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Post by aaron on Jun 10, 2011 23:21:55 GMT -5
Aaron's eyed the chat in amusement He was definitely getting some tonight, and no..he wasn't going to rape the girl. She would be more than willing to have sex with him, even if it meant getting her drunk and high off her ass. She was definitely hot, a little shy and innocent, but he could get passed that. He found it utterly amusing that Ian didn't trust him, and well he shouldn't. The fact that the girl was like a lost puppy made this even better. Finally she decided she would come, and a sly smirk spread across his face.He stood up causing Carson to look up at him. "Don't expect me back tonight." [/b] He grinned, before heading out the door. hearing Carson's laugh behind him. He didn't know what he would think of this, but he didn't care. James would probably tell him anyways. He had the heroin in a case, and he walked into James' room not caring to knock at all. He smirked at the boy, happy that he offered up his dorm. They just shared a look before laughing. "Thanks!" [/b]he yelled behind him as James left. Chuckling to himself. He took out a bud, and lit up, taking a long drag. The light headed sensation coming across him. He relaxed on the bed taking a few more drags before opening a vodka bottle. He took a small sip before hearing a knock on the door. A sly smile appeared on his face as he stood to open the door. He eyed the girl, trying not to lick his lips. Damn she was fine, and that outfit..oh that outfit. "Well hello beautiful, come on in."[/b] He moved out of her way, then pointed to a package on the bed. "There you go doll, free of charge."[/b] He smirked again, before closing the door. This day was going to be good.[/size][/blockquote] notes! kinda crap..
words! 345ish
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- Toastehh of Caution 2.0
- Lyrics - I feel like dancin' - All Time Low
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Post by alliya on Jun 10, 2011 23:39:57 GMT -5
  I'M THE NEW CANCER[/B][/size][/font][/size] •• N E V E R • L O O K E D • B E T T E R ••[/i] A N D Y O U C A N ' T S T A N D I T- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Alli made the seemingly long trek from room 214 to room 220. She wasn’t sure why she had agreed to this, and she wasn’t sure why Ian agreed to it either. She wanted to get better. She wanted to show Blake that she could do it. She wanted to prove to the people the doubted her that she could do it. Of course that was wrong. She was going to shoot up again tonight just to get rid of the aching pain.
She knocked on the door and looked down the hall. She thought about just leaving. Walking back down the hall and going into Ian’s room before collapsing on his bed and curling into a ball to try to ease the pain. Of course that wasn’t going to happen because as soon as she took a step away, the door opened. She saw Aaron and smiled. It wasn’t a full smile, it was more of a worried smile. She didn’t want to do this, but it was basically forcing her. She didn’t want this pain anymore. She didn’t want the cold chills running her body.
She walked into the room and went over to the package that he pointed to. She wasn’t sure if he had any of the things to cook it with, because all of that was in Blake’s room. She didn’t keep any of her own, and since he was locked up for the time being, it was highly unlikely that she could go get it. ”Do you have anything to…. You know?…. Cook it with?” she said softly. She didn’t want to admit to him that she was too scared to smoke it, or do anything else with it. Shooting up was her only option in her mind.
She opened the package and looked down at the heroin. She shut her eyes before taking the belt off her jeans. She needed some way to pop her veins up to shoot up in. She knew that everything came in handy. If only she had something. She smiled when he handed over a spoon and a lighter. At least he came more prepared than she did. She put some of the drug on the spoon before heating it up, and bringing it into the syringe. She set the needle down, she had one with her at least. She didn’t trust other people’s needles for good reason, and quickly wrapped the belt around her arm before inserting the sharp object into her skin.
She shut her eyes and pushed the plunger down, releasing the strong drug into her system. She waited a minute before taking off the belt, and putting it to the side. She felt the drug being moved around her system and smiled. The pain was slowly leaving, and she was beginning to feel the real temperature of the room. At least the withdrawal symptoms were leaving. Finally she could act like a normal kid, well…. As normal as a kid can get for shooting up in the middle of a dorm room.
”Do you want some?” she asked finally opening her eyes and seeing him smile at her. Leave it to him. Regardless if he wanted more, she did, but she didn’t want to release herself to taking more than necessary to get rid of the symptoms.
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Post by aaron on Jun 11, 2011 0:43:27 GMT -5
Aaron watched the girl with interest as she went through what seemed like a routine. He personally never shot up, or did any of the strong shit. He just had it to sell, and well ha had to say, he was kinda glad he didn't do heroin, it seemed like to much work. He leaned against the wall, taking a few more hits his eyes still on her. He had given her the lighter and anything else she needed. He found it interesting, how much tension in her body disappeared after she shot up. He took a sip out of his vodka bottle before sitting down by her. When she offered him to shoot up he shook his head. "No no, thats all for you, you can keep it, special thanks." [/b] He gave her a sly smirk and handed the vodka to her. "Here have some." [/b]He smiled and finished off his bud. Feeling high as ever. He sat against the wall. "So, how did a pretty girl like you get hooked on a drug like this?[/b]" he asked nodding towards the needle. "I mean, damn..dont think i've met many people who shoot up. Especially at your age." [/b]He smirked a little knowing she was only fifteen. He didnt feel bad one bit about what he was doing, or even planning on doing. He was here for his benefit, and his alone. He didn't care what others wanted, or who got hurt, and he was going to go through with this. Yeah she'll probably run to her brother, but Aaron could give a shit less about what Ian did. He could handle himself, and as long as he had fun. Then he was set. He scooted closer to the girl. "here let me take that, dont want to shoot up anymore than you need to."[/b] He smiled gently before taking the needle and putting it away. Of course this was all an act, he wasn't that nice. [/size][/blockquote] notes! kinda crap..
