[h2][color=b6ced8]Dural Warra[/color][/h2]
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[color=6ecff6][i]"Good Morning Newnham Campus, It's a beautiful 26 degrees out today with A nice cool Breeze."[/i][/color]
	His eyes opened slowly, the loud alarm of a radio blaring just a foot away from his bed under an Economics' exam Result with a large 99% in red marker scrawled atop the front. Sitting up with a loud sigh, he placed his feet on the cold hardwood floor as he reached for the pack of cigarettes sitting on the corner of his night-stand. With the gently click of his Zippo, he inhaled the icy smoke with pleasure as the slight buzz of a nicotine rush fully awakened him. Standing up, he gently pulled open the window to his dorm room and relished the cool morning breeze as the sun peaked over the horizon. Holding the cigarette in his mouth, he lowered the blaring volume of his alarm to an acceptable level, acknowledging the bright blue [color=6ecff6][i]6:15 A.M.[/i][/color] displayed across it's screen.

	Taking another slow pull from his cigarette, he pulled on his jeans and socks as the radio continued to drone on in the Background.
[color=6ecff6][i]"...And with just a week left in the year, expect the late-night music too be at an all-time high, so you early-birds better sleep with earmuffs or have an extra cup of coffee ready for the morning, because it's going to be painfully loud until the sun peaks. I'm your host Eric Johnson and this, is Seneca Local."[/i][/color]
	The radio was cut short as Darul reset it for the next morning, dropping his cigarette into the empty ashtray as he pocketed the pack in his light Jacket. Locking the door as he walked out, he pushed his earbuds in and hit the "Play" button on his ancient I-Pod Nano, walking to the upbeat tunes of [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZbAJxG01KMI]Streetlight Manifesto[/url].
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	Darul pulled out from the Campus parking lot in his Black 2010 Hyundai Elantra. Glancing at the radio he saw it was about 2:45 in the afternoon, and he was free until his 4-10 shift at the dealership. Thanks to his hedonistic mentality and sly charisma he was capable of pulling of the dirtiest of sales and becoming one of the best salesman of his branch. With the added bonus of a 25% commission rate at a [i]Brand New[/i] dealership, he made an incredibly pretty penny that made his coworkers and employers wonder why he even bothered with furthering his education. 

	Thanks to the constant shrug of a response, his peers and coworkers were unaware that his plans were far from settling as an auto-dealer. After finishing his Bachelors in Accounting, he planned to go into law school. With degrees in both Law and Accounting and moral flexibility, he'd find his way into a corporate firm and quickly work his way up the food chain until creating a corporate firm of his own that'd hired only the best and brightest.
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	Darul gave a nod to the small group of students waiting at his regular meeting spot, a handful of jocks on GPA scholarships with rich parents, his best customers. Pulling a file from his glove-box, he gestured for the group to approach, opening the file and producing six paper-clipped packets, organized by name.

[color=b6ced8]"Derek, Six-Fifty. Kyle, Six-Twenty. Alex, Seven-Ten. Nathan, Five-Ten. Chris, Five-Seventy Five. And Jayson, Nine hundred even. Good luck on those exams boys, but don't do too well or you'll get caught."[/color] 
	He listed with a smirk, taking the bonds of bills one by one, up to Jayson, whom he eyed with a growing look of irritation.

[i]"Fuck you abo, I'm not paying nine-hundred for some fucking answer keys."[/i]
	The man stated with obvious anger, not paying enough attention to notice the other five backing away from him, knowing what was to come.

	With a mean look in His eyes, Dural unbuckled his seatbelt and opened the car-door, stepping out and walking to the other side, looking into the Jock's eyes from less than a quarter metre away.

[color=b6ced8]"You know the deal Jay, we talked prices less than a week ago and you agreed. Three Hundred for each of your exams"[/color]
[i]"But you charged those other guys way less for the same number of exams, the fucks your problem?"[/i]
[color=b6ced8]"Different courses, different fees, now pay up before I make that empty skull of yours bounce off the pavement."[/color]
[i]"Yeah right Boonga!" [/i]
	And with that, Darul reached quickly into the passenger side of his car and grabbed his club, smashing it into the man's head in a near instant. With a loud yelp, the man backed away grasping his now-bleeding forehead, glaring at Darul with gritted teeth. Stepping forward, he punched Darul hard in the stomach, who in response gasped for breath as the wind was knocked out of him. Taking another hit, this time to the face, Darul swung the club low, feeling an agonising crack reverberate through the wood as it made contact with the man's knee, breaking the joint almost instantly. As the man dropped to his knee in pain, Darul kicked him hard in the jaw, causing him to fall forward completely. Spitting blood into the grass, Darul walked forward and grabbed the Man's head by the hair, then smashed it hard into the concrete.

	With that, he walked back into his car, speeding away as the man lay crumbled on the sidewalk.