Matter of Time||Aleksei/Open

[tristan]

He didn‘t want to be here. He didn‘t need to be here. This was by far the last place on his do to list, and yet here he was. That was how it always started though, with him thinking nothing was wrong and everyone else freaking out because apparently he was slowly killing himself. He had to chuckle at the thought. Killing himself was the last thing he had in mind. He was just having fun. Being the front man of a band meant that he had to have fun. Or at least, keep up with the reputation of the ‘front man‘. Being in a band meant that you did wild and crazy things and made people‘s jaws drop with complete shock. At least, that was how he liked to think of it. Apparently he was wrong about that too though, seeing as he was now a new student at Hawthorne Academy.

Shit, he really didn‘t need this right now. What he needed was to be back in L.A. with the band and living life to the fullest. Actually, what he really needed was a good hit. He scratched at the track marks on the inside of his left arm. Being right handed had meant far more marks on his left arm. With his many tattoos though, they covered up at least a few of them. So maybe he did have a minor problem.. No, he could quit at any time. He just didn‘t want to. That was it. He loved the high that he got from it… and when it was mixed with a bullet, all was well and he couldn‘t be in a better place. There wasn‘t anything better than a good high… which meant that he needed to find a dealer, fast. Because what he brought would only last him a couple of weeks. Or perhaps he could just hold out until he could leave the place? Yeah… like that was going to happen.

Continuing to scratch at the inside of his arm, Tristan walked down the hallway and toward his supposed dorm room. He hoped his roommate wouldn‘t be in at the moment. There was nothing worse than awkward silences and/or pathetic small talk. His large duffle bag was slung over his shoulder, his guitar was in it‘s case and held in his left hand. There was no way he would be going anywhere without it. If they were going to take the band from him, the least they could do was allow him to keep his guitar. He glanced down at himself, looking over his attire. It was a Motley Crue shirt from their Too Young To Fall In Love album, baggy jeans that hung low on his hips and that were faded in places, and his favorite pair of Chuck Taylors. His head was covered by a white beanie, and though he absolutely despised wearing his glasses, they were currently perched upon the bridge of his nose. He flicked at his lip ring with his tongue a couple of times before finally reaching for the door knob and turning it. It was only a matter of time before he made his out of this fucking hell hole.

Tags: Open/Aleksei
Notes: Sort of a welcoming thread for Tristan. Not my best, but it‘s just a starter.

[aleksei jonathon jakobs]

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Aleks sat on his bed, back against the headboard, his eyes pulled to a book. It was another of the Palahniuk's that were stashed under his bed, one of the only writers Aleks deigned to read. He couldn't say he read a lot, if only when he was pissed off, as a way to live things that he'd probably be imprisoned for attempting. Well, in some sort of way. The things which occurred in 'Haunted' were just mainly gruesome, and portrayed a perfect picture of the attention-seeking idiots people really were. Honestly, if you're gonna cut off fingers, let it be someone else's, not your own. Or only cut a pinkie.

His laptop was propped up on the side table, Slipknot playing through the speakers. Psychosocial, if we're gonna be specific. Yeah, Aleks was sorta pissed. He had already thrown the lamp onto the floor, and his knuckles were bruised. Why? His fucking therapist had told him he was getting a fucking roommate. Like fuck

[/u] were they giving him a roommate. But apparently his rage wasn't considered in this decision, and after making him swallow a couple of lorazepam, he therapist had sent him back to his room with instructions to clear out any stuff which was on the opposite side of the room. Apparently they had told him so late simply because they wanted him to have less time to react. Aleks could sort see their point, cause if he had been given more time, he was sure he could of stopped this somehow. But as it was, all he had done was knock over a bookshelf (which included general destruction of the books on it), hitting a wall, and pushing over his lamp (they stopped giving him easily breakable objects inside his room after the third incident, so it had only bounced).

He hated the idea of a roommate. Someone invading his space, his domain? No fucking way. When he had been living at home, he hadn't even let his parents to come onto the floor of the house that contained his room. Given that it was a four-story house and he was on the top floor, that was easier than expected, but still. He didn't like it. His eyes flicked up as the door opened, and his eyes flicked over the boy who entered. Tall, tattooed, and reasonably well dressed. He also had a few piercings. Nothing infuriating too far, but still, most people ended up being so. "If you're a selfharmer, don't leave bloodied stuff around, I get in enough trouble. If you're suicidal, please go kill yourself, but either let me do it, or go fuck off and don't get me in trouble. And if you're one of those fucking phobia kids, just plain fuck off. If you're an anger kid, don't even try it, I fight with knives. Sex addict... Well, that's self explanatory. And if you're a druggie, I expect sharing at least semi-frequently." He really didn't expect to be sharing a room with one of the few sociopath's, since even the management knew that the product of that would be a few murders an da burned down house.
Aleks eyes had flicked off his book, now fixed on the boy, but he made no move to turn down the music, which had now skipped to Duality. In his view, he could hear himself perfectly fine, and if the boy wanted to turn down the music, fuck him. Oh, and just for his records "Name?"[/size][/blockquote][/blockquote]

