It's not easy making a name for yourself

[SIMON CHAPMAN]

The library wasn't the first place to go looking for Simon Chapman, actually it was the last. This was probably why he'd finally decided to make an appearance there. Well, that, and the fact that it was a nice place to go if you didn't want to be bothered. Simon surely didn't today.

It was the first day with the bandage off of his nose and he was trying to avoid any fights, which he knew he was very capable of getting in if around other people. His mouth just liked to run, and the things that he said were never very polite in nature.

He wasn't here to read, though. He'd never had much patience for books. He was more of a magazine reader (those magazines being mostly Maxim and Playboy).

Simon was here for something much more juvenile.

Back in the Z-section, where no one ever ventured, he'd slid down against the wall and pulled out a lighter. It was oh-so typical of him to have a joint handy. He always did.

Putting that handy joint to his lips and lighting it with uncharacteristic ease (it usually took him three of four tries to get the shit lit) he took a long, eager drag.

Sighing out, and leaning forward to grab a book- just to keep himself busy, he took a look at the title. The Zodiac Killer.

"Niiice." He said to no one in particular and flipped to the first page.

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[CHEYENNE KINGSLEIGH]

Don't hide yourself in regret;
(Just love yourself and you're set.)

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Cheyenne was in the library. That in itself was something out of the ordinary. To make it more unusual, she was looking for books. To read. Her monthly check from her parents hadn't come yet, so her obsessive drinking habit had been put on a standstill for a few days. Sure, she could tag along with Jake, or any one of her friends, but she didn't enjoy being drunk in front of other people. It had led to problems in the past that involved men being much closer to her than she was comfortable with.

So, instead, she wandered the library. Cheyenne scanned the titles, smiling at ones she recognized and ignoring the ones that looked like they were for people who read dictionaries. The librarian had given her a strange look when she had walked in, and Chey was sure the woman was still watching her out of the corner of her eye. People that look like her apparently didn't wander libraries, unless they were causing trouble. She was tempted to run through the stacks, screaming profanities, but being banned for life from the library had it's disadvantages.

She had gotten out of bed that morning with wide eyes.

It's before noon, I'm not hungover, and I can actually think. What would she do though? It was too early to do anything fun, so she began to scout around for something to keep her occupied. A lone library book caught her eye, laying on a coffee table, probably a month past due. It was better than staying around her dorm, sulking in her sobriety, comforted by the morning cartoons that were constantly streaming loudly from the television.

Another corner was turned, mindlessly, grazing her fingers along the wall, she found herself almost stumbling over a person.

"Hey! What the-" It was Simon, joint in hand with a bandage over his freshly set nose.

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I'm on the right track baby;
(I was born this way.)

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[SIMON CHAPMAN]

Turns out books weren't so bad. At least, not this one. It had a lot of killing and shit. Simon found that pretty entertaining when it wasn't on the news or in his backyard. Flipping pages slowly as he got caught up in the story line, he let the joint hang from is lips, taking a small puff after every few sentences he read.

Suddenly being knocked into caused the book to fall from his lap,

"Fuck." He'd muttered as he pulled the joint from his lips huffily as he looked to the cause.

Shit. Not her. She was the reason his nose was still sore. Sighing out warily, he kept his gaze on her. Grunting slightly as he addressed her, he picked his book back up,

"Oh you. What a delightful surprise. Just what I need." He grumbled dryly, taking a drag a second later, and pulling the book back in front of his face. "Do carry on. I don't have time for anyone today." He muttered, almost to himself, as he tried to find where he'd left off in the book.

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[CHEYENNE KINGSLEIGH]

Don't hide yourself in regret;
(Just love yourself and you're set.)

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Dear Jesus, why me? He was reading and smoking, a combination Chey knew from experience made books much more entertaining, if a bit difficult for her to concentrate on.

Normally, Chey would've walked straight past him. Her last encounter made it very clear that she wanted nothing to do with him, and it kind of surprised her when she sat down in front of him and leaned forward. He had something she wanted, and every second he left it burning was another second she stayed sober. With a quick glance at his nose, she felt a pang of guilt.

"Listen, maybe I overreacted about, you know, everything." She stopped and bit the inside of her cheek.
"So, I'm sorry for busting up your nose," Cheyenne didn't usually apologize, but desperate times call for desperate measures, and something about the fact that the Ladies-Man was hiding in the library made her feel sorry for him.

Then again, he seemed pretty content.

"So, you gonna share or am I going to have to go rat you out to the campus police?"

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[SIMON CHAPMAN]

He'd contented himself to ignoring her, even if she said anything, which he was sure she would. Something along the lines of 'lol, how's the nose doin?' He really wasn't interested in being taunted right now. Not that he usually was. He could normally just tolerate it better.

At what she actually said, though, he had to lower the book, brow raised, joint dangling from his lips in obvious confusion.

"Well, that's a first." He said, pulling the blunt from his lips, and rolling his shoulders, "So, you say you're sorry, huh? Well, I can dig that." He nodded, actually a bit refreshed by someone saying sorry for causing him physical harm. Physical harm happened a lot to him. Apologies for it? Not so much. "I probably shouldn't talk so much shit. But hell, it's one of the many bad habits of mine- as you can see." He sighed out with a smirk, brow raising more when she asked for him to share.

