He would stop every few minutes to wipe the blood away from the area he was working on. While he did, the sailor would himself take a drink from the j...g. I could smell it in the air and knew it was more of the seemingly ever present anuut that was his drink of choice."You ever skipped a stone on water boy?" he asked."A few times," I answered."Wizards are like stones skipped on a puddle," he muttered before getting lost again in his work for a moment. When next he stopped to wipe away the blood. Their image verges on Goth, but they apparently don’t like that descriptor. A few of them even cut their wrists or post racy pictures of themselves on the Internet since they’re supposed to be emotional. Many have inferiority complexes. The article I’d read said most of them were misunderstood, and generally nice kids.Emo Girl sat beside me for a while, studied the other people, checked her large black and white watch several times, and appeared impatient. After ten minutes, she left without. Nate looked back into the drawer and confirmed what he saw the first time. The drawer was full of many pretty bras, panties, several pair of pantyhose, a couple of skirts and two pair of shoes. He became a bit embarrassed that he was looking at some woman's clothing, and pissed that all of that work was for a bunch of women's clothes.He got back into bed, wondering about the woman who left the clothes in there. Was it intentional, because she thought this would be a good place to dump her. "Well, everyone else is waiting, so we must be in the right place..."They waited, hugging each other for protection from the cold and the weird people that stumbled along the streets in this area. Not as bad as downtown, there was no stench of human urine permeating from the streets, but as they looked closer to the group of people waiting, there seemed to be a disconnect.Most of the group didn't seem to be the type to go to something like this.A few minutes later a truck pulled up and the guy.