bad actors with bad habits feat. connor

[marilynmahdavi]

Another one of those days. The kind of day where Marilyn, utterly baked, had nothing to do. No one to entertain her. She didn't like sitting around being lazy when she was high - she liked being out and enjoying her intoxication. But it was a snowy, dreary day, and she couldn't go anywhere. It was like she was trapped inside Hawthorne's walls, and she couldn't stand it. She had no classes. Nothing was going on in the Dining Hall or Kitchen. The roof was covered in snow. But there was one place other than her dorm room. The lounge. Maybe someone down there could interest her, for at least a little while until she found something better to do.

Grabbing her bong, she raised it to her soft pink lips, closing her light brown eyes and flicking her lighter till a solid flame rose from it. Dragging it to her weed, she inhaled in deeply, feeling her mind whirl with smoke. Taking the bong away from her lips, she held her breath, opening her eyes and trying to keep in the smoke as long as she possibly could. A few seconds later, she exhaled the smoke cleanly into her dorm, watching it disintegrate in mid air. She erupted in coughs, keeling over onto her bed and holding her mouth until the reflex ended. She had grown so used to this process. It was very much apart of her. She didn't mind the intensive coughing.

She smiled highly as she stood from her purple blanketed bedspread, reaching for the golden door nob and flinging the door open stronger than she meant to. It slammed against her door, and her ears rang with the loud noise, but her mind was foggy, and the minor discomfort didn't bother her. Nothing bothered her. Everything was simply.... perfect. A perfect day. Glorious.

She headed down the hallway to the stairwell, grabbing a tight hold of the staircases railing and making her way dowbn slowly. She had fallen down these stairs once when she was high, thank god no one had seen. The Hawthorne would've probably popped a blood vessel if they found out she was getting high. She was pretty good at hiding it. But everyone makes mistakes, right?

She arrived upon the lounge quicker than she had expected. Virtually empty, and few people she had no interest for here and there. Great. A perfect day ruined. She stared blankly at the TV, sitting down on one of the burgundy leather couches the lounge offered. So comfortable. Soft. She sank into it, her eyes half open, a perpetual smile on her face. Not so bad after all. Hopefully someone she knew would come by soon, because this wasn't going to keep her entertained for long.

words , four hundred and sixty five
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tagged , connor
notes , hope you enjoy!

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[connor]

Connor had spent the day smoking and laying around in his room. He didn't often do that, but from having been forced to attend this awful school, he needed a day of just pure peace. However, snorting his usual china white only made him strung out and completely wired. There wasn't a chance in hell that he would be able to stay in bed much longer, let alone in his room. Frowning, he looked up at the ceiling, his brain trampling over possible places to go. He hadn't been at Hawthorne long, and actually had no idea where anything really was. That didn't mean he couldn't go exploring though!

Jumping out of bed, he smoothed out his faded wash jeans and pulled a pale blue v-neck tee shirt over his head. Grabbing for his white hooded sweatshirt, he threw it on, slipped on his white Puma tennis shoes and headed for the door. He loved the feeling he got from cocaine, making his body numb, his mind race with crazy ideas. His feet took him in directions that his mind had yet to think of, his movedments extrodinairly fast. He felt like Superman. Soon enough, he found himself at a stairwell. Without even thinking it over he began to head up.

It didn't take him long to find a place that had a few people in it here or there. No one that he really knew nor cared about for that matter. He glanced around, his dark blue eyes moving at a superhuman pace, or so he thought. They landed on a cute brunette watching TV, grinning like it was the funniest thing on Earth. He knew exactly who it was! Gliding over to her, he stepped up behind her and placed his hands over her eyes. Unable to hold back a snicker, he spoke up, "Guess who, Sharky?" He smirked to himself before dropping his hands and jumping over the couch to sit next to her.


Notes: Sorry it's crap. DX