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Wei took a long drag from a cigarette. It was odd, Wei never smoked. He found it distasteful, and thought that cigarettes tasted like tar. Yet, when he was in the drug store across the street buying aspirin, he saw that intense, bright red label of the Marlboro, and something whispered to him, [i]"Take it."[/i] And in an inexplicable urge of impulsion, Wei snagged a pack and stuffed into his leather jacket's breast pocket when the cashier turned his back. He smiled and nodded towards the cashier, paying for his pack of aspirin and dropping whatever medley of leftover coins he had into the jar labeled "TIPS" in thick black sharpie block letters. The coins plunked into the jar with a satisfying clunk, and Wei was off onto his merry way. Wei found comedy in the irony of the fact that he had left the drug store clerk a tip whilst simultaneously shoplifting a pack of cigarettes. So here he was, sitting in a shifty and inky alleyway across the street taking a long huff of something he had always found unpleasant his entire being. His face soured as the taste of the cigarette set in; it was just how he remembered. It tasted of singed rubber and grime, filth, and disease. He spit the cigarette onto the ground, stamping it out with his foot. His stomp had a little extra oomph to it, just for good measure, almost as if he was showing his extreme disdain for the poor cigarette. [b][color=LightCoral]"What a fuckin waste."[/color][/b] he muttered to himself, as he flung the pack of cigarettes onto the dirty ground.

Wei stepped onto the main streetway. The avenue was a couple blocks away from the main parade and he could hear the erupting of the surging parade from here. Wei scanned the street for any point of interest, anything to do on this long, hot and sticky day. [i]"Fuck it,"[/i] he thought to himself, as he decided he would go check out the festivities. After all he lived in this damn city, shouldn't he at least see the fabled festival? And besides, he'd heard a myriad tales of people getting serious action on a day like this. Wei didn't expect much to come from this, but hell, it couldn't hurt.
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Wei arrived on the main avenue, where a large crowd was amassing. Alcohol was flowing and the sharp smell of it attacked his senses. Drunk people danced around the street whilst what seemed like a small army of NEST crawled over the place. [i]"Like flies on shit,"[/i] he thought to himself, with incredible contempt and scorn for the organization that was so present in America compared to Japan. He hated the way that metahumans cataloged and forcefully recorded by NEST -- something Wei did not appreciate. As he walked down the sidewalk amidst the throngs of people, a NEST agent shot daggers at him, intensely staring at him with furious blue eyes. Wei glared back, his hard attitude and pride requiring him to do so, almost as if to say [i]"I'm not scared of you."[/i] About 200 paces further along the road, he stopped in front of a cheery little hot dog stand. He was sweating like a stuck pig, and thirsty as all holy hell. He waited for the employee to finish his conversation on his phone, and once he was done, pulled out a dollar bill. [b][color=LightCoral]"One water,"[/color][/b] he said curtly with a slight accent.

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