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As the title claims, I've been rather anti-social these past few days. I just can't bring myself to talk to people I don't have to. I stayed in the apartment the last few days, generally staying in my room so I don't have to talk to my new room mate. Don't get me wrong, he's a sweet kid. He doesn't have a bad body, either.

I guess Life Support did it for me. It reminded me of the reasons I went in the first place... the reason I haven't been assimilated into this damn city.

One social thing I did do, Vexen and I went out for coffee after LS. We hadn't talked in a little over two months, so there was a bit to catch up on. He's a nice guy. He's seen a lot, though.

The Boss has been irritated recently... I wish I could do something to help...
I've always wondered why I was naturally drawn to tourists and newbies. It's no secret that I enjoy human companionship, sometimes. That's where the people mentioned above come in. As long as you get the right type, the city hasn't gotten to them yet and they're as friendly as can be.
I wonder about this man I met today. Tall, pale, handsome... Probably some country boy. His name was Seph,I believe. We met when I caught him looking at me in the subway station. I bummed a cigarette off of him and we just started talking. Apparently he had -just- arrived in town and hadn't been out of the station yet, because when we stepped outside he was awed by the sight of the city. Such childish wonder. It was beautiful, really. Not the city, but seeing someone truly enjoying the city. It's a rare sight. The poor guy isn't going to do well here. He's been pick-pocketed once already.
There was another guy he was conversing with when I came up. I think his name was Riku. I'm horrible with names. He was handsome, but probably not much older than me. He was more my type, really. Not that I have a type. He's been living here longer. He's already grown distant, but he's still friendly enough to talk to. For now. Some people never learn, because he was stolen from too. Or maybe he just hasn't been broken in yet. His reaction to Seph's wonderment was hilarious: he looked around to try to see what Seph was looking at.
And then there's my newest acquaintance. His name is Zexion. He can't be much older than me, and he lives on the streets. I found him being assaulted by some bar thugs and saved his ass. He's spending the night here because, well... I know I can't help everyone, but I can try to help the ones who show promise. I'm not sure where I saw promise in him, but it's somewhere. It's got to be. I don't know. I don't know what I'm going to do with him after tonight. It's not like I can just say "Hey, you wanna live here?" That would be kind of weird... Maybe I'm growing soft or something. It's beyond me.

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((Closed to Saix, for now))

Tuesday. The day he got paid less for more. Well, the offer of people paying less for more was what attracted customers on weekdays like this. Perhaps he should be grateful he was getting paid at all.

The sun was showing a bit through the rain and it was altogether a nice day, as far as weather in Neon City went. His nerves calmed considerably after having borrowed a hit off of one of his co-workers, Roxas was ready for the night and what it brought to people of his occupation.

He'd returned to his apartment after getting what he needed to change into fresh clothes (not that he wasn't going to change as soon as he got to work anyhow), and was now walking merrily through the rain towards his place of work. The day seemed a bit better when you weren't suffering withdrawl.
((OOC: Friends only! Seeing as he has no friend at this point...))

The Boss finally told me what the new schedule is going to be. It's not so much a schedule of times, they're all the same. It's a schedule of events. So here goes.
Monday: Drag day ($300/half hour. Oh yay, I get to dress like a girl.)
Tuesday: Buy an hour get a half hour free ($550/hour and a half)
Wednesday: Drug day ($315/half hour + drug costs. The clients pay for both the service and the drugs. We also make sure they don't OD.)
Thursday: Kink day ($325/half hour. Some people don't know when to quit. I hate these days.)
Friday: Normal service ($275/ half hour)
Saturday: Normal service ($275/ half hour)
Sunday: Request days (Rate depends on request. They can request anything from Monday, Wednesday or Thursday)
I think I like Wednesdays best.
Note: Normal service is available all days.
Anyhow, I'm at work and they just called me down.

Side note: The Boss paid for some of us to get our pictures taken professionally for a portfolio for the house. They gave me copies of two of mine. Here they are.
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((I know that's Cloud hair, but there's no Roxas hair on IMVU that I've found.))
Finally. They said it couldn't be done. They said no one got out. Guess I proved them wrong. Finally, after taking on three jobs, I'm moving out of the House. I'll still work there, of course. I wouldn't be able to pay the rent on burger flipping and book shelving alone. I'm going to drop one, if not both, of those jobs. They served their purpose, and now I'd really like to be allowed time in my new apartment. (Especially with this nice new laptop I stole from the sleeping businessman found on the subway.)
It's rather nice, in my opinion. Well, nice compared to all of the other apartments in the city in my price range. The man who owns the complex is old and senile, I don't think he knows what he's doing anymore. But he knows he needs help, so I offered to make dinner for him once a week, and he seemed ecstatic with that offer. Probably part of the low rent. *Sigh* There's no kindness left in this city. Well, hardly any.
Maybe now that I'm through with having three jobs I can go back to school. It might be nice...