[center][color=darkgray][h2][i]Smoke[/i][/h2]Location: Middle Shopping Center[/color][hr][hr]
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	[i]He was wrong.

She was way more fun than she looked.[/i]

	Smoke was glad he was wearing a mask at this particular moment, for if he wasn't blood would have been trailing down his chin from biting his tongue to avoid laughing quite inappropriately. It was clear that she was unfamiliar with who, or what, he was; as not even another Elemental would have the confidence, or perhaps the stupidity, to speak to him in such a manner. He was, by all intents and purposes, a king among Gods; he had far outlived any other Elemental in History, and his younger years proved that he had been quite the formidable enemy, even to an Elemental's standards. 

	With such an intimidating History, no one dared to speak to him as she just had; neither friend nor foe.

And [i]fuck[/i] was it boring.

	With a slight pulse in his Eyes, Smoke watched as the girl walked to the woman's restroom with what appeared to be a new dress. With a smirk hidden behind his mask, he entered the store she seemed to have moments ago left and approached the cashier, who nearly doubled over at the sight of him.

	Holding up a finger to his mask, he gestured for her to be silent rather than stuttering out some nervous greeting;

	[i][color=darkgray]"The woman here before, wearing a mask, get me a dozen more dresses in the size and style of the one she purchased."[/color][/i]

	The girl silently nodded, quickly abandoning her post at the register and completing the task given to her by the Elemental, and before long they were packaged and paid for. He then provided her with a second set of instructions, while placing ten one-hundred dollar bills on the counter before her.

	[i][color=darkgray]"I'd like you to deliver these to her, and take her to lunch; she should be in the women's restroom nearby, presumably changing."[/color][/i] He said, placing his hands in his pockets and turning to leave.

	[i][color=darkgray]"Oh, and another thing,[/color][/i] he began, turning back around, [i][color=darkgray]"Give her this?"[/color][/i] He asked, placing a black card with silver lettering that simply said "Smoke" on one side, and had his personal phone number on the other. 

	With an excited Nod, the young girl pocketed the cash and quickly gathered up the few bags of dresses before half-skipping to the woman's restroom, which she would wait outside of patiently. Smoke however, kept his distance, keeping an eye on the girl should she decide to take the money and bounce. Standing a few dozen feet back, he stood silently, tossing a handful of pills and chewing them slowly as he observed.