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Post by gavin on Nov 11, 2010 1:48:34 GMT -5
It was late, maybe seven, perhaps eight, he didn't really know, nor did he really give a shit. Gavin pushed open the door after looking out to make sure the guards weren't up there. Smiling he walked out, his leather jacket wrapped around him, blocking most of the cold hair from brushing against his small body. Not that it would matter in a few moments. Walking over to he edge he could see most of the grounds, alot of students were wondering around down in the various areas. But not Gavin, he had other plans.
Placing his hands in his pocket he slowly took out a plastic bag and started to unroll it. He didn't know how long it had been since he had his last hit. They had confiscated his last bag, but this time it was his, all his. Unrolling the bag he placed his hand inside to take out the razor blade that he had wrapped in toilet paper. Taking the side of the blade he pressed it against one of the rocks. Making sure to have quite a bit done he gently lifted the back of the bag while using his other hand to hold the rocks that weren't crushed in the bag.
After that was done he reached back into his pocket and pulled out a straw he had grabbed from the cafeteria. He started to cut that into four pieces. He'd keep the three he didn't use for later. After that was done, he ran the blade through he pile of crack four times making four lines. It only took him about three minutes before he was done.
Noticing the wind start to pick up he placed his body in front of it as to not let the powder blow away. He took a piece of straw after putting the three others in his pocket, and slid the wrapper off. Leaning down he placed the edge at his nostril and the other at the one closet to the edge before inhaling. Standing up he suck air in through his nose as he pressed his finger against it. His eyes watering a bit as it hit him. His body heat raised a bit before he heard it. Looking back he noticed the door start to open.
"Fuck."
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Post by sasha marii heart on Nov 11, 2010 2:06:13 GMT -5
"Jesus fucking christ!" she muttered to herself as she left her shrinks office. All that man wanted to do was talk to Skittles.
"Fuck you skittles, I hate you" She couldn't help it, all that little bitch did was talk and blab off about everything. So what if May had done a little bit of meth before going to her session. She needed it, to calm herself. To keep skinny, to be perfect. She needed to stay as sane as she could, and was difficult given her circumstances. there were a lot of quakes in this place. Like the onces addicted to sex.
"really...sex addiction?" Please, it was all a cry for help for the ones that couldn't stop there need to be sluts. All attention for the fact that they had no self worth. It was nasty, May would never understand. She also, would never be able to understand why she couldn't control them. They lived inside of her. She was there first, it was her mind, her body. Shouldn't she have control?
Fucking skittles, telling all her secrets. May couldn't even trust herself. What kind of a person didn't have themselves to talk to.. Normally when people talked to themselves it was literally only them but had people talking back to her. Not in the moment, but in time. When they told the world all of what she was saying.
"Fucking personalities.." Thats what May referred to them as, and what more were they? They were an inconvience to her and nothing more. Though Frank truely only wanted to help her, but still in a way she didn't like so much.
May reached the stairs and began to stomp up them out of anger saying nothing. Thinking nothing. It wasn't worth getting bitched out again at therapy, and then checked. and not just cop checked, but checked. Like, the hand up the hole and everything checked. For fucks sake, May wasn't going to shove herion up herself. That would be a waste of the good money she paid for it but still, that doctor just couldn't get enough.
It was pretty funny though, to May, when she came to and noticed that the doctor had a broken nose. Had to have been Rose, no doubt about it.
She laughed a little bit when she opened to door, thinking about what had just happened. Rose was certainly her favorite..
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Post by gavin on Nov 11, 2010 2:21:06 GMT -5
Watching the door open, Gavin grabbed the bag of rocks and shoved it into his pocket. If it was a cop, this would be the second time this week he had gotten caught and wasted a good forty dollars worth. What was really going to suck was having to talk to the asshole of a doctor again. He didn't understand, Gavin didn't feel alive without it. He was half tempted to turn around and start to push the rest off the edge.