Rolling his eyes a bit, he shook his head, smirk still on his lips, "Normally," He said, taking another drag, "I'd tell anyone who asked me to share to fuck off. Buuut, since you've just so recently proven to me that it isn't a good idea to fuck with you, take a hit." He shrugged, holding the joint out to her.

He figured as long as she didn't have ten friends coming along to take hits too, it wouldn't be so awful to share a little.

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[CHEYENNE KINGSLEIGH]

Don't hide yourself in regret;
(Just love yourself and you're set.)

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What the fuck am I doing? Chey thought as she put the joint to her lips.
I hate this kid. She drew in a breath, taking her time and blew it out slowly.
/That/ is why I'm doing this. Her lips curled upward, and her mind retreated back as she let go of her sobriety. She'd never gotten high in a library, partially because it seemed like a step away from trying to light up in a police station. But now, it seemed like the perfect place. No one really came in, and the librarian was busy in the back room half the time.

"Thanks," She said, handing it back after another hit had been taken. "Maybe you aren't the little shit I thought you are," Chey joked, knowing it wasn't easy to share with complete strangers, much less a girl who had punched him in the nose.

"And yeah, if you plan on living past 25, you should probably work on that," Cheyenne didn't want to rip this boy's throat out, which was a drastic change. He was just another fucked up kid now. Stealing hits behind a stack of library books.

"Wait, have you, like...done this before?" She asked, gesturing to the books around them and the joint now safely in Simon's hand.

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I'm on the right track baby;
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[SIMON CHAPMAN]

Laughing lightly at her comment, more casual about being called a little shit because he was too high to care, he took back the joint gladly. "That's always good to hear." He chuckled as he took another long drag, holding smoke in, blowing it out in a ring.

"Sweet. I can only do that like three times out of ten." He said as he tried again and proved his own point. Tilting his head back against the wall, and marking the page he'd been on in the book- because, shit, that stuff was good literature- he looked back over to her.

"Work on what? Not talking so much shit? Yeahh, probably. I think my personal censor's broken or something." He shrugged carelessly. Glancing around as she gestured to the joint and the books he paused, trying to figure out what she meant,

"Nah, I've never smoked here before. Figured it'd be a good place to try, though." He finally replied, rubbing at his nose, wincing, taking another drag.

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[CHEYENNE KINGSLEIGH]

Don't hide yourself in regret;
(Just love yourself and you're set.)

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Cheyenne watched as he blew rings with his smoke, impressively. She'd never been fixated with the small things about smoking, it was a very nitty-gritty thing where she came from; standing in the woods with a smashed pop can and a matchbook. She'd only learned how not to cough while holding it it, so rings were more glamorous than her decent, if slow breaths.

"Rings? How the fuck do you do that anyway?" She asked, quizzically. Maybe it was a tongue trick, like whistling. Chey had never been a very good whistler to begin with.

"And, like I said, sorry...bout the nose," Again, she apologized, watching him wince.

He seemed rather careless about the fact that they sat inside a library, and Chey didn't want to worry about things that didn't matter, so she held out her hand for his joint, hoping she'd be able to get to the point where nothing mattered.

"I'm keeping my fingers crossed anyway,"

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I'm on the right track baby;
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[SIMON CHAPMAN]

"I think it's all in the tongue. But I still haven't figured out how to get it down every time, so I could be wrong." He mused, trying again to make a smoke ring. It worked. Kind of. Blowing out smoke as he sighed, he handed the joint back to her,

"Well, anyway, I'mma get it down pat sooner or later. And then it'll be my signature move." He nodded, with a small smirk.

Shrugging as she apologized again, he smirked a bit more, "No worries. I've had worse done to me." He said, in what was supposed to be a reassuring manner. The fact he had to compare this pain to past pain was just a bit pathetic, though. He didn't give a fuck, he was high.

When he took the joint back from her again, he twirled it between his fingers, "I've smoked in much worse locations." He admitted, remembering the numerous times where he'd almost been/actually been caught.

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[CHEYENNE KINGSLEIGH]

Don't hide yourself in regret;
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Cheyenne knew she'd be trying that move when she was on her own. It was just too intriguing to pass up. She could exhale through her nose without difficulty, but beyond that, she wasn't very skilled with her smoke.

"I'm sure you have," Cheyenne laughed and took a drag, letting the smoke burn her lungs and throat. As she exhaled, she glanced around, just to make sure. If the smoke didn't catch someone's attention, the smell would eventually.

"I usually just toke up at my house, it's safer," She admitted, without mentioning her immense collection of, uh, paraphernalia that she had sitting on a shelf, waiting for her to use to her heart's content.

"I'm not usually a fan of joints,"

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Tagged: Simon.
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[SIMON CHAPMAN]

"Yeahhh." Simon sighed out through a puff of smoke. Was it strange to be used to getting your ass kicked? Probably. Simon just didn't have the will-power to shut himself up, though. He stated everything like a fact, whether people agreed with him or not.

"Yeah, I do that a lot more often. But sometimes when I'm out, I just need a joint right then and-" He was beginning to say as he looked up to see the librarian standing at the end of the section, arms crossed, brow raised threateningly,

"I'm calling the cops in a few minutes, whether you're here anymore or not." She informed the two. That was enough for Simon. Putting the joint out on the sole of his shoe he got up and.

"So, next time I know the library isn't the best location." He stated with a smirk. "Anyway, see you around, I guess.." He said with a slightly awkward wave, heading off in the direction
of the exit.

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