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Post by tristan on Jan 9, 2011 4:47:55 GMT -5
  How he had gotten there, he hadn't a clue. All he knew was that he was laying on something hard and cold, and everything was dark... So incredibly dark. He blinked his chocolate colored eyes a few times, the natural blur that he had grown used to wasn't going away, which meant he didn't have his glasses on. He lay there, spread eagle and staring up at... the sky? And holy hell did he have a killer headache coming on. What had he done and where the hell was he? His right hand moved a bit, patting the ground in an attempt to reach for his glasses as well as find out what he was laying on. No such luck on his whereabouts, but he did find his glasses. His fingers slowly curled around the black square rims and he pulled it toward him, barely managing to rest both the glasses and his hand on his chest. Every muscle ached, like he had been hit by a freight train. Slowly but surely, he had managed to slide his glasses into place upon his nose and place his hand back in its original position.
First things first: He needed to go through his check list. Where was he? From what he could tell, he was outside. It was cold and windy and dark. However he wasn't sure exactly where he was outside. For all he knew, he could be on the side walk by the front entrance, in the courtyard, or on the roof. But at least he knew he was outside and that no one had found him yet. That he knew of anyway. He listened rather intently, hearing nothing but the usual sounds of silence when he was alone. He let out a soft sigh before immediately regretting it. Question two: Why the hell did he hurt so bad? His mind realed over the possibilities... And fell onto the perfect answer. The hit he had taken was a bit too much for his body to handle. Or perhaps mixing was a bad idea? Maybe he should stop partying by himself. Hell maybe he should just get his ass out of this hell hole and start new.... With more drugs and chicks and beer. Oo! He had beer left, he remembered that much.
He took another soft sigh and remembered part three of his check list: Make sure all limbs are working. He shook his feet slowly, the right one first, then the left. He slowly moved his hands and arms one at a time and then ended it with the shifting of his head to each side, stretching his neck. Alright, so everything was in working order.... But everything also hurt like a bitch. He took the chance and made his way to the sitting position. His back popped all the way up and he chuckled. The sound was so foreign to his ears. Both the popping and the chuckling. He sat there hunched over for who knows how long, his arms draped over his thighs casually. He looked like a rag doll of sorts, his hair mangled and all. Sitting up a bit straighter, he rubbed at his thighs, loosening up the muscles as best as he could. Not that it ever did much. But it was always worth a shot.
Upon finally loosening up, he raised the sleeve on his left arm and saw the track marks, the bruising and the dried blood. Shit maybe he did take it a bit far last night. Last night? Shit! What day was it?! Tristan reached for his phone and luckily he had found it in his jacket pocket. The light from it burned his eyes, but after a few moments of blinking, he was finally able to read the time and date. His brown eyes widened behind his glasses. He'd been up there for an entire day?! It was two in the morning on Sunday... And he had taken his last hit Friday night. Falling back onto the cold cement, he lay there spread eagle once more, staring up at the sky. Completely screwed and more than likely in some deep shit. "Fuck. Me."
Tags: Open
Notes: Welcome to anyone. (: Tristan just needs some company. Haha!
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Post by eliza on Jan 9, 2011 5:06:02 GMT -5
  Eliza had been on the roof since about seven that evening. She needed to think. James, Aleksei both boys interested her, both had marked her, but hell, she couldn’t keep them both running could she? She didn’t fully know what to do, but for the time period she was fine with both. She was laying down on the 4 foot wall that ran all around the roof. It was to try to get the suicidal to not jump. What idiot couldn’t just climb on it, then it would add 4 feet to the fall. She heard some bones popping and someone chuckle and she sat up. She saw a bright light from over near where the stairs were. She didn’t spend her time there checking out the whole roof tonight, she knew no one should be up there. Especially with the dorm checks being last night. Of course you could sneak out after the dorm checks and nothing would go wrong, but whatever. When she heard two simple words, Fuck me she let out a small laugh. A smile stayed on her face even after she stopped laughing. ”I’ll pass. I have enough on my plate” she said with a smile as she sat up. She looked over towards where she saw the light and smiled. Fuck, this boy was cute as well. Kinda like Aleksei cute, but with less tattoos. Great. Just great. She was screwed. WORDS ;; 250ish STATUS ;; Finished TAGGED ;; Tristan OUTFIT ;; hereNOTES ;; im off for the night after this, so i'll reply again tomorrow.