Turning around he was starting to panic, he didn't want to get in trouble again. Fuck what the hell could he do. Biting his cheek he turned around again and saw blonde long hair, but not a face. He froze for a second squinting to make them out. "Hello?" he called out. His high was starting to peek.
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Post by sasha marii heart on Nov 11, 2010 2:31:29 GMT -5
May found her way through the door, still chuckling at herself. As far as she was concerned, that pervert doctor got what he deserved. Yeah, so she had tried to hide there one time. Only once, and now that doctor was going to feel her up every chance he got. She guess Skittles like it, the feeling of a man touching her only it wasn't skittles getting touched. It was May, and usually Rose and they hated. She couldn't wait for the day that Skittles was gone, and the three of them could just enjoy getting high and not being anxious about someone finding out afterwards.
She closed the heavy metal door behind her and took in a breath when the cold are hit her small frame and blew around her small body. May was much to skinny, but not due to not eating. In fact, May loved food. It was the meth that made her so skinny, but May wouldn't give it up. She would stop breathing first.
"Hello?" May jumped, and whiped her head around to see who was up there. She hoped it wasn't a doctor, because she wasn't suppose to be up there. None of the patients were. Students, whatever. They were here because society couldn't take them for what they were. Just fuck-ups. Thats what they were.
"Jesus Christ..." He muttered to herself when she didn't see a lab coat. They always wore lab coats, and she could breath again when she saw that she wasn't with anyone that could get her in trouble. She was sick of getting in trouble.
"Way to scare the shit out of me, asshole" she said with a slightly loud voice, walking towards the figure. She pulled a cigarette from her pocket as she watched him.
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Post by gavin on Nov 11, 2010 2:54:12 GMT -5
Gavin scratched his head for a bit, wondering what the hell this girls problem was. He was feeling way to good for this girl to bother him, so he just waved his hand at her. "Not a fucking doc, so I really don't give a fuck." He said with out much of a care. Turning back around he grabbed the straw off the ledge and leaned down taking another hit. Raising his head back he pressed his finger to his nose again. "AHHHH Thats some good shit!" he said with a smile. His pupils were dialated as he turned back around. Making sure to keep his body in front of the crack. Not only to keep it from the wind, but he didn't need a snitch.
"What hey hell are you doing up here girl?" he asked with a smile before running his hand though his hair. "Mmm thats so soft." he commented more to himself before scratching his neck. He was fidgeting like usual. But that was just an affect it had on him. Biting his lip he rubbed his right eye. His mind racing, perhaps she would try to steal from him. She was small, he could take her.
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Post by sasha marii heart on Nov 11, 2010 3:08:04 GMT -5
May watched the boy in front of her for a moment, and let out a small laugh. This boy was just that a boy. May was older then him, she could tell just by the way he looked. He wasn't to much younger then her though. Maybe a year difference grade wise, but she couldn't pin-point his age. Probably the Meth still running wild in her head. She didn't care, it was hardly worth the headache.
"Girl?" She shook her head, and took a seat on the ground where she was standing in front of him. "By the looks of it, your the girl [/i]boy[/i]. What are you anyways? Like 10. Please, get a real mental illness and stop sniffing whatever it is your hiding over there"
She had no room to talk, but at least she had a real mental disorder. Or so the doctors said it was a disorder. Speaking of which, May swallowed deep as her insides started to itch. Thats what would happen when she forced into the back of her mind. While someone else took over. She hated the feeling of not being able to say no.
Couldn't she just talk to someone?
"Your lucking Im not a doctor, otherwise your ass would be toasted already. More so then whatever that shit your doing has toasted you already"
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Post by gavin on Nov 12, 2010 0:34:34 GMT -5
Gavin couldn't tell if this girl was looking for a fight, or just being a bitch. Coarse it didn't much matter to him. What did was finishing these last two hits. Turning around he watched across the academy's grounds. "What ever, do you wanna hit?" He asked placing his hands inside his pocket. There he took a straw out and placed it down on the ledge still in its wrapping. Looking up he watched the clouds. "Such a pretty sky don't you think?" He commented.