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^{TAG - tristan
WORDS - five hundred and eighty something.
NOTES - heya =)
TUNES - gehenna, slipknot.
CREDIT - template by MUNZTAR * of caution 2.0}

[tristan]

Well, here went nothing. So long as the roommate wasn’t in, all would be well. He wasn’t quite in the mood for talking to anyone. He just wanted to lay down, shoot up, and drink some beer. End of story. However, since when did anything go according to plan any more? Stepping through the threshold, he not only heard Slipknot playing through some loud speakers, but was immediately started on with a rant about something. Shaking his head a bit and narrowing his brow, he looked the guy over and tried his best to get everything the guy was saying. Naturally, he only caught bits and pieces of it, a few things sticking, like all the sterotypes he was throwing out there like they were normal around here. Well… it was a school for the troubled teen, so maybe those were categories? Bahaha, he laughed out loud at the thought, debating on even talking to the guy or going on his own way.

Licking his lips, he looked around the room, slowly dropping his duffle bag to the ground and perching his guitar up against a nearby desk. Crossing his arms over his chest in a casual manner, he figured that the best way to get this whole thing over with was to just speak up and give the kid what he wanted. He could keep it very straight to the point or elaborate. This kid seemed like a to the point sort of character, much like he himself was. Which gave him the answer he needed. ”I’m neither suicidal nor a self harmer. You could say I’m addicted to sex, but who isn’t these days. I’d love to go fuck off, but I haven’t seen anyone cute enough yet. And as for phobias, you say? I’m not afraid of shit. If you expect me to share my stash, you best give me something in return, deal? Is there anything else I can answer for you?”

Tristan smirked and leaned against the wall with his shoulder. Hopefully he gave the guy all the answers he had wanted. He wasn’t one to beat around the bush, and this guy didn’t seem that type either. Looking around, he saw the mess that was laid out in front of him. Books were everywhere, a bookshelf on it’s side, a lamp tossed carelessly. Looks like he had some anger problems… perhaps he was just as excited about having a roommate as he was? He chuckled at the thought. It actually looked like his room back in L.A. He hated losing his stash… and whenever it happened, it usually meant time to devour the room and search every nook and cranny. Hell, maybe this guy lost his stash. ”Listen, man, I’m not happy to be here or in a room with anyone, for that matter. I can be civil so long as you are. I don’t want to start any trouble or get into any shit. I just want to get out of here as fast as I can and be back in L.A.”

Picking up his stuff, he threw his duffle onto the empty bed on the other side of the room and walked his way over there. Turning a bit to look over his shoulder, Tris smirked before speaking up again. ”Tristan. You? And if all of your play lists consist of this kind of music, we may just get along after all.”

Tags: Open/Aleksei
Notes: This is gonna be fun. XD

[aleksei jonathon jakobs]

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Aleks cocked his head to one side. So the boy was a druggie? He couldn't really say he was that surprised; what with that style and those tattoos the likelihood of him being one of the goody-two-shoes was highly unlikely. And so the drugs seemed like an easy category. The boy asked if he had any questions? Fuck yes he had lots of questions. Why the fuck was the boy taking over his living space. But questions that were essential to this moment in time? Only a few. Maybe narrowed down to one. "What drugs do you do." Since he was going in for the full info. Aleks leant over to where the music was still coming out of the speakers of the laptop, and turned the music a few notches down.

And also, if the boy really wanted to operate a give/take system (they never worked, and were always falling down) then Aleks could only deliver his usual. "Why don't we just say, I'll be nice and not wake you up with a knife to your throat. He smirked at the boy, his head tilted to the side as he watched him. "And then I'll be helpful roommate, and get you in touch with suppliers and dealers, and if you even start to go through withdrawal, you unlucky bastard, I'll dose you up on benzos till you can't sleep straight. Then now and again, when I've just refrained from slitting your throat, you can be a gentleman and share with me." Coming from Aleks, the deal was a pretty good one. Meaning, the boy actually got something in return. And considering Aleks' supply of benzodiazepines easily rivaled the nurses office, and had enough to keep him asleep for a month, the offer wasn't an exaggerated one. As for getting him in touch with suppliers... Well, he had Eliza, and she did drugs, so that was that.

Aleks raised an eyebrow as the boy started talking about the fact he didn't want to be here. Really, no shit Sherlock. But not start any trouble or get into any shit? He laughed, his trademark giggle sounding strange next to the quiet sound of Slipknot. "Hah, fuck, good luck with that. Unless you'd like to die of boredom, put up with this place and face up to the fact you're gonna be here longer than you want. Looking on the bright side, sunshine, as soon as you turn eighteen you can get the fuck out of this place." He grinned. "As long as you don't let mummy and daddy guilt trip you, the bastards."

