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Oz sighed impatiently, looking over to the two guards on either side of him that were to lead him to his room. He pulled out a cigarette and placing it on his lips, looking for a lighter, "You guys really know how to treat a junkie huh?" He said sarcastically, lighting his smoke, only to have his cigarette and lighter snatched away by one of the guards. "Contraband." was the only response from the guard. Oz just rolled his eyes, automatically thinking of all the other things he's smoked that were a thousand times worse than a measly cigarette.

When they neared the room the guards shoved him in, making him fall to the floor, "Ouch." he muttered, his suitcase landing beside him. As he heard the door close he sat up, looking to the girl in the room, nodding to her, "What's up roomie?" he reached into his jacket, finding the pack of cigarettes hidden in his jacket, standing to plop down on the available bed in the room, opening the window beside it, "I'm Oz." Oz took his jacket off, revealing his tattoo covered arms and moving his long hair out of his eyes.