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Post by bodieshitthefloor on May 17, 2010 20:49:01 GMT 1
A figure sat on the old tracks. It was hard to really tell anything about the person other than they were lean and tall and had pale skin hidden beneath the black clothes they wore. Axel was the figure sitting there He had just dosed a shot of heroine and was now lighting up a joint.
Drugs were Drugs. He had no preference for what he took, He'd take anything as long as it got him high. Sitting there arms propped up on his knees he took a long drag from the joint before exhaling the smoke through his mouth. The smoke floating into the night air before it dissappeared into the atmosphere.
He had manage to get some drugs earlier that day after running out the day before. He couldn't go more than a day without dosing otherwise the withdrawal symptoms kicked in and it would be dead obvious, more so than his daily appearance, that he was using.
Holding the joint between his fingers he closed his eyes for a moment before opening them again, looking up at the darken star filled sky, the moon no where in sight in the cloudless sky.
He was off in his own world. Probably soon to be high as a kite. Axel wore a pair of black skinny jeans with a studded belt and black hoodie over a green and black striped top. He had a beanie on his head, his whispy black hair sticking out in random places from beneath it, and wore Converse sneakers. His eyes were slightly red from the drugs that were taking effect. WORDCOUNT:: 267 CURRENTMOOD:: sleepy CURRENTSONG:: What have you done - Within Temptation TAGGED:: Open to all WRITERCOMMENTS:: Open to everyone, anyone can reply. Me just bored so I decided to start the thread.
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Post by ZACK BENEDICT MØRK on May 17, 2010 22:06:31 GMT 1
Zack staggered down the train tracks, cursing himself, the staff, his parents, the whole fucking world for the shit he was in. Ever the optimist, he saw this time he had gone to far and thought he might as well aim for expulsion to top it all off. He wasn’t going to get out of this one, he had no excuses. Well he did but none that would get him out of trouble. He just lost it, completely and totally and it just happened that at the time that little new boy was standing there in his way. Zack didn’t mean to stab him but he was in the kitchens, had a knife in his hand and the boy had to ask question, personal questions that Zack didn’t want to reply to. “Stupid..” Zack mumbled running his hands back through his hair as he stomped down the tracks. Of course only now he thought he could have simply stated it was personal and he didn’t want to explain the scars or the limp. Poor kid, after the beating he go he was unlikely to be asking anything for quite some time.
Looking up Zack walked through the weeds and wildflowers, they seemed to move out his way as even with his heavy boots and walking he didn’t trample anything, not even a ant. Ahead he saw sparks, somebody was around here as well but he couldn’t see who yet. Zack wasn’t in the mood for company but he always managed to get involved with people at the worse times and if indeed he wanted to get kicked out this place he had to up a gear or two, or three.. He assumed it would be a student or some crack addict homesless guy. Either way it be easy enough to release some stress.
Being quiet came naturally to the Fey boy, when he wanted to be he could really blend into nature and stalked up behind, who all to late he saw was Axel as he tackled the guy to the ground. Oh well, he was in deep shit as it was, pissing off a high pyromaniac didn’t seem that big of problem. More so as Zack kind of liked the dude. “Smoking is bad for you.” Zack said holding the guy down a moment and pulling the joint from his hands to take a drag himself before shoving it back into Axels mouth.
He was playing with fire here, quite literally but God help him, danger turned him on.
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Post by bodieshitthefloor on May 17, 2010 23:42:47 GMT 1
Axel took another drag from the joint. Turning an looking into the darkness, hearing something. Well he thought he heard something. Of course it could have been the drugs playing with his brain. As he turned back to staring at the stars he felt something collide with him.
At first he thought a guard had found him and were tackling but when his eyes refocused after hitting the ground and the boy leaning over him. He realized it was just another student. But he was already on guard. Groggy with drugs in his system or not.
When the boy told him smoking was bad and took his joint he was about to say to go get his own damn drugs but the joint was back between his lips before he could say anything.
"You, are a hy-hypo..."
He trailed off his fuzzy brain trying to wrap around the word.
"Hypocrite!"
