I easily got moderator status in that game he played, though it took me a while a few months of sucking hard to be a little more exact, all I needed to do it sweet talk some of the male (they were probably all male) admins and bam! I had a special, albeit temporary, status. I let my "friends" make of this place a heaven for trolls around the gaming web, as they continuously mocked the honest gamers and the typical, bully-worthy white knights. Many of the other mods were either delayed by me or overrun with the sheer number of troll accounts around during this fun little raid that served only to kill time for me and all these cave dwellers down there. I really wanted this Erion guy to come around though, maybe to play him, or maybe pull off the funniest score in trolling history... Of 2014. It probably wouldn't be as bad as Chris-Chan and how he got trolled, but hey, this is a new era guys! My boobs ain't getting any bigger so I'm all pumped for this kinky shit!