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 Posted: Tue Oct 26, 2010 3:46 pm
Liana Mierlia
She was up more steps and looked down at the step he was hearing his invitation. Lia thought about it for a minute and then she went own the steps and in front of him looking down at him since she was on a step higher up then him. She leaned closer where her face was close to his and grinned "Sure" she said "Why not? It should be fun, or at least interesting" Lea added with a chuckle.
Leaning back she went around him to the bottom floor and then paused "So how are you able to get into the dorm rooms now when before you couldn't come in with me?" she asked looking around she was looking for the dorm mother not seeing her anywhere "I'm guessing you know the right times to come when she's not here?" she questioned.
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Posted: Tue Oct 26, 2010 7:31 pm
Emerson Valentine
Emerson shrugged in that strange way the twins shared: with just one shoulder, in a manner that could mean anything and nothing at all.
"I'm still not allowed in here; boys aren't. It's worth the risk now."
He smiled at Liana, when she dropped back down to the bottom step. Perfect level to kiss at. He half wanted to taste Liana's lips again. Patience. It'll be better when you wait. It'll be better when you're high.
"Speaking of which, I think I hear her coming. Hurry up, Yank, before you get me caught."
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Posted: Tue Oct 26, 2010 7:55 pm
Liana Mierlia
She rolled her eyes and lifted her hand flicking her finger in the direction that they need to go. "After you" she says to him and follows him down the hallway keeping quiet.
The last thing Liana needed was to be caught as well, sure he'll get in trouble by the big mother den but she will as well since she's talking to him they would think that she allowed him to come in and the last thing she needed was to get a yelling from her dad, especially through the phone. Right now she doesn't exactly want to get in trouble before she even starts her first day of class.
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Posted: Tue Oct 26, 2010 8:46 pm
Emerson Valentine
The walk was a short one; Emerson let them into Amelia's room with his spare key after his two knocks received no answers. Once they were in, Em closed and re-locked the door behind them, flipping on the overhead lights. He wasted no time in clearing away the dirty clothes hamper in her closet, to access the floor safe they hid; he was really starting to tweak today.
"Now what was that combination again?..."
He remembered it after a few second, and popped the thing open; out came the battered, old fashioned tin lunch box that held their drugs and insertion methods. Oddly enough, he began to relax once he had the lunch box in his hands. Em made small talk while he secured the safe back up and went to go sit on Amelia's bed.
"So, Yank, what's your favorite thing to do these days?"
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Posted: Tue Oct 26, 2010 8:54 pm
Liana Mierlia
Liana followed him into the room and after the door was closed she took a look around Amelia's room. Seeing a chair she walked over sitting down and crossing her one leg over the other as her eyes followed Emerson.
With interest she waited to see what he would pull out of the safe and saw the lunch box. The way his face was he looked like a kid in a candy shop.
Taking a deep breath in she prepared to answer his question "Typical teenage boring things, going to parties at least I did in the U.S. Drinking, smoking the whole rebelling thing" she waved her hand around. "I don't really have a favorite thing to do. What about you? Do you have a favorite?" she asked him as her eyes went pointly back down to the lunchbox and back up to him.
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Posted: Tue Oct 26, 2010 9:12 pm
Emerson Valentine
Amelia. Emerson saw the look, and smiled gently. Think what you will, darling.
"Football. Mathematics. Chemistry."
He unlocked the battered lunch box, and pulled out the tee-shirt that cradled the precious substances. Em glanced up at Liana, and smiled again. He unfolded the shirt and withdrew the silver spoon, two hypothermia needles (one in an unopened package, the other one already used; they twins just shared their needles, and kept the other one as a back up), and a small bag of white powder.
"And, of course, my mud. Have you ever tried it?"
Unlike Amelia, Emerson was well and truly caught into the soft and enticing web of heroin. He hid it well, though, only ever using when she did. He doubted that his twin even knew he was addicted, rather then recreational user.
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Posted: Tue Oct 26, 2010 11:18 pm
Liana Mierlia
She eyed it up the object he held in his hands. "No never" she admitted she had done other kinds of drugs like having smoked weed and she had tried shrooms before. "I don't think anyone did that stuff" she told him "At least not anyone I hung out with and that I knew of" she shrugged her shoulders.
Lia's eyes went right to the needle she wasn't exactly fond of needles "What does that stuff exactly do to you?" she asked curiously.
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Posted: Wed Oct 27, 2010 9:44 am
Emerson Valentine
"Yanks are prudes, through and through."
Emerson smiled fondly at Liana. With quick, familiar gestures, he cooked his serving of mud and sucked it up into the barrel of the hypo. He set the now primed needle back onto the tee-shirt gently, careful not to nudge the plunger. He undid the silver wrist cuffs on his left sleeve, and quickly rolled up the material past his elbow, revealing the small, permanent bruise at the crook of his arm. Next, his belt came off and was quickly secured around his bicep. The hypothermic was returned to his hand, and he paused, the needle just barely pricking his skin.
"Trying to describe heroin to someone's who's never used before, is like trying to describe the color blue to someone who's never seen before."