That was the problem with crack though. The high was great and all, just the down time sucked ass, cause when you came down, it was hard. Like an airplane hitting the ground. Thats how he'd explain it. "Besides if you were a doctor I would of ran. So you see nothing to worry about, cause you little lady, are a girl, a very attractive girl. Just a bit to much of an attitude for me." He said with a grin before itching his arm and then his chin. He felt so damn good.
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Post by sasha marii heart on Nov 12, 2010 15:57:48 GMT -5
May gave him a look. “And attitude?” She felt that twitch in her system and she inwardly groaned. The last thing she needed was a fucking personality disfunction. All she wanted to do was chill. Was that not okay? Apparently not. Fuck this.
“Fuck off, you don’t even know her!” Frank was pissed, how dare this asshole talk to Sasha like that. He had no right. He stood up, and felt awkward as such a small person but he hardly cared. He figured he could do some damage.. with the stuff laying around up here. He silently scanned the place for a moment before looking back at the boy in front of him.
“You should fucking watch what you say, and she would never show interest in you. Your fucking pathetic, trying to guard your shit drugs from the wind. It’s the goddamn wind you moron, you can’t get away from it when your outside” Frank shook his head for a moment, trying to clear the last of the drugs in May’s system. How could the girl just be up here with this guy and not lose it? That was fine, that’s what he was for the look at for her. Keep her safe.
He let his eyes turn into slits as he watched the boy some more.
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Post by gavin on Nov 15, 2010 16:49:04 GMT -5
He grinned as he went down for one last hit. It was as he was doing this that he heard her start to talk again. Didn't she get the point that he just wanted to chill out on the roof? Was it to much to ask to be happy for just a few minutes at this fucking place.
"What the fuck?" he said as the girl infront of him started to talk in a third person. Her? She, what he hell was this chick on. Shaking his head he chuckled a bit. "Hun, you crazy." He said with a grin. He felt so good that it didn't really matter what this chick was spouting out. For all he knew he could be hallucinating. The guy he had bought the crack from was a bit shady. Haha, a shady dealer.
"Now what ever your on, I'd love to know, cause it must be some good shit." He said before sitting up on the ledge. He had his hands on the front to keep him from falling. "You think I could fly with how good i feel right now man!"
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Post by sasha marii heart on Nov 15, 2010 17:00:01 GMT -5
The funny thing about Sasha’s DID was that she had no idea what was happening. It was like falling asleep to her, and while she was sleeping her body just moved on it’s own. The way her doctors had explained it to her when she was just diagnosed was something similar to sleep walking.
Frank watched the boy in front of him, it’s temper flared to a peak. He had a small patience for men when he came to Sasha because she was frail. Although she wasn’t always aware of it, he knew that her small stature and good looks put her at risk for a lot of things. And her drug addiction wouldn’t help. He made her more keen to reach out to people in the attempt to get high again.
The boy started to talk again, and this only angered Frank further. Didn’t a person know when to stop? This boy was so worried about getting high, that he didn’t realize the amount of trouble he could be getting himself to. Frank might be stuck using such a small stature, but this boy in front of him was exceedingly close to a ledge, on the top of a building. And though Frank wasn’t very strong he would have surprise on his side and the fact that he had somewhat of a running start to put more force behind the push. He grinned to himself, thinking about how good it might feel to push the fucker off the roof all together.
”What the fuck? You don’t even know what your saying right now you lousy piece of shit” The boy was so high, Frank was sure he couldn’t tell light from dark at the moment. If anything, he hated those druggies that couldn’t think of anything else. Yeah, Sasha did drugs and though Frank wasn’t happy about it he knew Sasha could be worse.
Frank walked closer to the man, and took a swing at him. ”I said, watch what you fucking say!”
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Post by gavin on Nov 15, 2010 23:42:31 GMT -5
Gavin wasn't really paying attention. So the fact that some puny girl just hulled off and punched him caught him off guard. Not to mention the fact that he was blown out of his mind at the moment. What happened next was possibly the third scariest thing to happen to him in his life. The feeling of falling back was fine, it was untill his mind realized it would die if he fell to far. His hands luckly were already placed on the front ledge and gripped on causing him to hold himself up. His head hanging back against the wall of the building.
