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Post by Gavin/Sid/Holden on Aug 17, 2007 0:37:39 GMT -5
Sid lay on his back, staring up at the weathered wood of the pier above him and watching as the last strands of smoke he had just exhaled disappeared into the night air. Though many might have preferred the alley as a smoking hang out, Sid had found himself drawn to the relative peace and quiet under the pier. He liked the sound of the water, and the fact that he could smoke there without being pestered by too many people. He brought the joint back to his lips and drew in another lungful of smoke, holding it in for quite a while before this too was exhaled. While he had never really been that curious about harder drugs, Sid was no stranger to the love of an escape. His music could be an escape. Right now, he was escaping yet again, by simply getting high. It always seemed he was happiest in life when he was either high or drunk, so why mess with that? It may have been an escape, but it was an escape that he relished. Taking one last drag, he carefully put out his joint and replaced what was left of it into his pocket. He'd had enough for now, and he wasn't going to be wasteful. Though Sid had already wasted plenty of of his time and his life, one thing he never wasted was pot. Not if he could help it. Sighing lightly, he shut his eyes and simply listened to the sound of the ocean and his own steady breathing.
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Post by -->PEYTON&&GABBY<-- on Aug 17, 2007 0:51:47 GMT -5
Heroine. Taken to come down from meth, or simply just to mellow out. Hardcore stuff, can fuck up your life after only trying it once. Do you really think Peyton would care about risks like that? Definatley not. The small vile and needle were in her bag at the bottom. Under all of the other crap. This was possibly one of her only attempts to hide the fact that she had drugs on her. This stuff was serious though, she only ever took it when she really needed to calm down. She was on edge, hyped up, stressed. This was her last resort. She walked to the pier, the alleyway was too common of a place, she saw the cops check it out a few times a day.
Peyton ruffled her hair, actually straightened for once instead of in a curly mess. She sighed as she trudged from her car to her destination, lighting up a cigarette on the way. Her red hoodie and the black shirt underneath clung to her body. Canada was actually quite cold. Colder than what she was used to. It might have been a nice night but nice nights she was used to were around 95 degrees instead of sixty. She finally made her way to the pier, not looking around to see if anyone was there. She leaned against one of the wooden pilliers, looking out at the ocean. She took the cigarette out of her mouth, exhaling. Trying to clear her mind.
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Post by Gavin/Sid/Holden on Aug 17, 2007 1:07:15 GMT -5
Sid was shaken from his current mental state, somewhere between sleep and consciousness, when a familiar smell reached his nose. Cigarette smoke. His eyes fluttered open and he looked around, trying to find the source of the smell. Almost immediately, his gaze fell on a girl not far off, leaning against a pillar. Obviously the smell was coming from her, considering she held a cigarette in her hand and was currently letting out a lungful of smoke.
Sid sat up, looking at her curiously for a moment, before slowly getting to his feet. "Hey." He greeted pleasantly. Not exactly the way he normally acted around strangers. Normally he was an extremely unpleasant individual to meet. He wasn't really the best at making a good first impression. In fact, people often only ever had the first impression of him to judge by, as they didn't often stick around him more than five minutes after meeting him. This girl though, had happened to come across him when he was feeling particularly happy and mellow, a feeling obviously aided by what he'd just smoked. She was pretty lucky in that aspect.
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Post by -->PEYTON&&GABBY<-- on Aug 17, 2007 1:15:11 GMT -5
Peyton stared out at the water, watching the waves crash and the moonlight illuminate the ocean. She shut her eyes and listened for a few minutes, taking a few deep breaths. She listened to the waves against the shoreline and rocks. She opened her eyes again and took another brief drag. Upon hearing someone's voice she turned her head so she was looking back over her shoulder. "Hey," she said, her voice was slightly raspy from the lack of sleep and yelling over music so much.
By now she was used to people just walking up to her and saying hi. She was cool with it, it seemed like it was all people did around here. Frankly it kind of made her smile. She took another drag and looked back out at the ocean, leaning her head againsht the woodden pilliar that helped to hold the planks overhead in the air.
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Post by Gavin/Sid/Holden on Aug 20, 2007 20:34:24 GMT -5
"Wouldn't let me bum one would you?" Sid questioned, referring to the cigarette she was currently smoking. He had run out himself, and had yet to get a hold of a new pack. He wasn't really sure what to expect as a reply. While most people were generally pretty charitable with cigarettes, he had been rather angrily refused on occasion as well. He was hoping that she was the charitable type. He had a bit of a tendency to chain smoke, and he hadn't had a cigarette in a few hours. Much as he loved smoking pot, it didn't help much with the cravings for nicotine.
"I mean, I'd be sure to lend you one if you were ever in need." He added. One thing that made people more likely to say yes was always an offer of reimbursement, in his experience at least. Sid knew that if he offered to return the favor she would be far more likely to give him what he wanted.