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Post by tristan on Jan 9, 2011 5:46:49 GMT -5
Saying that he was startled by the voice would have been a major understatement. Hell, he was basically scared shitless, his already dodgy heart skipping more beats than it was pounding out in the first place. He hadn't a clue who it was or what they were doing up there, he was just hoping that they weren't a staff member or someone that would turn him over to the justice system... What shitty system it was in the first place. Hold up, why would a staff member pass because they had too much on their plate already? Maybe he was in luck and out of dangers way. Shit, he really needed to get his butt in gear and wrap his head around the moment. Yeah... like that was gonna happen.
Sitting back up, he tried the impossible and stood up. As amazing as it sounds, the poor little heroin addict didn't have to catch himself once. Straightening up, he stretched his entire body, listening to his stiff bones pop and crack back into their comfortable places. This didn't happen often, but when it did, it was quite the pain. His eyes fixed on the sillouette on top of the wall and he took his first few steps making his way toward the soft voice. It was a female, he was damn sure of that. And her voice was sexy as all hell to his ears. It was something pleasant to wake up to after a deep slumber, that was for sure.
As he made his way toward the girl, he shoved his cold hands into the pockets of his zip up hoodie and looked down at his feet. His black and white checkered boat shoes actually seemed to glow in the dim light of the moon, making it a lot easier to watch where he was going. Upon arriving at the wall, Tristan looked up at her, his lips curling into his signature crooked grin. "Didn't anyone ever teach you that startling someone could be dangerous? Especially in a place filled with crazies?" He quirked his brow at her in a joking manner and chuckled. "I'm Tristan, by the way. And have only been here for about a week now... So if you don't mind me asking, but uhh, where are we?" He may have had a cute grin on his face, but his voice was a bit shaken with genuine confusion.
Tags: Eliza
Notes: Woo! Thanks for replying! (:
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Post by eliza on Jan 9, 2011 17:35:33 GMT -5
Eliza let out a giggle as he sat back up. She seemed to have startle him but it didn’t surprise her. Someone randomly talking to her after waking up after drinking too much wouldn’t be a good outcome. As she watched him stand up she heard his bones pop and she shook her head before laying it back on the wall and looking up at the stars. It had been a while since a night had been peaceful like this. Drama was occurring every which way here at Hawthorne. She hoped to change that. Well she hoped to diminish the drama that she was involved in, hence why she was up here right now. She heard the shuffling of feet and looked over at him. He was moving closer to her. Great. Just great. She didn’t need the drama caused by another guy, especially if he was cute. She let out another laugh as he spoke to her. Place filled with crazies. That was an understatement. ”I can’t help myself half the time!” she said as she sat up. ”I’m Eliza. Were on the dorm room roof. Its above the student lounge. They don’t check here so your fine, but the sometimes check rooms. You better hope they didn’t realize that your missing. That would be bad.” she said as she reached into her pocket and fished out her cigarettes before lighting one up. WORDS ;; 250ish STATUS ;; Finished TAGGED ;; Tristan OUTFIT ;; hereNOTES ;; here ya go!
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Post by tristan on Jan 10, 2011 1:22:34 GMT -5
Alright, so her name was Eliza, they were on the roof above the lounge, and no one ever checked up there. So far as he knew, he was golden. At least, until he heard about the room checks. Maybe Aleks helped him out and came up with a believable enough excuse as to why he wasn't in the room. Or perhaps he just told them the out right truth and his ass was grass. Either way, he didn't give a shit at the moment. He needed to watch himself though. That was his main priority. Cute girl, empty roof top, starry sky. He could definitely get himself into more trouble than he was already in. Which, in all reality, was nothing compared to what he'd done in the past.
