A Slow Decent [Eliza]

[tristan]

Sitting there quietly, he narrowed his brow in thought. James, James, James, where had heard that name before? He racked his brain for an answer. There were plenty of people named James in the world… but there wasn’t that many at Hawthorne with that name. Raising a brow, it slowly came to mind and gave him what he needed. He’d seen the name before on the chat room that he went to. He’d never actually met the guy, nor had any plans to, but from what had happened here, James would be lucky to be within an inch life if he were to run into him. His eyes jumped between Eliza and Aleks slowly as he pondered his next move. It probably wasn’t the best idea on Eliza’s part to have done this, but at the same time, she needed some sort of protecting. And if Aleks wanted his help, he was all for it. Nodding his head firmly once, he spoke up, ”You bet your ass I’ll help.”

Falling back to the side and onto Aleks lap, he found it strangely comfortable. Natural, almost. He squeezed his eyes shut, his head in to much pain to even think about it at the moment. Instead he just lay there for a few moments until Eliza spoke up. Remaining where he was, he nodded his head slightly. ”Of course it’s not a good idea, but the guy has it rightfully coming to him. He fucked with something that wasn’t his to fuck with and now he has to pay for it. Eye for an eye, so to speak.” Perhaps it was because you should never hurt a girl that he was so head strong on getting the guy. Or perhaps it was because it was Aleks’ girlfriend and no one messed with what was Aleks’. Either way, James wasn’t going to make it out a very happy camper.

Keeping his eyes still closed, and away from the light, he shivered slightly. He really needed a hit before he exploded. However, there were other things that needed taken care of. Like Eliza’s pain. Chewing on his bottom lip and clicking his piercing between his teeth, he remembered the bible of drugs that Aleks had. ”Need anything for pain, or are you chill at the moment?” He pulled his knees up to his chest in a sort of fetal position as he said this. Curling himself into a ball next to Aleks.

Tags:Eliza and Aleks.
Notes: And it‘s done!

[aleksei jonathon jakobs]

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Aleks continued running his fingers absentmindedly over he tattoos on Tristan's neck, tracing the words that were inked into his skin. His eyes were still fixed on Eliza, darting from her face to her wounds, but his ears listening to Tristan's reply. All in all, his attention was stretched between the two. Stretched, but then solely placed on them. They could of been anywhere right then, and actions and words would be no different. But then, back to Tristan's reply... And fuck yes, the boy was agreeing to help, fuck yes, james was going fucking down. And not in that 'I'm so badman I'll kick your ass' way that teenage boys always seemed to threaten with. No, James was dead. THis wasn't something you just got away with, motherfucker, this was the serious shit, this was a knife pulled across a throat, tearing and severing the skin, sure to kill.

He smirked slightly a small giggle coming out when Eliza asked if it was a good idea. A good idea? Of course it was, in his books, anyway. Maybe not in eyes of society, where they'd be told to 'talk it out', or 'be reasonable'. This was being fucking reasonable. Murderous revenged had been around since the dawn of time for a good fucking reason, and that wasn't gonna change now. His eyes flicked down Tristan, and seeing the tension in the boy's eyes, began to change the light, sweeping strokes of his fingers to something a bit more calming, digging his thumbs in just hard enough at the pressure points to count as a massage. What, Aleks count be fucking considerate, he really could. Besides, the boy was being so nice and fucking... He didn't know, Tristan confused him more than necessary. He could acknowledge the almost subconscious want to own him, but it was also more than that. So yeah, the boy got a neck massage. He fucking deserved it, that was what. "Eliza, James has it fucking coming for doing this to you. Tristan's right," and that was unusual, acknowledging someone else was right. Well, even if Tristan was agreeing with what he thought, it was still quite strange. "An eye for an eye, and all that. Revenge is a way of life, and life is brutal." Cause Eliza had to know, without Aleks even saying anything, that getting revenge wouldn't be a petty punch-up. She knew better than that.

When Tristan asked if Eliza needed something for the pain, and then consequently curled into a ball, Aleks' head instinctively cocked to the side, and his fingers jumped from the skin of Tristan's neck to the inside of his arm, where his track marks lay, tapping against darkened skin inquisitively. Projection much there? Currently, or at least to his knowledge, he was the only one on any drugs in the room, the two Lorazepam he had downed to control his temper. But, ya'know, that looked as if it was gonna be changing in the next few minutes. "You need a hit, don't you? And 'Liza, I'd recommend some codeine, if you want some. I got it in the Bible." Wasn't he so fucking caring?