He said triumphantly when he remembered the word and got it out....He thought that was the right word anyway. Oh well he didn't care. Sitting up he brushed himself off and continued as he blinked, trying to focus his eyes as it seemed the boy kept moving,
"You shouldn't go around taking things from people, its not nice."
He said as he went to stand and stumbled before hitting the ground again. Taking a final drag from the joint he tossed the remainder of it to the ground that was more wrapper than weed.
"Who are you?"
He asked confused. As he sqiunted his bloodshot eyes. He didn't reconize the boy. Well didn't recall seeing anyone like him. Not at the moment anyways. He adjusted his beanie that was falling from his head since he had been tackled.
Fishing in his pocket her pulled out another joint and with a bit of thinking he used his powers to light the end of it up. Causing some of the weeds that over grown the train track to catch fire to in the process, High and trying to light something always proved to light up more than you wanted. WORDCOUNT:: 348 CURRENTMOOD:: sleepy CURRENTSONG:: Chinese Burn - Curve TAGGED:: Zack
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Post by ZACK BENEDICT MØRK on May 18, 2010 14:24:29 GMT 1
Laughing Zack found it hard not to keep control, this dude was wasted! He could hardly speak and looked terrible and his eyes were spinning. Zack wasn’t offended about being called a hypocrite, wasn’t like he smoked all the time and certainly not drugs. He only took Axel smoke in the hopes of pissing him off and it seemed to have had some effect as the guy looked annoyed. Zack was proudly not a addict, only weak people got addicted to silly things like that. He was on a fair amount of prescription meds but that was different, that was ok... “I didn’t take it, I borrowed it.” Zack corrected and smiled as Axel tried to stand but fell over again, not offering to help him to his feet as it was a lot more funny watching him try and do it himself.
Smirking, the fact Axel didn’t know him but Zack new who he was could be very rewarding if he played things right. Watching him roll another join Zack walked t sit by his side with a faint smile. “You really are wasted Axel. I feel offended.” He said with a small frown and watched the guy light up the joint and some of the dry plants around. Didn’t seem like the safest idea, Zack would offer the guy a lighter but Zack never let anyone borrow his stuff he only took things. “It’s Zack, anyway. Not that you will remember.” He said trailing off and glanced down the tracks.
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Post by bodieshitthefloor on May 18, 2010 19:33:42 GMT 1
Axel looked at him oddly. He did not know this person, yet this person whom ever he was knew him. That didn't sit right in Axel's mind. Taking a drag from his newly lit joint he thought. He took his joint that was cossidered taking. Borrowing is when you ask if you can and get permission. He may have been high but he still had some logic.
"No, borrowing is when you ask if you can have first. You just took it...How do you know me. I don't know you."
He stated as she inspected his joint for a moment before taking another drag from it. Even if the one did tell him who he was and how he knew him. It was a very doubtful chance he would remember in a few hours or in the morning after waking up from his wasted state.
He was getting aggitated now that the guy would not tell him his name. He knew people that knew him. He did not know this person. Well he didn't think he knew them anyways. If he did it was a brief meeting and he had since forgotten the face and voice. WORDCOUNT:: 197 CURRENTSONG:: Words of Sorrow - Bullet for my Valentine CURRENTMOOD:: Bored TAGGED:: Zack
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Post by ZACK BENEDICT MØRK on May 18, 2010 22:26:47 GMT 1
Giving Axel a side glance Zack narrowed his eyes to a small frown and looked away again with a shrug. “Whatever.” Did he ask for the definition of what borrowing was? No, so why tell him? Zack didn’t care. “Dude, we go to the same academy. I seen you around.. Word spreads quick about people in this place.” Zack explained with a faint laugh liking the fact he seemed to be getting the guy paranoid, this night was just getting better and better and his previous mood was changing from pissed off to, well still pissed off but now he had someone to vent it on. A druggie was good to, he probably not remember half of this by the morning, that is if he even lived until then. The guy was smoking again but looked like he had filled up on a good number of things before those two joints. What a moron.. And doing it out here where nobody was around apart from wondering psychos. Smirking to himself Zack shifted his position in the dirt and glanced to Axel.
