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Post by riley oywix on Jul 24, 2008 22:07:43 GMT -5
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The redheaded girl sighed as she sat on the parking block thing as she rubbed her arms. It wasnt cold; she was just itching for a needle of heroin. She hadnt heard from Casey in a while; hopefully her dad wasnt being an ass to her again. Riley sighed again: maybe he was and he had hurt her. Badly. Worried, the redhead heroin addict nibbled her pierced lip. hardly moving her hands other than to pinch her arm.
The Hideout hadnt really grown in the past little while, and Riley wasnt too worried about it. That meant more heroin for her to use and sell, and that meant more space for the random junk she had started to collect. That was why she was out of town; close to the gas station was a good place to start looking for junk. Riley had found a 20 dollar bill here once; it was pretty sweet. Rubbing her arms as she forgot about Casey, a small pain flared up her stomach and into her chest, then dropped back down. A wince left her lips before she felt the pain flee. Withdrawals were close.
She had a needle in her backpack but she planned on selling it tonight. She could get fifty dollars or more for the pure stuff, and less that 50 if its beem tampered with. Riley glanced at the bag she carried around. Hopefully no one wanted any of the liquid stuff; she had enough heroin packets to get her as high as a kite, but coming across liquid heroin was hard, and expensive. As the redhead reached into her backpack, she then quickly looked around. No police prowled around here, too dangerous. But other druggies could get excited...
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Post by Abel Solomon on Jul 24, 2008 22:29:22 GMT -5
Having now gone 3 weeks, 4 days, 7 hours and 35 minutes since his last fix of heroin, Abel was finding it hard to put the craving to the back of his mind. He wasn't an addict, not yet anyway, which was why he'd been able to go so long without it considering he was still relatively new to the drug. He'd only gotten into it because of a few 'friends' back in school and he'd say he regretted it...but that would be lying.
Abel was still kind of new to the area for the most part, he hadn't really ventured further than the forest apart from on the odd occassion when he grew tired and restless, so he'd decided to start his exploration at the gas station. It hadn't been used in forever so he doubted there'd be anyone there. Kicking the dirt beneath his feet he followed them towards the parking lot which was where he happened to find someone already taking up residence. Riley Oywix.
Making his way over, from the front so as not to startle her, he lifted a hand in acknowledgement and rubbed his arm for a moment.
"'sup Riley?" He started casually, sitting himself down beside her as he glanced at her backpack purely because it was there and was something to look at. |
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Post by riley oywix on Jul 26, 2008 9:23:03 GMT -5
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Someone spoke to her. Looking at Abel she smiled and nodded her own hello, as she took her hand out of her bag and turned to face him. Good timing. The redhead shut her bag, putting the thought of getting high behind her. She didnt need to get high, no.. not yet anyways.
"Hey Abel, whats going on?"
Riley asked, as she saw him glance at her bag. Already she could feel the morphine's paranoia kick in; he wanted what she had, he wanted her heroin, her morphine. Riley wanted to hold her bag, to make sure that Abel got the point that she wasnt going to share. But Abel was her friend, her mind argued. He's a nice guy, you know that! Riley smiled again at Abel, hoping that her friend wouldnt want a taste of her heroin today. 'Well.. maybe I'll share today,' Riley thought.
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Post by Abel Solomon on Jul 28, 2008 14:27:58 GMT -5
"Hey Abel, whats going on?"
He shrugged slightly in responce, turning away to look down to his converse as he scuffed them against the floor. It was an odd little quirk he'd picked up from being a child and usually it was a sign that he was thinking obsessively about something.
"Not much really," he finally answered, biting his lip gingerly. "I figured I'd go out for a walk to clear my head and ended up here."
Of course, by 'clearing his head' he obviously meant trying to ignore his sudden need to get high; but he doubted she'd pick up on that. Casting his deep brown eyes back over to her, he glanced down at her bag again.
"So, whatcha up to in a place like this?" he asked curiously, cautious of how he came across as she might become irrationally suspicious of him..or so his paranoia told him. |
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