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^{TAG - eliza&&tristan.
WORDS - just over five hundred and twenty.
NOTES - sorry for late reply.
TUNES - early sunsets over monroeville, mcr.
CREDIT - template by MUNZTAR * of caution 2.0}

[eliza]

Eliza sighed as Tristan said that it wasn’t a good idea. She knew that, hence why she said it. She rested her hand over her eyes, blocking out any light that was there. He fucked with something that wasn’t his? Technically it was Aleksei that fucked with James’ property. She wasn’t going to point that out, knowing that it would piss of Aleksei and she didn’t need to get stabbed twice. She didn’t know what to say to them, she knew that they would do it anyways. Aleksei was determined, and Tristan was pissed.

She knew both Aleksei and James were good with knives, but what about Tristan. Would he be good enough to protect himself from him. She didn’t want Tristan getting hurt because of her. Why would he even put himself in this sort of predicament. When Tristan asked if she needed anything for the pain she nodded. ”Theres some pain associated with being stabbed, then stitched back together” she said softly.

She still had her hand over her eyes, she didn’t want to deal with this pain, and medicating herself would probably be best. Eliza heard Aleksei say that Tristan needed a hit. She wondered of what, she had some drugs back in her room, but only weed and some other things, not much though. Really just what was left from the last party she threw. It wasn’t much but hell, it might be something. ”I may have something that he needs in my room. In the top drawer on my dresser. Although it probably won’t be much, since its whatever is left from my last party” she said before trying to sit up. Aleksei had recommended some codeine from the pain.

She quickly laid back down. ”Fuck” she let out softly, before laying back down holding onto her stomach this time. ”I can’t get up with this pain” she said looking back down, and seeing Tristan curled into a ball. Was his withdrawals this bad? She had never seen a drug do it.

WORDS ;; about 350
STATUS ;; finished
TAGGED ;; aleksei||tristan
OUTFIT ;; here
NOTES ;; sorry its shit.

[tristan]

As he lay there with his head in Aleks’ lap, he listened to what Aleks was saying. Hold up, he was saying he was right? Tristan was correct? It wasn’t often that some one acknowledged what he had said, let alone tell him that he was correct in what he was saying. It was more often that they just looked at him and ignored the majority of what he said. At least, that was what it felt like to him. Hell, the majority of the band, though he loved the guys, just gave him the lyrics and told him what to do. It wasn’t that he minded being told what to do, so long as he liked it as well. And for the most part, he loved the lyrics and the tunes and had no problem with them.

Sighing contently, Tristan relaxed completely against Aleks as he began running his fingers along the tattoos on his neck and massaging gently. Another shiver ran through his body, goosebumps rising on the surface of his skin. Perhaps it wasn’t a simple shiver that ran through his spine, seeing as he was merely just shaking slightly now. His muscles spasming ever so slightly. He was definitely going through withdrawls. He wasn’t even in the mood to be all witty and come back with a retort to Eliza’s statement about pain being involved with a stabbing and being stitched up. He opened his eyes and blinked a few times, attempting to shake the feeling. His voice was a gravelly as he spoke up, ”What I meant was if you could handle it or if you wanted meds.”

He squeezed his eyes shut and tensed up as soon as he felt Aleksei’s fingers jump to the track marks on the inside of his arm. The guy was smart. Or perhaps, Tris was just that obvious. Either way, Aleks knew what was going on and what probably what needed to happen. Swallowing, he gathered some strength and sat up, shaking his head and denying that he had any problems. Like most drug addicts did. ”I’ll be fine. Do you have any oxy?” He stood up and stretched, rubbing at his forehead and blinking his eyes. His pupils were dilated, making it hard to see properly even with his glasses on. Taking them off, he tossed them to the side and moved toward where Aleks kept the bible. Grabbing onto it, he slowly made his way back toward Aleks and sat down again, holding the book out. ”I can’t see shit right now. You should find what she needs.” He rested his elbows on his knees and his face in the palms of his hands. He’d be fine. Honest. Actually, he should probably find himself some coke. It wasn’t what he really needed, but it would soften the blow of his withdrawls for the time being. Otherwise, he knew exactly what was next. And he wasn’t in the mood to spend the night bowing to the porcelain god.

Tags:Eliza and Aleks.
Notes: Don‘t worry about a damn thing, Lexxi. You‘re awesome. And so are you Eliza.

[aleksei jonathon jakobs]

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Aleks laughed softly when Eliza stated the obvious about the fact that yes, she was in pain. Yeah, okay, maybe getting her some pain meds would of been a good first or second option, but then, Aleks didn't normally need to find relief from pain. He liked to dwell in it, and thus anything they had given him for various different pains and aches was still in his possession, especially since if he got high, he'd get high on his benzos.