He watched as the boy walked over to the other side of the room, and dumped his bag on the bed. No you don't that my extra bed you motherfucking fag, get the hell away from it. Aleks' hands drew into fists, his fingernails drawing bright white crescents into his palms, where continual purple bruises lay. He could of had worse. He could of had a fucking anorexic who hid food under his bed or shit. He could of had some kid who had a fucking panic attack every time they heard a loud noise. Instead he got this... Tristan, as the boy had just introduced himself, who at least wasn't a pussy or a fucking goody-two-shoes. His music taste? Aleks rolled his eyes. "I listen to a range. Anything from shit like this to sometimes even The Dresden Dolls. But then you probably don't even know who they are, do yah now?" He wondered slightly if his English accent slipped through at all - after all the time he had spent here he was never really sure of it himself. Oh, and then common courtesy "And the name's Aleks."

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^{TAG - tristan
WORDS - just over six hundred.
NOTES - yeah, i'm looking forward to this =)
TUNES - the tap-tap-tap of my laptop keyboard.
CREDIT - template by MUNZTAR * of caution 2.0}

[tristan]

What kind of drugs did he do? That was the question that popped into the guy's mind first? Perhaps he too was hooked. And maybe, just maybe, he had some dealers that would hook him up for the right price. Tris only had so much in his stash to begin with. And if he didn't find a dealer soon, he'd end up going ape shit and wake up with blood on his hands. Not that it would be the first time. In fact, it would probably be the fifth? Tristan ran his fingers back through his thick black hair. It was best to just not think about it for the time being. All would work itself out in time if this kid was also a druggie and had his hook ups. He lowered his glasses and rubbed at his eyes in a tired fashion. "Heroin and coke mostly... But I won't turn down other stuff if it were offered. Except meth... It fucked my shit up far more than I had intended." And by that he meant that it nearly killed him, along with a few others. Some would say it was a bad batch, others would say it was some good shit and they just overdosed. Either way, Tris would never be messed up enough to try that again.

Opening up his duffle bag, he pushed a few things around and grabbed for the tiny bag that he had hidden. It held a rather large amount of cocaine, enough to get him through a week or two. But upon hearing what the guy was saying, he paused with it in his hands. If he really was going to hook him up and be a 'nice roommate' the least Tristan could do was offer some up to him. Turning around, he sat on the bed and held out the little bag in front of him, his elbows perched on his knees. "Deal. You don't kill me and I'll share. And if you can hook me up, I'll be willing to share even more." He raised one eyebrow and tilted his head ever so slightly to the right. "You sound like you're hooked too.. Is that why your here? Or is it for anger, seeing as the room looks torn to shit, man." He let out a low chuckle, it was soft but audible over the music that had been turned down just a bit. Hell, maybe it was both. Or perhaps the guy was just psychotic. Who the hell knew.

Tristan narrowed his brow as he looked at the guy. Sunshine? Really? He sighed and shook his head. No, he didn't want to get into any trouble, but he really couldn't live with himself if he died of boredom. Well, he did only have a few months until he turned 18, but who knew what the justice system was going to do with him after that. "Sadly, the parents don't really have a say in whether I stay or not. The judge does. Now you were saying something about dealers? I'd love for you to elaborate." Opening the little baggie, Tris stuck his pinky finger in it and scooped up just enough for a taste. Enough to hold him over for a bit. Snorting it, he rubbed at his nose with the back of his hand and offered the bag over. "Want some?"

He closed his eyes and let what little high he was going to get take over for what little time that it would. Oh how he loved the feeling. No matter how short of a time it was, it was always worth it. Numb limbs, brain void of any problems or worries, happiness felt throughout the body.... Who wouldn't love that? Opening his eyes again, he smirked at the music comment, his lips turning up into a crooked grin. "Amanda Palmer is one of my favorite singers. And her husband is one of my favorite authors. You're so quick to judge there, my man. You have anything on there from the Yes, Virginia album? It's probably one of my favorites by them." He smirked and chucked as he fell back on the bed with his arms under his head. At least the high was there to keep him calm and happy for the time being. He'd probably just shoot up later that night and get his fix, sleep through the next day. Plus, it wasn't like he really planned on going to any of those stupid classes to begin with. He was kicked out of school for a reason and he wasn't planning on changing for anyone any time soon.

Tags: Open/Aleksei
Notes: (:

[aleksei jonathon jakobs]

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Aleks raised his eyebrow slightly when the boy told him what drugs he did. Well, at least he wasn't one of those pussy kids who got 'addicted' to weed (and then there was the whole argument about whether or not you could actually be addicted to weed), and Aleks would much rather have someone who did potent shit sharing a room with him. An older junkie was far preferable to a fourteen year old stoner. Besides, stoners just sometimes ended up so stupid that Aleks wanted to kick them. Yeah, he smoked up, but he was different. Besides, he wasn't a druggie, he was just a normal experimenting teen, there was a difference. Where he came from, you were considered to have the problem if you didn't do some sort of drug regularly. Even if it was just getting pissed and stoned every friday night.