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Post by -->PEYTON&&GABBY<-- on Aug 20, 2007 20:54:07 GMT -5
Peyton put the cigarette in her mouth again, digging around for the pack. She took out the white carton, holding it out for him to grab one. She was pretty lax with cigarettes, she'd occasionally bum one off of random people herself. She exhaled the smoke.
"I'm Peyton," she said, her voice raspy and faint from the lack of sleep. "You?" she asked dully, trying to figure out who was taking one of her cigarettes and who she would most likely be shooting up heroine in front of.
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Post by Gavin/Sid/Holden on Aug 20, 2007 21:07:21 GMT -5
"Sid." He replied, thankful that she had agreed. He took one out of the carton and put it in his mouth, using his own lighter to light it, before returning the rest to her and taking a long drag. "And thanks a ton." He added after he had exhaled the lungful of smoke. Sid felt better almost immediately as his system registered what he was taking in. As of yet, pot was probably about the strongest thing he had ever tried. Not that he wasn't curious about stronger drugs, he just hadn't gotten around to it. Giving a sigh, he leaned against a pillar himself and took another drag, before tiredly rubbing his very red eyes.
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Post by -->PEYTON&&GABBY<-- on Aug 20, 2007 21:16:36 GMT -5
Peyton took one more long drag, exhaling the smoke before tossing it away. She shut her eyes and took a few deep breaths. She was half dreading the needle in her skin and half wanted it. She looked over at the kid then back down at the sand, leaning her head on the wood. She sighed giving it a few more minutes. She was a pro at procrastonating. She had just spoken to her mother for the first time since her father's funeral, needless to say it was a very interesting conversation.
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Post by Gavin/Sid/Holden on Aug 20, 2007 21:24:43 GMT -5
Sid didn't say anything once she fell silent, he simply took another drag from his cigarette. He had never been the best conversationalist, and she didn't really look like she was in the mood for chit chat anyway. It wasn't even an awkward silence. He actually liked just standing there smoking next to her. It was sort of nice to have company that didn't constantly try to fill in silences with small talk. He studied her for a moment, some part of him wondering what had made her sigh. She seemed sort of sad, and that did strike up his curiosity. He wasn't the type of person to bother people though, so he simply exhaled and looked out over the water.
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Post by -->PEYTON&&GABBY<-- on Aug 20, 2007 21:35:08 GMT -5
Peyton sat down in the sand, digging around in her bag for the needle. She took it out, resting it on her bag. She really didn't care that he might be watching her, or having a negative outlook of what was goiing on. She rolled her sleeve up feeling it constrich her blood already. She stuck the needle in her arm and shot the heroine into her blood stream. She rolled down her sleeve and let the substance settle. Her eyes widened once when she felt it go to her head. She breathed heavy and steady; Peyton lay on the sand, the stuff rushing throughout her body.
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Post by Gavin/Sid/Holden on Aug 20, 2007 21:39:36 GMT -5
Sid watched all of this, not with disgust, but with fascination and curiosity. He didn't even look away when she stuck the needle into her arm, having never been the sort to be squeemish arond needles as a lot of people are. After a short time, he spoke up. "Heroin?" He questioned. He figured that was what it was, but he could never really be sure. It's certainly not like it was the only drug one injected. He seated himself near her in the sand and stayed quiet for a moment, waiting for her answer and wondering what doing that felt like.
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Post by -->PEYTON&&GABBY<-- on Aug 20, 2007 21:46:32 GMT -5
She nodded. "Yeah... It's been a rough few days," she said, opening her eyes and looking at him. "I just needed to chill," she said. She proped herself up with her elbows and looked at him. "You ever shoot up?" she asked him, she could feel that light feeling in her head now.
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Post by Gavin/Sid/Holden on Aug 20, 2007 21:55:34 GMT -5
"Nope." He responded, frowning slightly in though and still looking at her. If there was one thing Sid should have learned from idolizing punk rock stars, it should have been that drugs, especially heroin, never do anyone any good. So why was he so damn curious? The words that he said next came out before he had even really considered what he was about to say. "But I'd really like to try. Got any your not planning on using? I could pay you for it." Well, there it was. He'd said it. And now that he thought about it, he really did want to try.
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Post by -->PEYTON&&GABBY<-- on Aug 20, 2007 21:58:23 GMT -5
Peyton shook her head. "Not on me." she said. She laid back again. "It'll fuck you up, but if it doesn't kill you it makes you feel pretty good," she said "like you do pretty much anything because you feel so good, know what I mean?" She took deep silent breaths again.
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Post by Gavin/Sid/Holden on Aug 20, 2007 22:04:20 GMT -5
Sid frowned slightly, unsure why he felt disappointed exactly. Apart from he fact that she certainly looked like she was feeling good of course. That probably had something to do with why he wanted some. In an attempt to get his mind off that, he put out what was left of the cigarette and got out another of the pre rolled joints he tended to carry with him. Lighting it, he took a long drag, held it, then exhaled. It certainly wasn't as good as what she was describing, but it sort of did the job. It made him feel better at least.
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