“So whats a pretty thing like you doing out here all alone?” he asked deliberately being patronising in his tone and words he was using. Looking to the smouldering plants Zack stomped a heavy boot on it to smother the flame out, this guy could burn a whole forest down if he wasn’t careful.
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Post by bodieshitthefloor on May 18, 2010 22:47:38 GMT 1
Axel thought for a moment. He gave a reasonable answer but for him it still wasn't enough. But he let it drop. Watching the guy stomp out the smoldering weeds and grass with his boot. Taking a few puffs from his joint he looked at the guy as he shifted his standing position.
What was said next made him feel slightly creeped out.
Pretty? Did this guy just fucking call me pretty?
He thought as he scratched his head that was beneath his beanie. Axel wasn't exactly use to people calling him pretty. For one thing he was a guy. and second he didn't go around people that often unless his wasted self stumble upon them or he was in class. The fact a guy called him pretty had him pretty creeped out.
It wasn't natural.
"What are you some kind of fruitcake?"
He slurred, He really didn't know what else to think about this guy who had called him pretty. So he was either extremely fucked up in the head, Axel himself had heard wrong in his intoxicated state, or he was indeed a fruitcake.
Now Axel had nothing against people who prefferred their own sex to the opposite but to be called pretty was kind of unnerving. Even more so in his wasted state of mind. WORDCOUNT:: 220 CURRENTSONG:: All around me - Flyleaf
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Post by ZACK BENEDICT MØRK on May 19, 2010 16:50:38 GMT 1
“Fruitcake?” Zack questioned almost bursting out laughing at the term, which was good as normally slang insults like that would get you a fist in your face. But he just shook his head and stared off into the night, chuckling to himself at the thought. “Im whatever you want me to be, hun” He added with a grin finding it hard to not let his voice crack and stared back to Axel. “But you, need to lighten up a bit.” This guy was way to easy to make paranoid though what he was smoking probably helped a lot. Laughing again Zack looked away and raised a hand to pull that stupid beanie the guy had been playing with since he arrived off his head and chucked it across the tracks, it was annoying him the way he kept pulling at it.
“Besides. Whats it to you what I am?” Zack asked sitting back in the dirt and looking up to the stars. Zack was assuming the guy was to far gone to really be much of a threat so he was confident in pushing his luck a bit with how far he could play the gay card when Axel was so obviously unnerved by it. If he was ok and said little then Zack would have dropped the subject but by being uncomfortable, Zack felt it was his duty to make him feel worse.
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Post by bodieshitthefloor on May 19, 2010 18:10:28 GMT 1
This guy was starting annoy him. Whether he was gay or just messing around it was down right creepy. Last thing Axel wanted was to end up being jumped by some crazed idiot. Tossing the last of the joint away he gave a growl as the guy grabbed his beanie.
He wasn't much on contact and didn't like people touching him. So grabbing his beanie and tossing it to god only knew where pissed him off.
"Listen nutjob, don't fucking touch me."
He said now thouroughly getting pissed off. If Zack wasn't careful he'd become a barbaque pixie. Getting to his feet he stumbled slightly but managed to steady himself and go search for his beanie. A flickering fireball lightling the way. Finding it he put the fireball out and pulled the beanie back over his head.
He stumbled back over the tracks and nearly fell but manage to stay standing. Normally by now he'd wander back inside but now he had a bone to pick with the idiot who was in Axel's mind. a creep. Even though he doubted he could do much in a fight in his state. But there was always the pyrokenisis.
You pissed him off and the fire would start burning the object that pissed him off or something close by. WORDCOUNT:: 216 CURRENTSONG:: Cowboy Cassanova - Carrie Underwood
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Post by ZACK BENEDICT MØRK on May 19, 2010 22:34:18 GMT 1
“Calm down, your live longer.” Zack said brushing of Axels nutjob comment though really he was getting just as pissed with the insults the dude was throwing out. He could only take so much before he had to react, but not yet. “Somebody can’t take a joke.” He added acting far to casual given the situation and the fact a high pyromaniac was lot more dangerous then a normal one. More when they could start a fire with a click of there figures and didn’t need matches or lighters to do it. “And trust me, touching you is the last thing I would want to do. I only came out here to get some fresh air, which you seem to want to pollute with your fags.” Zack said flicking his gaze to Axel and away again. Ok so he lied a little, he did want to touch Axel but just not right now, he felt a certain attraction to the idiotic addict for whatever reason. It was stupid really, Zack didn’t know what he saw in the guy or why he had been somewhat following him, which was one of the reasons he knew who Axel was but Axel didn’t know who he was as Zack made sure he wasn’t seen.