Leaning against wall at Eliza's head, he looked down at her and smiled. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Eliza. Thank you for letting me know where we are... I.. er.. went on a little binge I guess. It really screwed me over." He patted down his pockets, finding his cigarettes and a few blunts amoung them. Flipping the box open, he narrowed his brow slightly before pulling out a cigarette. "Uhm, by missing the check in, how bad would that be exactly?"
Reaching into the front pocket of his blue jeans, he found his Motley Crue Zippo and lit up his cigarette. Inhaling deeply, he let his lungs caress the delicious nicotine, and grinned to himself. "Mind if I ask why you're here? I mean, if it isn't prying or anything." He didn't want to seem pushy... But he was curious. Then again, curiousity did kill the cat.
Tags: Eliza
Notes: XD
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Post by eliza on Jan 10, 2011 21:39:11 GMT -5
Eliza smiled when he said that it was a pleasure to meet him. She let out a small laugh when he said that he went on a little binge. That was why she never touched the heavier drugs, higher chance at overdosing meant higher chance of dying. And dying wasn’t exactly at the top of her list. Well some would argue with that because she had some kind of attraction towards antisocial kids, but hell, they were hot. She sighed. She had missed bed checks a few times, she knew her way around this school though. She had been here for a few years. ”Missing bed checks is either a warning or isolation for a day. Unless you can talk the person in charge of them out of it, you’ll be fine. Its not bad” she said as she slid off the wall and took out her cigarettes. She smiled as he pulled out cigarettes of his own. Hers were some shitty cigarettes that she got Gavin to get at last minute. She didn’t realize how many she ran out of, but partially to blame was her giving one pack to Aleksei. She was running out of weed as well. This didn’t make for a good party. As she took another hit off the cigarette she sighed. ”I have like four reasons I’m here. Three being addictions, one is just me being stupid.” she said smiling. As she released the smoke while talking she didn’t like telling people why she was here. Yeah most knew from her partying and shit, but still. ”What about you?” she said with a smile.. WORDS ;; 300ish STATUS ;; Finished TAGGED ;; Tristan OUTFIT ;; hereNOTES ;; Idea! She's never done anything stronger than Weed, how about he convinces her to try heavier shit?
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Post by tristan on Jan 10, 2011 22:15:16 GMT -5
”I’d be content with a warning at this point. I might go crazy in isolation if that were to happen.” Tristan smirked softly and took another drag off of his cigarette. His head was pounding from the slight OD, but it wasn’t anything that he hadn’t dealt with before. In fact, he knew exactly what he needed to ease the pain. Either a bullet or a blunt. Both would be nice actually! He flicked the cherry out of his cigarette and put it back in the box, pulling out a blunt instead. He’d start out slow… hoping that Eliza wouldn’t mind. He lit it up and inhaled happily. He held it for a moment before exhaling and offering it over to her. ”Would you like some?”
He took another hit before offering it to her once again. Patting down his many pockets with his free hand, he felt a tiny little bullet in back pocket. Pulling it out, he held it tightly in his hand very calmly and nonchalantly. Knowing it was there just kept him content. Smiling over at her, he nodded his head, understanding exactly what she meant. ”Sounds like me. I like to think that I can quit when I want to though… I just like the high too much to give it up so soon. At least I’m not dead yet.” He let out a low chuckle and grinned crookedly at her. Yeah, he’d love to quit, and thinking that he could made life a bit easier. He knew damn well that he couldn’t though. Not without help. And he wasn’t looking for any help at the moment.
Lifting up the bullet, he unscrewed the bottom and raised an eyebrow at it. ”I uh, don’t have much left, but I’m happy to share some with you. Aleks is supposed to hook me up later anyway.” He continued to smile some, hoping that he wasn’t pushing the boundries. Plus it wasn’t like he was going to force her to take some. But he couldn’t just take some and leave her out at the same time, right?
Tags: Eliza
Notes: That sounds like an excellant idea!