He giggled when Tristan suggested he was also 'hooked'. Really, did Aleks look like a druggie? Okay, maybe don't answer that question, since if you wanted to be pedantic, some people would argue that he dressed in the same 'style' as the stereotypical, english 'Camden' junkies or alcoholics. Plus the fact he was skinny and pale probably didn't help his case. And then anger? Hm, I guess that was closer to what he really had, but at the same time, not at all. But really, as Aleks always did, he wasn't gonna tell the boy what he had straight away. It was always far more fun to get them a false start, then watch them stumble and in the end work it out. "Nah, fuck dude, I'm just Borderline." He rolled his eyes slightly. "But I'm also a teenager, so I fucking enjoy a bit of fun, y'know." And yeah, borderline was a nice cover cause it could include being manipulative, being very volatile, and then it could also be quite ambiguous. Of course, since the boy was his roommate, he doubted that he would be able to lie for the whole time the boy was here, if only because he didn't like hiding his personality from the world. It was too much fun to just be himself.

Oh, and now that bit about the judge was interesting. But then again, if the boy was into heroin and coke, and had done meth, he wasn't really that surprised. And about the dealers? Well "Dude, I don't buy my drugs, i get them from the nurses office and tongue them. But I know a few people who do have suppliers who... Well..." He gesticulated slightly, both wanting to keep Eliza a secret thing, and boast about his ownership of her. "Let's just say, gimme a day or two." He knew how he'd hook Tristan up; ask Eliza who she got shit from, and then just go to them. And then getting stuff is easy enough, simply cause when you had a knife and were slightly psychotic, people were pretty courteous. "Nah. I just downed a handful of Lorazepam five minutes ago. And mixing always ends up with me in isolation, which is just pissy, cause I can't have fire or fags."

And the boy knew who Amanda Palmer was, and also Neil Gaiman? Well, at least he could steal a few of his books, when he had finished rereading Palahniuk for... He'd lost count, but he'd read those books so many fucking times it would be ridiculous if they weren't so good. And 'Yes, Virginia'? He rolled over to his stomach, so that he now faced his laptop, and flicked through the music library till he got to D, then putting the album on. Shuffle was on as usual, and then landed on 'Dirty Buisness'. Quite the change from the heavy metal that had rolled through the speakers only just a second earlier. "You got Neverwhere? I wanna read it once I've finished with the Palahniuk." He rolled back onto his side, propping his head up on the pillows, just watching the boy. Well, he could of gotten far worse, at least.

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^{TAG - tristan
WORDS - just over six hundred and fifty.
NOTES - maybe tristan finds out that aleks is a sociopath through eliza,
and gets pissed off at him, we could do that in another thread or something?
TUNES - necessary evil, the dresden dolls.
CREDIT - template by MUNZTAR * of caution 2.0}

[tristan]

Tristan lay there, staring up at the ceiling. He couldn’t quite help but to laugh softly at Aleks’ giggle. It was actually cute in it’s own sort of way. It was unique, and highly entertaining for him. This was more than likely occurring because of his slight high, but who the hell cared at this point, right? With his arms under his head, the little baggy of coke was grasped firmly in his right hand. Was it pathetic for him to find comfort in just knowing it was there? Probably. But it kept him content. Pleased, actually, to know that there was more left. That feeling he got when his stash was running low was like having his lungs squeezed from the inside. He swallowed quickly and shook his head lightly, a crappy attempt at getting those terrible thoughts out of his mind. Naturally, it didn’t work. And therefore, all he could do was pay attention to other things and hope that his mind would take another train of thought.

He closed his eyes for a bit, listening to what Aleks had to say. Raising a brow with his eyes still closed, he was actually confused as to what ‘Borderline’ meant. Borderline crazy, maybe? He chuckled at the thought and shrugged to himself. ”I know what you mean. We’re young, so I think it’s our right to live it up and have some fun.” At least, he felt like it was their right. You were only young once and you only lived once. Yeah, yeah, you could say the whole “You have your entire life ahead of you, why would you want to screw it up so young?” But his thought on the matter was, who wanted to live that long anyway, right? Well, he at least didn’t want to live to be eighty, that was for sure.

Upon getting to the topic of dealers, Tristan’s attention was on full alert. He propped himself up on his elbows and looked over at Aleks. He was more of the pill popping type, yeah? Well he could deal with that. ”Who… what? Can hook me up?” Okay, so maybe he shouldn’t interrupt because his question was answered not four seconds later. ”I can definitely work with ‘a day or two’. If you don’t mind me asking, what exactly is it that you jack from the nurse? Does she really have that good of shit?” He was seriously curious about the subject. The only pills he had ever popped were ecstasy and acid and a few Quaaludes, but other than that, he stuck to smoking, shooting up, and chasing the dragon. That was about it for him. Pills just seemed to take to long for him. He preferred the quick high. The kind that was in your face and let you know that it was in control. Pills made you wait…. Tristan hated waiting.