words! 358ish
outfit! here
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tag! Alli
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- Toastehh of Caution 2.0
- Lyrics - I feel like dancin' - All Time Low
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Post by alliya on Jun 11, 2011 20:56:12 GMT -5
I'M THE NEW CANCER [/B][/size][/font][/size] •• N E V E R • L O O K E D • B E T T E R ••[/i] A N D Y O U C A N ' T S T A N D I T- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - She nodded when he said that it was for her. It seemed that he didn’t use the drug, but either sold it or kept it for friends. She didn’t blame him. At times she wished that she didn’t get involved with it, but hell. Things happen. He handed her a half filled bottle of vodka and she looked at it. She wasn’t sure if she wanted to drink. Usually when she did she had Blake with her, and he’d watch out for her. But he wasn’t available right now and it would be fully up to her.
She sighed when he asked how she got hooked on it. It was stupid family drama mostly. ”My family was completely tied up with Ian being gay because they caught him with Carson, but what they don’t know is that shortly before me and Carson had broken up. I went off with one of my other friends, he’s older like 18ish. He got me started as a way to take my mind off of things, and then we got together. Technically I’m still with him, but I haven’t seen him for a few months since he first got sent here. He got caught with our full stash and ended up in iso. I’ve actually been doing this for about a year or two now. Started when I was thirteen I believe.” she said as she took a drink. She didn’t want to deal with this tonight.
She smiled at him as he took away the needle and the rest of the heroin and put the whole thing back in the package. She would take it before she left, but she wasn’t sure what she was going to do. At least the withdrawal symptoms left. She took another swig of the vodka and let the burning drink go down to her stomach. She shut her eyes as she felt her stomach heat up from the alcohol. It felt weird, since she hadn’t drank in a while, and the last time she did was when she told Blake about her being raped.
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Post by aaron on Jun 12, 2011 1:52:14 GMT -5
Aaron nodded and listened as she explained why she was here. A small smile appearing on his lips for a second as she mentioned Carson and Ian.He didn't know why, but he found that boys love for Ian amusing. Personally he had no clue how he could love. For all he knew, Carson was a heartless bastard. He shook his head when she finished. "Damn, that sucks. I wouldn't want to be addicted to something that strong." [/b] He shook his head and chuckled a bit. "I just sell it, give some to friends going through withdraws."[/b] Okay so he didn't really just give it to friends, this was the only time he never made anyone pay, though..i guess you could say Alli would pay him in another way. He cleared his throat and watched her drink the vodka. "So..did you blame your brother for getting you addicted?" [/b]He asked casually, trying to make small talk with her. Though he had no clue if he was doing okay with it. Most girls, or guys he hooked up with actually wanted to hook up. He didn't actually need to get them drunk before hand. He wanted this, and he wanted this bad, so like anything else, he was going to get it. He looked her over once more, a excited glint in his eye. Yes, he knew he would have plenty of fun tonight. He had complete confidence in himself. Bo way this girl would get his heroin, and then leave. He was getting something in return. [/size][/blockquote] notes! kinda crap..
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tag! Alli
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- Toastehh of Caution 2.0
- Lyrics - I feel like dancin' - All Time Low
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Post by alliya on Jun 12, 2011 9:58:59 GMT -5
I'M THE NEW CANCER [/B][/size][/font][/size] •• N E V E R • L O O K E D • B E T T E R ••[/i] A N D Y O U C A N ' T S T A N D I T- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - She looked over at him, taking another drink as he said that he wouldn’t want to be addicted to something that strong. She knew what that was like. She hated it too. But the highs that it created were amazing. ”I hate being addicted, both me and Blake have tried quitting, hence why we’re here. We don’t want to go onto the methadone, but sometimes we use it. He kept our stash so that if I got caught with it, it wouldn’t be a lot.” she said.
When he asked if he blamed her brother for being addicted and she shook her head. She didn’t know who she blamed, but it wasn’t Ian. Ian was dealing with just as much that she was at the time. ”I don’t know who I blame. Blake was trying to help at the time, Ian was tied up with our parents. I really just don’t know” she said softly.
His question was beginning to make her think about it. Blake was the one that first shot her up with the drug, she was afraid of needles at the time, and he was the one that had to shoot it into her arm. She refused to smoke it, so shooting up at the parties became the main thing. She didn’t really fight Blake when he did, but still. She played with the bottle in her lap. She took a rather large drink that time. She didn’t want to be thinking about these things.
She knew that she was a lightweight. And right now, she didn’t care one bit. She wanted to forget that she was beginning to try to figure out who to blame. In her mind, the prominent one was Blake. She loved him and didn’t want to blame him at all. She took another swig and she could feel the alcohol going into her system fully. She felt lightheaded, and smiled. She almost dropped the bottle, but caught it after spilling a little bit of the liquid on herself.
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