RADAR LOVE.

[Rhy Bennett]

Finally, a morning off.

Some might assume Rhy a vampire for how much time she spent cooped up in the mornings, hardly ever seeing the rays of the Miami sun. It was slightly of her own accord as well as her an out of her hands source. While it was her job that kept her in the jobs, working on the cars that kept coming in, some damaged from the regular fender bender others from more illegal purposes. She could have worked nights, the more desirable shifts, so she actually have fun in the sun, to to speak. But the morning shifts were longer, and held more business. More business, more money. More money, more freedom. More freedom, no dirty money. At least, in Rhy's mind it worked like that. Although, she was a bit unsure about it. She had seen many cases were people got into the dirty money, only planning for a little dabble, just to make it by, y'know? Only to get sucked in, so much that things got lost when they were only trying to get gained...including their lives. As Rhy saw it, if she made enough clean money, she could get out before it got to much. She only prayed she wasn't in to deap already.

To forget her troubles, the young women had gone on a stroll with her favorite and only companion, Bruno. The yearling Pit bounced about, making it hard to contain him with a mere strap of leather connected to his collar. Gripping the black leash, she sighed as he bounded forward even more. God. That dog had to be related to the energizer bunny. Finding a small clearing, away from the prying eyes of displeased park goers at the dog, she sat down in the grass, thankful for the 'not to cold but not to hot' type of weather. It was perfect for Bruno, who galloped about as if he had never been outside before. Rhy giggled slightly, that dog sure was a bright light in her life, something that made each day different from the last. Was that good? She wasn't sure, but it did make it exciting. Grabbing the camo frizbee, she tossed it out, laying back as the pit jumped and grabbed it, though simply sat and chewed on it. Ok, so Bruno wasn't the ideal dog, so what? At least he was a friend.

Something she seemed to lack these days. Inside, she yearned for the support of any kind of relationship. It was simply Rhy, the need to have something to fall back on, to ease her paranoia. Ever since she had graduated, the number of friends had suddenly decreased. They had no way of connecting, they had no need to see each other every day. Sighing in dissapointment, she rolled over on her side, meeting nose to nose with Bruno. She laughed, gently patting him on the head. The dog barked, look back, and then suddenly broke into a galloping run. Eyes wide, Rhy bolted up, and in a sudden reflex, ran after him. God, that dog needed some training. He knew basically everything that every other dog knew, but sometime it seemed like every once and a while his mind was just seemingly wiped clean. Running forward, she got a lost, hopeless look on his face as the pit dashed through the crowd to suddenly stop. Rhy couldn't tell what had made him stop, but he soon started barking in his 'I want to be your friend' tone. Oh god. He had found somebody. Picking up her pace, she stumbled through the crowd, murmuring apologies until she made her way to Bruno and whoever he had decided to terrorize with his friendly love.

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[Jamal Conner]

Jamal hadn't had business for a few days, and he was actually enjoying it. He was good on his money and he was pretty happy with things at the moment. The only thing he was uneasy about, was his business. He hadn't heard from any of his customers, that could be very bad. It could mean that they were caught, or they went to other dealers. Either way, if they were caught, they might tell the cops where they got it, and if they switched dealers, they could tell the new dealer who they used to buy from. And that could mean that they want to eliminate the competition. But, Jamal didn't want to worry about that now.

It was time that Jamal found something new to do for money. Maybe, just maybe, he could go back to his old ways and work for his money. But this could be more difficult than he expected. He decided to take a walk to get his mind off of the drugs and think about what he could do. He got dressed and headed to one of the near by parks. He was wearing a pair of baggy blue jeans, a black t-shirt that was way too big for him, a gray hoodie and a pair of white skate shoes. As he walked, he passed people as the walked passed him. He would say sorry to the people that he ran into and the people that ran into him, even though it wasn't their fault.

Suddenly, Jamal heard people gasping and screaming. He looked forward, but didn't see anything except for people moving apart, as if they were a part of the Red Sea. He saw a large dog run up to him and start barking at him. Jamal didn't know what to do, he had never had anything like this happen to him. Other than police dogs, but this wasn't a police dog, or, at least he hoped it wasn't. He saw a girl chasing after the dog and he looked a bit confused when she approached him "Is this your dog? I thought he was going to tackle me" He said with a slight laugh.