Sitting up, he reached for his duffle and dug around a bit. His hand finally emerged from the large bag, a book in his grasp. It was one of his favorites, but being a complete nerd, his all time favorite was the complete Sandman series. Tossing the book onto the end of Aleks’ bed, he grinned crookedly, ”You can keep it. I have another copy at home.” Falling back onto his bed, he chuckled again as ‘Dirty Business’ flowed through the room. ”Excellent choice, my man. Excellent.”


Tags: Open/Aleksei
Notes: I definitely like the sound of that. Oo! Maybe we could do a post with all three of them? Eliza, Tris, and Aleks?[YES! I can hack your threads :P Maybe Eliza joins this thread to have Aleksei check on her mark? then when he goes to do something thats when it all goes down? - Eliza]

[aleksei jonathon jakobs]

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Aleks grinned when Tristan asked what he got from the nurse. ”Ah, now the question is, what can I not get from the nurse.” Smirking, he pulled open his bedside drawer, revealing his hoard of medication, hidden inside a hollowed out Bible (and of course, taking ideas from The Shawshank Redemption was completely legitimate, and not at all stupid). Okay, yeah, this was a collection that had taken quite some time to amass, and had included a veritable saga of faked episodes, and a couple of major injuries deliberately sustained (that was to acquire the codeine), but in the end? It had sort of been worth it. Okay, yeah, Aleks didn’t have a single ‘normal’ street drug – no weed, no coke, no acid, no mushrooms – nothing like that. But he did have enough to knock out a few people, kill himself, or just achieve a few highs. ”I haven’t got anything you’d normally find on the streets, but I’ve got enough to have a bit of fun every now and again.” Yeah, he had everything from the basic Lorazepam up to Klonopin in the benzodiazepine area, and then even Codeine from the times he had purposely injured himself to increase this little collection. ”It comes from being a high risk patient and then ‘not having a history of drug abuse’.” He smirked at Tristan, before continuing. ”So you wouldn’t be able to get them, and trust me, breaking into the nurse’s drug store is far too hard, since it’s in the nurse’s office, where there’s constant CCTV surveillance, and a nurse 24/7. I’m just skilled at tonguing meds.” Which he really was, since blankness and numbing wasn’t really his lifestyle choice, and yet, that was what they wanted to force onto him.

He raised an eyebrow as the boy said he could keep the book. Presents already? Well, he couldn’t exactly complain now, could he? And it was interesting… Whether it was the high making him generous, or if it was simply just in Tristan’s personality, the boy was generous to new people. Which, yeah, was maybe a quality which was unfathomable to Aleks, since while he could just about maintain common courtesy to new people if he had to, being generous to new people? It would never happen. And yeah, maybe he hadn’t yet chewed Tristan to bits, that was partially due to the nearly 20mg of Lorazepam currently in his system, which whilst it didn’t have a very visible change on him, basically mellowed him out. And yeah, if he wanted to take that amount again within the next hour or two he’d probably start to trip out slightly, for now it simply stopped him from wanting to crush this boy’s head in yet. Oh, and just for general information? That amount of medication normally knocked people out. It was just that Aleks had been on so many sedatives in his lifetime, his tolerance levels had gotten almost comical.

”Of course it’s a good choice – I fucking chose it didn’t I?” He grinned, the giggled coming out slightly again as he got off the bed, instead going on his knees to reach under it, and pulling out an assortment of shoeboxes, which was where he kept his books. And why, you ask, did he keep his books under the bed? Well, you see, the problem with sociopathy is that they try to stop all types of encouragement of ‘dangerous’ behaviour. And apparently Palahniuk encouraged ‘dangerous’ behaviour, and thus Aleksei wasn’t allowed to read him. Did he give a shit? Not really, it just meant he now kept all his books under his bed. And yeah, whilst ‘Neverwhere’ couldn’t really be considered to be encouraging of his sociopathic behaviour, it was just far easier to keep everything in the same place. Grabbing the book off the bed, he placing it inside an old Converse shoebox, joining it was ‘American Psycho’ and ‘Lullaby’, two very good books, the second probably better than the first. ”There we go,” he muttered to himself, before getting back up onto the bed, using his heels to kick the boxes back under the bed.

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^{TAG - tristan
WORDS - just over six hundred and fifty.
NOTES – and so it continues…
TUNES - backstabber, the dresden dolls.
CREDIT - template by MUNZTAR * of caution 2.0}

[eliza]

Eliza sighed. She knew that she’d have to go back to Aleksei’s room. He had only marked her the other day. She was supposed to check in with him every day to get it cleaned but she missed yesterday. She knocked on his door before opening it. She knew that just the other day he had no roommate, but that could always change. Although she didn’t think of that.

”Hey Aleksei, oh um Hi?” she said as she noticed the other guy. She didn't think that they would give him a roommate. It didn't seem like a good idea to give a sociopath a roommate, no matter who they were, but whatever they thought was best. Just like she didn't think them giving sex addicts roommates was a good idea either. If they wanted sex, they would use their roommates, it was a thing that wouldn't be stopped.