He shook his head when Tristan said he was fine, a frown appearing on his face. "Yeah, fuck off you're fine, don't lie to me, it isn't good for you." A scowl graced his features, staying there until Trsitan passed him his Bible, and he shook his head abruptly, shaking off the scowl. Okay, yeah, it was only a little lie, and so common of an addict, but still, Aleks didn't like even the littlest lies. And he did like to know people's weaknesses. But Oxy? Nah, he wouldn't have that. However, yah, maybe he could rustle something up, cause probably, Eliza only had weed. "'Liza, you got any Oxy in your room, cause otherwise I can just do a drug cocktail, or more codeine. I've got opiates, just none of that." He flipped the front cover of the bile open, and began to pick through the small piles of pills with precision, first finding two 30mg pills of Codeine, and placing them in Eliza's hand. "That should dull the pain, but not get rid of it." And then, of course, we had Tristan. Now, he could give him up to 240mg of Codeine, or he could experiment. He had no idea of the exact effects of opiates mixed with benzodiazepines, but as long as neither dosage was too high, it should be fine, really. But then, he didn't have 240mg of Codeine, did he? "Okay, either you can pick and choose from what I've got here, or we can go see what Eliza has. Personally, I'd prefer to avoid the trek, but hey, that's me..." He placed the five 30mg Codeine pills he had left in his had, and then gestured to a small group of faintly blue, circular flat pills. "I've got up to 150mg of Codeine left, and then some Valium if you want it, but that's all, really. It's up to you what you have" And there, now Tristan could chose. Yeah, okay, he didn't have exactly what the guy wanted, but at the moment, who the heck did?

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^{TAG - eliza&&tristan.
WORDS - just over four hundred and twenty something.
NOTES - for some reason, this post reminds me of the msi song 'prescription'.
TUNES - colourblind, counting crows.
CREDIT - template by MUNZTAR * of caution 2.0}

[eliza]

Eliza looked down at Tristan as he said he wanted to know if she could handle the pain. She would prefer meds that was for sure. She did have a high pain tolerance though. ”Something would be good” she said as she saw him tense up. Withdrawls. They were the worst. She didn’t get them that bad, since she didn’t touch things that were that bad, but still. When she heard Aleksei’s response to Tristan’s ‘I’ll be fine’ she smiled. She could tell that Aleksei moderately cared for the other.

She heard Aleksei’s question for a minute. Did she have any pills left from her last party? She believed so, along with a few of the other heavier drugs that she wouldn’t touch. She didn’t know why she got Gavin to get her so much, but she was glad that she had. Since of course Hawthorne had found out about his smuggling for the second time, and they had let the law take it into their hands.

He was now probably in some juvie place, but she still had quite a big stash of drugs to last her a while, and when she ran out of her favorites, she would do the drugs that she never had done before. Since she would do anything to get high, and that did involve finding a new supplier soon. ”I’m pretty sure I have basically all the drugs somewhere in my room right now. Since the last party I had wasn’t that big. There were plenty of left overs, but I’m happy about that. My supplier got nabbed and needless to say I have to find another” she said.

As she put the pills in her mouth and swallowed them she moved so that she was laying on her back and looking up at the ceiling. Waiting for the pills to set in would be horrible. ”So either partake in a drug cocktail, or get the real shit from my room? Sorry but I find the latter the better choice, but that’s just me” she said softly. She closed her eyes and sighed. It would be a long few minutes.

WORDS ;; about 350
STATUS ;; finished
TAGGED ;; aleksei||tristan
OUTFIT ;; here
NOTES ;; sorry its shit.

[tristan]

Tristan really didn’t need an argument at the moment, but he knew that there was no way in hell he could get away with pissing Aleks off right now either. And the guy was smart to top it off. Usually, his ‘I’m fine’ routine got people off his back, but Aleks called him on it immediately. And having lied to him actually made him feel bad. He sucked his lower lip into his mouth and chewed on it for a second before spitting it back out. He frowned for a moment before looking at Aleks, ”You’re right. I‘m sorry…”

He rubbed at his temples as he watched Aleksei hand Eliza a couple of pills. Licking at his lips, he listened to the conversation between them. He really wasn’t in the mood to move much. Hell, it was hard enough just sitting there and trying not to fall over onto his face. He considered all of the possibilities. Going clear out to Eliza’s room would be a pain in the ass, granted she may have coke, which would hold over his issues for the time being. At least until he could get the good shit the next day. And then there was Aleks’ plan. A drug cocktail…. He wasn’t one for pills. Actually, he wasn’t patient enough for pills. But he trusted the guy with the bible. Which was something that didn’t happen often.