[Rhy Bennett]

Oh god.

Her dog was going to be the death of her. He truly was. Always approaching strangers, making her interact with people when she never wanted to. It wasn't as if she wasn't a friendly person, Rhy was probably one of the friendliest in this part of Miami. It just was, people scared her. She wasn't sure how this fear had originated and what was behind it's origins, she was just sure it was a very large and irrational. She found it slightly funny, in a bitter tasting sort of way, she knew her fear was irrational but made no action to face it. She was content in her little bubble, under her hoodie or her hat, avoiding eye contact and apologizing politely if she ever did make contact with someone. It was just the way she was raised, a sort of made-by-herself reflex. Of course, Bruno had to go at it again, just had to approach someone. Sometimes, Rhy swore, her dog was more interested in making friends than she was.

She had to admit, Bruno did have good taste. The man he approached was of her variety, her 'type' so to speak. Most found it an odd gene out in her, the way she fell for the 'gangster' looking men, with their saggy pants and caps turned side-ways. Or, at least, that's how her mother described them. Rhy would simply roll her eyes, telling herself that every guy she fell for wasn't that way, even if it was true, that it was all just a very big coincidence. She studied him for a millisecond, a talent of sorts to read people quick as they came they left. She was good at observing, no matter how sad the reason why it was. Smiling sheepishly, the blush growing in her cheeks, Rhy pulled Bruno back. " I see you've met Bruno, or, well Bruno met you, " What was this, no stutter? Rhy lingered on it only for a moment, quickly banishing the thought away. It was slightly weird, how all of the fear had suddenly melted away and confidence had formed. Weird, very weird. Laughing along with him, she gave a casual shrug and gestured for Bruno to sit. " Yes, unfortunately, this guy is mine. Tackle? Oh no, Bruno would never hurt a fly. No, tackling is the least of your problems with him, the thing you have to look out for is the licking. Good intentions, horrible breath, " Giving another giggle, she gave him a shy smile. It was a miracle she hadn't turned around the moment she apologized. As a reflex, Rhy pulled her hat down over her eyes. Finally, something normal. Hiding behind her hat. It was an old hat, but looked new. Something Tyrese had given her the middle of their faded relationship. The bittersweet taste came back to her mouth and she fidgeted with the cap, cocking it slightly to the side. It was mad of shiny material, green reflective dollar bills adorning it.

Rhy pulled at the ends of her white top, see through to the spaghetti strap belly top. Her blue jeans adorned holes in them at the knee and her brown hair fell in waves across her shoulders. Her doe eyes, which had given her the name Baby Bambi, glanced up at him beneath the rim of the hat. Where was her manners? She had forgotten to introduce herself. That was surely not acceptable. Clearing her throat, Rhy folded her arms to stop the shaking in them. It was something that happened regularly, the shaking, especially when she was nervous. She paid no mind to it, having gotten used to it over the years. " Um, hi. I'm Rhy, but you can call me Baby or Bambi, everybody does. The menacing terror is Bruno, as you know. What has you out here? No offense intended, really, but you don't seem to be the type strolling about by yourself, " She raised her eyebrows with a sincere curious look about her face. No, Rhy would never mock someone, ever. Being afraid of people, as well as the hurt she had felt in her past, she never wished to cause anyone any pain. No, she would never live with herself if she ever did.

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[Jamal Conner]

Jamal smiled as the girl pulled the dog back "Yeah, I would say that Bruno pretty much met me." He said with a small laugh. This girl was cute. That was for sure. He was kind of happy that her dog ran up to him. Jamal liked meeting new people, but this was kind of weird, but he had a good feeling. He didn't feel awkward at all, which was kind of awkward in itself.

Jamal laughed when she spoke about the dog not hurting him, but licking him. When she talked about his breath Jamal smiled again and shook his head. "Sounds like a beastly dog to me" He joked. He could tell she was a little nervous when she pulled her hat over her eyes. But he used to be the same way, he was shy among people he didn't know, or just met. But he seemed to show his shyness more than she did.

Jamal nodded when she told him their names. "Well, Bambi, I'm Jamal...I guess you can either call me Jamal or Smoke, I'll answer to either." He said. Smoke was something he picked up in high school. When he played football, he would blow past the defense and they rarely be able to catch him. So, he would 'smoke' them.

{{Sorry it's so short}}