”Is this a good time or no?” she asked. She knew that he would want to check on it, being that it had been a few days. Figuring James never did this she didn’t know what to expect. Hell, she wasn’t sure why she had let two guys mark her. Was she stupid in doing that? Most likely, but she didn’t know how James would respond. She didn’t want to know either.

WORDS ;; 250ish
STATUS ;; Finished
TAGGED ;; aleksei;;tristan
OUTFIT ;; here
NOTES ;;

[tristan]

Watching Aleks closely, he raised a brow as the guy pulled open the drawer and pulled out a bible. Oh, Shawshank Redemption style. He loved that movie! And wanted to actually watch it right now… maybe Aleks had it and would let him borrow it in order to watch it? Or perhaps he should just get his thoughts in order and fallow what the guy was saying. That was probably the better choice for the time being. Especially seeing as he was told that Aleks would try not to kill him in his sleep. Shit, he really needed to work on his thought process. ”I’d be fucked in that matter. I’ve never been able to just hold on to pills… Actually, I’ve never really liked pills… they take far too long to kick in.” He chuckled softly, a small smirk upon his lips. ”Actually, I may be able to get some methadone… not that it would do much for me, but it was what I would get from the hospitals when I couldn’t get a hit and was in major need of something. It kept me out of withdrawls.” He shrugged lightly.

He closed his eyes and let the music play through his ears. He loved this band… they were soothing, as well as entertaining. Upon hearing movement, he opened his eyes and watched as Aleks moved off the bed and pulled out a box of sorts. It was filled with books. Which confused Tris completely. Why not just used the over turned bookshelf? That’s where he kept the majority of his books. Actually, he had tons of bookshelves covered in books. So why was he hiding his books? It wasn’t like Tris was going to jump up and steal them or anything. He’d at least have the courtesy to ask first. Then again, the kid did say he was Borderline… which could mean that he was slightly paranoid. Who the hell knew. Shrugging it off, he ruffled his hair some and forgot all about it. His nerves were starting to kick in though, which meant the tiny high that he did have was slowly wearing off. Damn.

However, Tristan quickly forgot about that as soon as there was a knock on the door and it swung open. Who the hell would be checking up on them at this time? Maybe they just wanted to see if everything was okay and that he wasn’t dead yet? He chuckled at the thought, audibly. However, he was completely caught off guard when a rather cute girl walked in. Raising an eyebrow and sitting up straighter, he grinned crookedly as she spoke up, speaking up himself. ”Well hello, gorgeous.” What can I say, he was good with his words. "This isn't a bad time for me, what about you, Aleks?" He quirked his brow and grinned over at him.

Tags: Open/Aleksei/Eliza
Notes: Woo! My Tristan muse is some what working. XD

[aleksei jonathon jakobs]

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He raised an eyebrow as the boy talked about getting methadone. "Dude, if you can get the fucking drugs from the nurse, get them." Well, fuck, why would you not try to get it? Yeah it might not be 'as good as', but at least it was fucking something, especially if you saved it and shit. But that was more Aleks' philosophy on drugs. If they were prescription, they were good for him. Even if he took them when not prescribed. Even though he had asked Tristan to share, that was more of an instinctual kleptomaniacal response. Thinking about drugs, he made a note to find out from Cam the kids who had been thrown into isolation or just punished for pushing drugs at Hawthorne. He did tell Tristan he'd get him a dealer's contact number, and well, he wasn't always a complete bastard, like some people seemed to think. No, not because he suddenly 'received' a conscience - he still didn't have one. But that didn't mean you couldn't keep a promise. It just meant you wouldn't feel particularly guilty if you broke it. Besides, being nice to this guy would work out better in the long run - he didn't seem like a snitch, but you could never be sure. And with some of the things which happened in this room... Well, a snitch would land him in a loony bin for life, or at least the next five years. And he really didn't want that.

And well, talk of the devil. Aleks' eyes flicked up as Eliza walked into the room, and he gave a little grin. No, not cause he was seeing her, your dumbass, he hadn't gotten quite that sentimental yet, and he probably never would. It was more, the possessive, dominant, protective side of him sort of grinned smugly, knowing that even if it was to simply check on the progress of his markings, she was coming back to him. Like she should. And then, sent a glare Tristan's way. You could never be too safe, and he could see the boy's interest. She's mine you fucktard, if not in the way you might exactly expect.
"You missed yesterday," he said in greeting to Eliza, he head shaking slightly in mock sadness. Actually yeah, he had been really sort of pissed off when she hadn't turned up tomorrow, but then had been too up himself to go look for her, inside barricading himself inside the room and setting the curtains on fire. Oh, yeah, oops, he wondered when Tristan would notice that. That would be quite amusing, actually.