Looking over at Aleks, he nodded his head and held out his hand. ”I don’t know what to take…. Just give me what won’t kill me and will at least get rid of this fucking headache, yeah?” he chuckled softly and shook his head, looking over at Eliza, ”There is no way I can make it to your room right now. And you’re definitely not going anywhere for the next couple of hours. So it looks like we’re hanging out here.” At least he wasn’t extremely bitchy at the moment. Or angry for that matter. Granted, if there wasn’t light at the end of the tunnel when it came to getting some drugs, he would likely go ape shit. But no, he had two people here who were very willing to help him out. And he couldn’t thank them enough. ”When we take you back to your room, I’ll grab what I need to hold me over and I’ll leave you some cash, kay?”

Tags:Eliza and Aleks.
Notes: Sorry for the wait!

[aleksei jonathon jakobs]

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A small smile quirked Aleks’ lips as Tristan apologised to him, and he pulled his fingers through Tristan’s hair in approval, letting the dark strands wind around his pale fingers. The movement in itself was sort of calming, but Aleks could feel the anger which he had damped earlier with medication rising once again to the fore, and picking up five cerulean oval pills he dry swallowed 5mg of Lorazepam. Yeah, fuck off, he didn’t have an addiction to the pills in the slightest – it was more a sort of perverse damage control. He didn’t like it, but he could admit that he’d prefer to be slightly drugged up (of his own choice of course) but free, than extremely drugged up (and not of his own choice) and behind bars. But back to Eliza. God, couldn’t the girl shut up a bit, she had just been stabbed in the fucking gut, that should really silence someone not give them the fucking ability to talk bullshit. Yes, maybe Aleks was only pissed off at her cause she was disagreeing with the plans his brain had made out, but fuck that shit.

He raised his eyebrow at her and let out a disbelieving chuckle. ”Well, yeah, that’s all fine and good sweetie until you think how we’re gonna get those lovely drugs.” His head tilted to one side, as if in deep thought, before ice blue eyes snapped back to the girl on the bed, mocking. ”Did you think I was gonna go get them?” An incredulous giggle was caught in his throat as he considered the possibility. He would be a horrible husband, one of those one’s who did nothing about the house. But then, hey, why should he? Oh yeah, maybe he was getting something out of it for himself, and then there was the slightest possibility if there was no other alternative (cause fuck, helping out a pretty boy normally had pretty good results), but hey, he had codeine, and he knew his shit when it came to medication. Of course, then you could always say that Aleks could call one of his “friends” and call in a favour and get them to go get it. ”Or hey, maybe I could call Cam and get her to bring those pretty intoxicants up here. But hey, I thought you wanted to keep those stitches in, right?” Fuck off, yeah, he was being a bit of a bastard. Didn’t I tell you that the meds were wearing off? Give him a bit, the initial calming effect seemed to take longer to fully kick in when he already had the drug in his system. It was something to do with his body adjusting to the effects of the medication. He shook his head slightly, as he was wont to do when he could feel the psychosis creeping up on him, as if the simple motion of his head could shake it out. Nah, he didn’t mind it, but right now? He almost wanted to save it up, for when Tristan wasn’t fighting fucking withdrawal symptoms and they could get some fucking revenge. Yeah, that would be a good time to let his psychosis loose.

Aleks placed two Valium next to the Codeine in his hand, and then placed them in Tristan’s palm, instructing as he did. ”The Valium will relax you and shit, and also make you more receptive to the Codeine, so it’ll be more potent.” It’s all about the mixers really, since the strength of anything you got would always be increased if you combined it with something else. That was, as long as you didn’t kill yourself. ”If you wanna crush them up, I got an assortment of razorblades right here.” He used his hand to push aside the bandages which sat next to him, still in the displaced drawer. Underneath, hidden below the first-aid lay a myriad of sharp objects, but Aleks only pulled out a few of the good, thick, heavy duty old fashioned razor blades. ”It’s your choice, so yeah..” Okay, and yes, he could accept the fact that what he gave Tristan wouldn’t be as good as his usual hit, but then hey, Valium was also good for withdrawals, so we’re all winners, really. Maybe not best for opiates or coke, but it was an aid, motherfuckers.

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^{TAG – eliza&&tristan.
WORDS – bout seven hundred and seventy.
NOTES – okay, i have no internet, so all the drugs info is based on personal experience(of those drugs, or similar ones), so won’t be completely and utterly solid. I know, i’m weird, j actually research nearly everything i write that has any relevance to fact. sorry bout that tho.
TUNES – intermission, p!atd
CREDIT - template by MUNZTAR * of caution 2.0}