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Hit the Road OOC)
The sun beamed brightly through the windows of a small Quickstop called 'The Dixie Boy', A small array of tables set up to the right corner of the room for drivers to stop, fill up and have a bite to eat. The Baltimore traffic began to start booming as the electronic clock at the top over the door flame clicked it's red florescent numbers to '11:37'.
The tables and chairs were a tacky dark green, and the occupants of the entire room seemed to be those that either crawled out of the ghetto for a snack, or inbreds of the trailer park. Homeless gatherd around the counter, aching for the on-the-ball cashier to blink for a second away from the unlocked register. Bulky gang members strided through the isles of snacks and baked goods, eyeing the place out. Among these usualy 'Baltimorians' were elderly citizens, and the usual punker.