Aleks looked over at Tristan again, now evaluating, his glance cooler, when Eliza asked if it 'was a good time'. Well, for one thing, Aleks' primal side had already risen, and part of him just wanted to show off, show the bastard that hah, Eliza was his, he'd marked her, now fuck off. Even if he had just shown the same amount of interest most straight teenage boys did when an attractive girl walked into the room. But at the same time, the sensible part of him knew that for most people, cutting into others is not considered normal. But fuck it, the boy would learn sooner or later of the way Aleks really was, so why not now? At least that way if he did rat him out he could get his own back once he got out of isolation, since Tristan would most certainly not have left by then. So... "Now's fine. Go sit on the bed, will you?"

Getting up from the bed, he walked over to the chest of drawers, pulling the bottom drawer open. He was continuously moving his stuff around, an old habit from Bluebird where they would never do full room checks on a regular basis, but just searched one area, then changed where that was. So now, instead of everything being in the top drawer, if had all been spread around, the pills in the Bible by his bed, and the razor blades, other sharp objects and first aid kit in the bottom drawer. Alek got out new gauze, the roll of surgical tape, and then some cotton pads and the small bottle of hydrogen peroxide before heading back over to the bed. Sitting next to Eliza, he pushed her hair over her shoulder, and began to peel off the old dressing carefully, although most, if any scabbing, got ripped off. Oh well, as if he was going to care. If you ripped off the scabs the wounds would scar more. He threw the soiled bandage toward the trash can in the corner of the room, before beginning to shake some of the hydrogen peroxide onto a cotton pad. "Tilt your head forward," he instructed. His eyes hadn't yet flickered over to Tristan since he told Eliza to sit down on the bed. But now, as he dabbed out the solution onto the spongey with fluff, his eyes flicked over. Just to watch his reaction. If there was one, that is.

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^{TAG - tristan&&eliza
WORDS - nearly eight hundred and fifty.
NOTES – wow that's long O.o sorry, i ramble.
TUNES - scars, papa roach.
CREDIT - template by MUNZTAR * of caution 2.0}

[eliza]

Eliza smiled as his roommate called her gorgeous. She then smiled even more at Aleksei’s look to his roommate from it. She sighed when he pointed out that she missed yesterday. ”I know, I’m sorry” she said, but she knew if he wanted to see her that much he would have just went and found her.

When both boys said that it was a good time she went and sat on Aleksei’s bed as he told her to. She watched as he opened a different drawer than he did last time. He had moved all of his stuff? Whatever the reason she didn’t care. As he pulled out everything that he would need again she smiled. She held her hair out of his way when he pushed it over her shoulders.

As he pulled off the old dressing she shut her eyes. She was ready for the returning stinging sensation from the peroxide that she had watched him bring over from his dresser. As instructed she leaned her head forward, exposing her neck more so that he could fully clean it.

As the stinging returned she shut her eyes tighter. She wasn’t sure what his roommate was thinking, but probably that they were crazy. Since of course why would a random girl that he was yet to meet came in to get her wound cleaned. But he would have to get use to this. She planned on coming everyday, if she could, or possibly every other day.

She sighed when he finally stopped putting more peroxide on it and began to just cover it. She hated the feeling of the bandage on her neck, but she really had no choice. She was to come here everyday so that he could check on it, although soon as the scabs began healing she probably wouldn’t have it covered since letting it get oxygen to it would be beneficiary.

WORDS ;; 350ish
STATUS ;; Finished
TAGGED ;; aleksei;;tristan
OUTFIT ;; here
NOTES ;;

[tristan]

Alright, he was going to keep that in mind. Get whatever drugs he could from the nurse. Which probably wouldn't much, but it would be something. Hell, him and Aleks could open up their own drug store if they wanted to. He smirked and chuckled some. 'What can I get for you today?' 'Uhm, I'll take some benzos, and oxy, and what is that over there?' 'Methadone, sir. Excellant for the hangovers.' 'I'll take some of that too!' He had to visibly cover his mouth to stop himself from rolling with laughter. Finally managing to calm himself some, he looked on at the other two.

What on earth were they doing? Gauze, peroxide, had she hurt herself? On the back of the neck? So, it probably wasn't the best idea to be snooping, but he was gonna do it anyway. Scooting to the edge of his new bed, he leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees and tilting his head to the side.... Good Lord, were those initials?! Standing up, his soft brown eyes were wide as he watched everything unfold before him. She was so obidient. So willing to do whatever Aleks told her to do. It was like... he owned her. That had to have been his mark of ownership or something. He rubbed at the back of his neck and raised one eyebrow. How on earth that all came together in his state of mind was beyond him, but it happened and it worked.

"So.. Uh.. You cut into people, is that it? For fun? And they wanted me to room with you?!" He spun around and went to grab his duffle when he caught sight of the burned curtains. Sitting down on his bed and taking off glasses, he rubbed at his eyes and face and let out a low sigh. "Dude, if you're Borderline, I have a phobia of needles." The sarcasm dripped off his tongue as he said. A heroin addict afraid of needles was hard to come by. He laughed softly and fell back onto his bed with his arms open. What had he been introduced to? "I'm not going to complain. At least it's better than going to jail and becoming Bubba's bitch."