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Post by eliza on Jan 10, 2011 23:16:21 GMT -5
Eliza laughed when he said that he might go crazy in isolation. ”Isolation drives me insane. Hence why they do everything they can to keep me out of there. Bad experience my first time makes me literally ruin everything in there.” she said with a smirk. He was the first person that she actually told about the whole thing that happened over a year ago. She looked over as he flicked out the end of his cigarette before returning it to his pack. What was that? He finished smoking his cigarette with one puff? She could never do that. Hence where the addiction came from. As soon as he pulled a blunt out though her smile grew. She had left her pot back in her room, under her mattress. She had come up here to think, not to cloud her mind, but if he would offer she wouldn’t turn it down. As soon as she thought that guess what happened. When he took a second hit before passing it to her she took a hit and held the smoke in. She watched as he pulled something out of his pocket. She released the smoke when he began talking again. She blew it up towards the sky and smiled. ”I don’t want to quit. I like my life to be honest” she said as she took another hit before handing it towards him. She then watched as he unscrewed the think that he had taken out of his pocket. ”I’ve never done anything stronger that smoke pot. And wait Aleks? As in Aleksei? How is he hooking you up with more?” she said. She didn’t think that Aleksei did many drugs, so far all she knew was that she smoked and had a few blunts with her. WORDS ;; 300ish STATUS ;; Finished TAGGED ;; Tristan OUTFIT ;; hereNOTES ;; Idea! She's never done anything stronger than Weed, how about he convinces her to try heavier shit?
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Post by tristan on Jan 12, 2011 23:25:20 GMT -5
”Must have torn the place up good then.” Tristan chuckled some and smirked. He was used to tearing things apart, well, for the sheer fact that he had lost his stash. For the most part he was a neat guy, but when it came to misplacing his goods, he would tear the shit out of everything in the place to check every nook and cranny. His parents didn’t bother trying to stop him. He wouldn’t think twice about ripping someone’s arm off if they got in his way when he was going through withdrawls.
Looking down at his little bullet, he shrugged lightly. ”It’s just a little bit of coke. You don’t have to try it if you don’t want to. I won’t lie though, it’s one of the best highs you’ll ever have.” He poured a bit out onto the soft patch of skin between his pointer finger and thumb. Raising it up to his nose, he inhaled and shivered just a bit. Oh how he loved the high that rolled through him. This wasn’t enough to hit him hard, but it was enough to make him feel light and feathery. Smirking, he looked at her and took the joint back, ”You know him, too? He’s my roommate.” Tristan winked and chuckled some, taking another drag from the blunt and holding it in. Upon exhaling, he spoke up again, ”He never said. He just get’s me what I need and that’s the end of that.” He shrugged lightly and let it be. He found it best not to question Aleks.
Tags: Eliza
Notes: Sorry it‘s kinda crappy. I‘m tired. XD
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Post by eliza on Jan 13, 2011 17:56:05 GMT -5
She smiled when he said that she must have torn the place up good. It was true, she ended up in a strait jacket for the rest if the day. That was the bad part, along with being pinned to the wall and almost choked out. It was the main reason that she didn’t like anger management kids anymore. ”Needless to say they had to rewire two cameras.” she didn’t understand why cameras were even in the isolation rooms, they wouldn’t need them if they only put one kid in every room. When he said coke she looked at it. She hadn’t done anything stronger. As soon as he said that it was one of the best highs that she could ever have she smiled. ”I’ve never tried any. Its really that good?” she asked as she watched him take a hit. She smiled when he said that he was Aleksei’s roommate. That was new. Last she knew, which was a few days ago, he didn’t have a roommate. She nodded when he said that. Leave it to Aleksei to leave out the details of how he was going to get any drugs for Tristan, he’ll she’d get him to get her some too. Of course she’d pay. Hell she’d pay for some of his things too if she could get them faster from Aleksei’s supplier. Waiting a few days for an order was a little too long for her, but hell, it was her only supply. WORDS ;; 250ish STATUS ;; Finished TAGGED ;; Tristan OUTFIT ;; hereNOTES ;; Idea! She's never done anything stronger than Weed, how about he convinces her to try heavier shit?
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