Emerson finished the insertion, and descended the plunger when he felt the needle hit his vein. He gave a small sigh of relief fifteen seconds later, when he felt the heroin being spread to all parts of his body. The football star smiled lazily at Liana as he unwrapped the belt and withdrew the syringe.
"It's like...being wrapped up in God's warmest blanket; every sense unwinding, unburdened of the crushing weight of pain you never even knew that you had: the rush, the wave, death, heaven, completion. For hours and hours."
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Posted: Wed Oct 27, 2010 10:09 am
Liana Mierlia
She sat there very calm and just curious as she couldn't help but watch him. No shock or digust ran through her face because truthfully it didn't do any of those things, even when he put the needle in him she didn't move a muscle or even looked worried. The one thing that did run through Liana's mind was that Emersone was shooting up right in front of her without a care if she sees it or not but she just assumed he really just did not give a ******** or he was really really stupid. She just blinked though and then looked up at his handsome yet now more dazed out face.
Hearing him describe herion she just nodded her head and then says "That sounds awful" she jokes and then smiles hoping he got that she was kidding around. "I can't imagine how sex must feel like then when that's in you" she said.
Raising her hand she then tapped her lip as she looked like she was thinking "Though I can't help but wonder, how it would feel for the sober person if it would just be sloppy sex that only lasts a couple minutes" she smiled she was being sarcastic and just having fun as she looked back at him.
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Posted: Wed Oct 27, 2010 12:19 pm
Emerson Valentine
"It feels a hundred, no a thousand times better then sex. ******** just adds to the experience. And, I must add, since you are 'asking,' it doesn't harm your performance any, and only helps your orgasm. I tell you, Lia, it's amazing."
Emerson nudged the baggy towards Liana.
"Try some. We have a fresh hypo and everything. Weren't you saying earlier that your parents were driving you nuts? And what better way to start off Steering then with a syringe full of peace?"
He nodded at the unopened packaged hypothermic needle and smiled again. He wasn't passing on Liana's clear offer of a quick romp in the sheets, but he wanted it to be as good for her then it was for him, at the very least.
"You'll end up on something within the month, Yak; it's how the school operates. Why not on mud, with me?"
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Posted: Wed Oct 27, 2010 12:27 pm
Liana Mierlia
She arched her one eyebrow up at his accusation of her being addicted to something by the end of the month. She remained still as her arms rested on her lap and her legs were still crossed over one another.
Looking down again at the needle just looking at that made chills go down her spine but then her never turn anything down life style was pumping in her brain. "Why the ******** not" she said and leaned forward standing up uncrossing her legs as she went over and sat down next to him. "You're going to have to put that needle in cause I can't and I won't" she said she really did hate needles she didn't know why maybe it was just from the feel of them.
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Posted: Wed Oct 27, 2010 12:39 pm
Emerson Valentine
"Afraid of needles, Yank?"
Emerson grinned toothly as Liana switched seats to join him on the bed. He opened up the fresh needle, going so far to uncap the thing; he cooked up another spoonful of mud (much smaller then his, of course; he didn't want to OD her so quickly) and drew it up into the other needle. He tapped out the bubbles with a doctor like efficiency, glancing over at the pretty girl to his right.
"Where do you want it? Elbow? Toes? Back of the knee? There's not that much a difference in placement; nit's a matter of preference. You know, if you wish to hide the insertion point from over-baring parents."
That, and a delivery speed. But Liana, a first time user, wouldn't notice the twenty seconds that it would take from a foot, versus the ten second from the elbow.
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Posted: Wed Oct 27, 2010 12:59 pm
Liana Mierlia
"Isn't it traditionally put in your arm?" she asked him as she pulled up her sleeve showing her thin white arm. Lifting her head she looked at him "My father doesn't notice this kind of stuff, he only notices if it is put right in his face" she told him.
Her eyes kept off the needle as she kept her arm out "You can just put it there" she says to him.
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Posted: Wed Oct 27, 2010 3:24 pm
Emerson Valentine
Emerson kissed the crook of Liana's arm lightly, feeling the sparks jumping off of her skin onto his, before sliding the head of the needle in. He depressed the plunger until it was flush, before withdraw the syringe again. Em capped the needle, and set it aside, separate from the other one.
"How do you feel?"
He began to pack away all the tools of his bliss, leaving Liana's used hypo out of the cotton tee-shirt as he rolled it up. Into the tin lunch box went rolled and folded shirt and the lock onto the clasp of the box.
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Posted: Wed Oct 27, 2010 3:46 pm
Liana Mierlia
Liana had to turn away and close her eyes in order to not look at the needle being pushed into her skin. She did take a note feeling when he had kissed her skin and was surprised by the sudden and random act of affection. When the needle entered her skin she pressed her lips together for a second until he pulled it out.
Turning her head she opened her eyes as she relaxed and started feeling the effects immediately. She turned to him feeling a bit awake but drowsy at the same time. "My arms feel heavy" she says looking down at them "And my mouth feels so incredibly dry right now" she said and looked at him.
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