Tags: Open/Aleksei/Eliza
Notes: Gonna scare the shit outta Tristan. XD

[aleksei jonathon jakobs]

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Aleksei smiled to himself as Eliza followed his instructions perfectly. Beautiful, fucking beautiful. Although to be slightly unfair to the girl, it was Eliza's submission, not her actual self, which made her hot to Aleks. But then again, unless she was completely stupid, which could always be true, she probably would of realised this by now. It was sorta telling by the things he got turned on by, and the way in which him and Eliza had ended up sleeping together. Dabbing the peroxide over her skin, he cleaned the wound, before placing new gauze over it, and taping that down. He ran his fingers over the new bandage, fingers pressing down every now and again, observing the stark different between the white of the gauze, and the colour of her skin. He sat there revelling in his ownership for a few minutes, before Tristan's voice broke through his reverie, startling, making his eyes dart to the side, before he let out a soft giggle at what the boy was saying.

God, the boy's surprise was just entertaining, and he turned away from Eliza to watch Tristan. He shrugged his shoulders, the giggle still dying in his throat, the smirk solid on his face as he spoke up. "Someone had to room with me, darling. And I promise not to cut you. Well, at least, not unless you ask for it." And at that his eyes shined mischievously, loving the subtle word play that ran in the subtext of what he just said. Because, you know. There was really no more well-known blame for starting a fight than 'he was asking for it'. So really, whether he cut Tristan up or not was still up to his discretion. He hadn't promised anything, really. But then, he had no need to cut Tristan up at the moment, so really the boy was fine.

Still, when Tristan went for his duffle, Aleks made an abortive move to stop him. The boy wasn't leaving this room until Aleks was completely sure he wasn't a fucking snitch, he didn't want to be put in isolation simply for what had happened with Eliza, that would just be shit. But at Tristan's next statement, Aleks let out another small giggle, this one slightly more real, no longer laughing at Tristan, but almost with him. Which was really fucking rare. The only person he normally laughed with was Cam, everyone else he laughed at. And yeah, hah, maybe Tristan had found out sooner than he'd of liked about Aleks' conduct disorder, so he couldn't pull him along. But then, he had responded with sarcasm within minutes of working it out, so at the same time, Aleks couldn't complain. "But then, depending on how long you'd be there, nearly anything's better than prison, isn't it?" Cause, you know, Aleks was sort of scared of prison. It was one place he would be sure he'd have a hard time gaining power, or he'd have to do it sneakily. To put it plainly, Aleks was a pretty boy, who although very fucking cunning, and stronger than he looked, if put in a high security prison with the fucking hench psychopaths and sociopaths would probably end up as dog meant unless he managed to establish himself very early on.

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^{TAG - tristan&&eliza.
WORDS - bout five hundred and fifty.
NOTES – here is the rose that eliza's marked with, for reference. and there are three x's below it.
TUNES - sometimes, papa roach.
CREDIT - template by MUNZTAR * of caution 2.0}

[eliza]

Eliza let out a laugh as Tristan just realized what was happening between her and Aleksei. She rolled her eyes when he said that they wanted him to room with Aleksei. Of course everyone needed a roommate. She had one even after throwing a fit. Didn’t get her very far, and obviously didn’t get Aleksei very far either. They were determined to have the rooms filled. Seconds before the boy had spoke up, she had felt Aleksei randomly pressing onto her neck.

She turned and looked at Aleksei when he talked. She had asked to cut her so yeah, needless to say he would probably hold up to that. But she also kind of liked the feeling of the blade against her skin. She liked how blades had so many uses though too. It seemed like she was becoming addicted to a lot of things. Maybe she just had an addictive personality.

She let out a small giggle when Tristan said that he was ‘borderline’ that was interesting. She knew that he was a sociopath, but he had told her that he had an eating disorder so you never knew. Eliza’s attention was brought back to Tristan when he moved towards his duffle bag. Was he really going to leave? Just because his roommate cut people.

It was a legitimate reason, but still. He had promised that he wouldn’t cut him up so did it really matter? As soon as Tristan said something about jail she smiled. She hadn’t had any bad enough experiences to warrant herself that, but her drug use also wasn’t that bad.

She never tried anything heavier than marijuana. She hadn’t plan on it either, but of course things changed. She knew that parties had heavier drugs, but still, she didn’t partake in those drugs. She was fine with getting her high, her drinking, and even her sex with random guys or girls for that matter.

”Trust me. Rooming with Aleksei won’t be bad. I asked for it anyways. And it doesn’t hurt that much.” she said with a smirk. Hell rooming with Aleksei would be better than her psycho roommate. She had three personalities that you didn’t know what she would do at any given time, or which one was in control at which time. Hell, Aleksei was almost always the same. Yeah he wasn’t that bad, but he also was a sociopath.

WORDS ;; 400ish
STATUS ;; Finished
TAGGED ;; aleksei;;tristan
OUTFIT ;; here
NOTES ;; i kinda rambled on, but its 3:30AM.