"WHAT THE, WHOO HOLD ON A SECOND, WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING YOU CRAZY BITCH!" He yelled trying to pull himself up. Luckily it wasn't to hard. After he pulled himself up he quickly jumped off the ledge onto the roof and backed away from her. "Look I don't hit girls but your royally fucked in the head if you think pushing me off a ledge is gonna land you some where better then Hawthorne."
He used the back of his hand to wipe his brow which was now filled with sweat. He had half a mind to beat the shit of out of this girl. But he was better then that. He wouldn't ever hit a girl. Well, there was that one time, but if she did try anything again, he didn't have anything against holding a girl down until they calm down. Just no punching or kicking them.
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Post by sasha marii heart on Nov 16, 2010 0:46:19 GMT -5
"I would normally take offense to being called a bitch but it's apparent that your much to stupid to understand anything that is going on right now". Frank decided to ignore his comment aboout hitting Sasha, because the mention of something doing any physical harm to her only pissed him off more and Frank was aware of the fact that he needs to work on his temper though he really hated this guy.
So Frank walked towards him again and shoved him. Yeah he had thought about pushing him off the ledge, but in the end it wouldn't solve any problems for Sasha. But then on the other end, she wouldn't have to deal with this guy anymore.
"I honestly don't give a shit about Sasha getting out of here. She needs to be in here. She belongs here" Yeah, Frank had officially decided that him being pushed off the roof would solve more things then letting him stay where he was.
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Post by gavin on Nov 16, 2010 0:56:05 GMT -5
Gavin's fist tightened at his side. This girl really didn't get when to fucking stop. What the hell was wrong with her anyways. How badly he would like to teach this stupid ass cunt faced bitch a lesson. But she'd go off and tell a staff member or some shit. But it was when she went and shoved him that it reached the last straw. She had just fucking tried to knock him off the roof and now she was still trying to start shit.
After regaining his balance he looked at her. "Fucking walk away. I don't want any trouble. Ok?" He said. His high was starting to wade off again, and if this bitch kept up when it wore off, well gavin wasn't gonna be responsible for what happened. This bitch needed help and she wasn't gonna find it here.
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Post by sasha marii heart on Nov 16, 2010 1:05:22 GMT -5
"I do" he muttered, shoving him again. He was aware that he was using a body that could hardly do any real damage, but the fact that he was pissing this kid off was giving him some sort of weird effection. Frank got off by the anger of others, it fueld him for some reason. He couldn't understand but that was alright. Sasha was in a place for mentally ill people so he could be mentally ill in a way he supposed.
"Maybe you should learn to think before you say things. You haven't a clue who this girl in front of you is, or what she might be capable of. your lucky she violent. Unfortunately, I don't share the same values as her and I wouldn't think twice if you just happened to slip and fall off this fucking roof"
Frank was still a little close to the boy, and while he had the chance he brought his leg up and made a move to kick him in the chest. That was the only advantage of being a personality of a women. The fact that he had the flexibility of one.
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Post by gavin on Nov 16, 2010 1:17:41 GMT -5
Gavin had tried to be nice, tried to ignore her, even asked her to leave. But for some reason she thought lowering her voice and acting tough was going to phase him. Gavin had dealt with the low lives of society, in fact he still did. This was getting old and he was starting to come down. Hell he didn't even get to enjoy it. It was when she went to kick him that he grabbed her leg and pushed forward with his shoulder.
He made sure to pull the other direction of her leg to make her fall on her back before jumping on her stomach and put his hands over her wrist and held her down. "CALM THE FUCK DOWN BEFORE I THROW YOU OFF THIS FUCKING ROOF YOU CRAZY BITCH!" He yelled at her. His eyes weren't glazed any more, but filled with rage. His high was almost gone and it was all this cunt-bags fault.
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