As stalkers went Zack was one of the worse. If he wanted something he normally got it as ‘no’ didn’t appear in his dictionary. He just wanted to get Axel on his side right now which was a task. Zack had little to no friends as nobody liked him, he wasn’t sure how to be nice to someone so his current attitude of ‘sarcastic and slightly annoying’ was the nearest thing to ‘friendly’ as he was going to get. Really anything other then beating the shit or cursing you out was a sign Zack didn’t completely hate you and you should be grateful.
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Post by bodieshitthefloor on May 19, 2010 23:03:40 GMT 1
Axel watched the boy, He could take a joke, but everything sounded serious to him when he was higher than a kite on a windy day. Fresh Air? You couldn't get fresh air anywhere it was all polluted by idiots and their cars and factories. Next to them he was an angel when it came to polution.
The fact he still didn't know the guys name was driving him banana's he liked knowing the people he was talking to. So when he didn't know nicknames of inssults would ensue,
"You know, if you told me your name, I may quit giving you inssulting nicknames."
Axel said pointingly as played idly with the draw string on his hoodie. WORDCOUNT:: 117 WRITERCOMMENTS:: my brain ran away
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Post by ZACK BENEDICT MØRK on May 20, 2010 19:36:32 GMT 1
Zack glared at Axel with a look that was obvious he thought the guy was a complete idiot. “I did. About fifteen minutes ago.” he said trailing off, either the guy didn’t hear him or those drugs had killed off a few memory brain cells. “Its Zack. want me to write it down?” he added speaking his name slowly and his voice dripping with sarcasm as he looked to Axel. Now tempted to strange the guy with his own draw stings on his hoodie. Zack wasn’t sure why he was feeling so violent, at least why he was feeling it more then normal. He got violent thoughts but usually could go looking at people without fear but with this guy just looking at him made him feel like smacking him into next Sunday. He hated the fact he liked the guy, it was just such a new feeling for him to feel anything but distain for someone.
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Post by bodieshitthefloor on May 20, 2010 20:03:03 GMT 1
Axel thought for a moment and then remembered, What was it the guy had told him he had to rack his brains for,
"Oh thats right, sorry."
He said as he remembered what the guy had said his name was. Maybe he should cut off drugs for the night before he forgot his own name. He thought to himself as he crossed his legs at the ankles and brushed a few strands of his black hair from his face.
Looking around absentmindly he tapped his fingers on his knees and looked up at the stars. He liked looking at the stars. He didn't know why. He just did.
They were pretty. WORDCOUNT::[//b] 111
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Post by ZACK BENEDICT MØRK on May 23, 2010 23:14:02 GMT 1
Laughing Zack glared to Axel,“You are an idiot.” He commented sarcastically rolling his eyes slightly, not understanding how someone could let themselves get to the point where they forgot what they been told five minutes ago. This guy must be really addicted if he couldn’t hold off even a little, it was something Zack would never understand or begin to try to. Crack heads were not worth his time unless he was screwing with them, Axel he found interesting enough to not just walk away from despite thinking the guy was beneath him morally. His power was what Zack liked more then anything, it was the old story of fire being all consuming and Zack could only dream what he could achieve if he had that ability. It was a blessing he did not being dangerous enough just as he was he didn’t need fire to cause damage or pain.
“There are plenty of natural highs you can get, if you know where to look.” Zack said slyly glancing to Axel. “Smoke the right plant, eat some berries. Legal and free. Suppose you prefer the old fashion stuff though.” He added with a shrug trailing his eyes away but hoping to have gained the guys interest. Zack was pretty in tune with nature, he knew more about plants then he ever admit to.
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