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 Posted: Sat Jan 23, 2010 8:29 pm
40 mg.... ....I destroyed your life for 40 mg Remember me?
I’m the one you asked your friend the name of.
The one who told you you looked cute last night.
The one who held your hand in the park.
The one who took you the fair.
The one who asked you to be mine.
The one who snuck into your room.
The one that kissed you in your bed.
The one that lied.
The one that stole.
The one that left you waiting in the dark for five hours.
The one that disappeared for days on end.
The one that broke into your home.
The one that threw chairs against the wall.
The one that made your cry.
The one that made your scream.
The one that shot up 40mg.
Remember me?
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Posted: Sat Jan 23, 2010 9:11 pm
Drugs are everywhere, in inner cities, out in the country, overseas, and all over million dollar residencies. He fell in love and so did she.
So what’s the tragedy? He became addicted to heroin and did meth for the thrill of it. No more love, no more cuddling, no more boyfriend girlfriend. Just three or four years of living on the streets dealing, prostituting and mugging people for drugs.
Addictions rough, because it’s hard to break. After what seems like twenty rehabs, it’s hard to stay hopeful, and it’s hard for anyone to stay supportive.
Just like s**t happens, things change.
He’s clean. Totally clean. No more drugs, no more violence, no more nothing.
Literally. With no family willing to take him in, she’s his only hope. She lets him stay at her home, he’s clean now after all and really, he just needs to get back on his feet.
So what’s the tragedy?
She had a new boyfriend, a new boyfriend that she lives with. He doesn’t want some washed up drug addicted in his house, especially if said drug addict is his girlfriend’s ex! But whatever, he’s Mr. Wonderful, he’ll let him stay.
So what’s the tragedy?
Mr. Wonderful only seems great. He’s got some sort of history…a history no one knows. It’s bad though real bad, and seeing as he’s on breaking point, that old persona comes back to life. It’s prey, the rehabilitated drug addict.
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Troubled Monster Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat Jan 23, 2010 9:13 pm
S K E L E T O N D R U G S::: TM G I R L I E::: Crayons "W O N D E R F U L"::: Crayons [align=right][size=18][color=postingcolor]►►► (NAME)[/color][/align][/size]
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Posted: Sat Jan 23, 2010 9:14 pm
P R O F I L E S ►►► Heatherly Hatherly
► - - - the b e g g i n i n g
► name - - - Heatherly Kitteridge Hatherly
► age- - - Twenty Four
► theme- - - When in Rome//Eatmewhileimhot!
► birthday- - - December 25
► - - - the r e a l i t y
► personality- - - I’m actually pretty chill. I mean I have opinions but I’m just generally calm and go with the flow-ish. Every once and a while I’ll completely forget what I’m saying but I figure that’s just my fried brain kicking in. Right about now, I’m a secret emo. I’ve got no family anymore, no future and that’s scary as s**t. I’m kind of hopeful though because I’m sober…and not like I was before when I relapsed (though I could always relapse I guess) but like sober, sober. I feel good, but I ******** everything up and that makes me so fricken mad. Whatever though, I guess I’m good at calling up a crowd, and that’ll help me big time.
► biography- - - So maybe life got a little out of control. Yeah I don’t think I personally got out of control…maybe I did, but I never asked to wind up some skeleton walking around with track marks all over my body. I guess I ******** up ya know? I went from a giant white house, a prep school and a girlfriend, to prostituting myself ten bucks a night just to get hold of a ******** dime bag. You know, maybe that fancy living is what ate me open. I mean with a preppy name like Heatherly---hell that didn’t help. I go by Heather ya know, but uh, that’s a girl name. Thanks mom and dad. My middle name looks like a girl name too so uh, everybody’s always expecting some chick. That ******** with me a little. People used to gang up on me, and that really sucked in prep school because that s**t got cliquey. School freaked me out….freaked me out like you have no idea. Between my frickkin 70 year old dad hounding me about grades and the bitches calling me a tranny, hell I wasn’t doing well. So I figured hey, I’m a pretty cool kid when you get to know me, why don’t I head out into the streets and make my own friends outside of ivy league. Well I got a girlfriend too. I fell for her pretty ******** fast. Every day I wanted to call her, hell every time I even thought of her I felt my heart thumping in my chest. So I was doing alright, till I got accepted into college. I got into Princeton. Let me tell you, there are drugs everywhere. Everywhere. I started off small but I’ve got an addictive, traumatized personality, so I was shooting up heroin in no time. I didn’t get addicted fast---it took me weeks to get the dependency---which is why I kept shooting up. Black tar, white china, it didn’t matter what type I got. I hid my drug use for a long time, but it got to the point where everyone knew something was wrong. My body started to deteriorate. I had to wear long sleeves in 90 degree weather because I was covered in tracks. I started taking the drug to feel normal….because sober, I felt like I was going to die. So seeing as everything was about drugs, I said ******** you to my grades and they kicked me out. Back home, mom and dad figured out what was happening, sort of. They probably assumed I was doing some sort of drug but they never totally confronted me about it. I started stealing though, for drugs, and when my mom’s diamonds went missing, the s**t hit the wall. Rehab. Let me tell you it did nothing. Do you know what happened? It made me want heroin more. So I “ran away”, and with stolen cash from the parents, I bought myself a crappy place in a crappy drug filled neighborhood. I ******** it up from then on out. I got involved with meth, but I wanted heroin…my mind was like “HEROIN HEROIN HERION” every second. I needed more, and I was shooting up like I was like…a chain smoker, shooter…whatever crap I’m trying to say. But you know when things got really bad, when I didn’t have money to buy drugs. I did crazy s**t for drugs---s**t that’s hard to revisit. Assault, prostitution, swindling, robbery, I did crazy stupid things for powder, powder. And then I almost died. I dunno if I overdosed, or if I almost overdosed but it was one of the two. Either way my parents got involved and I got clean. Then I relapsed. Then I got clean, then I relapsed and I guess I’m one big black and blue track covered disappointment! A world of hurt and abandonment, that’s my life in a nutshell. And son of a b***h I did it all to myself. Couldn’t see my family, could never talk to my little siblings, no more girlfriend no ******** nothing….and I didn’t care because I was high every minute of the day.
Something changed though, something crazy. I went to jail. Not because I killed anybody or anything like that because that’s crazy, but because I got a hold of a gun, and I tried to steal from somebody’s home…for drugs. Well the big house can really shape you up. You get no heroin and hell I needed it to function. So they gave me serious help, court order actually. I had rich parents, of course I’d get help! They shipped me off to some place in like Minnesota to get clean for good. And after twenty million different rehabs I thought this was bullshit, and uh I didn’t want to get clean, I liked being high! And after a while, everything changed. I got clean and sober and I’ve been sober for a while. No more drugs, or parties or breaking and entering, no home to go to either.
► likes- - - The sound of rain at night, lounging around, popcorn, getting random bursts of energy, dogs, my ex, being high but I’m not going back to that.
► dislikes- - - The relationship that I have with my family, going to bed when I know there’s a spider on the ceiling, revisiting some of the s**t I’ve done, being mistaken for a girl….and it happens all the ******** time, itchy sweaters.
► height- - - 6ft
► weight- - - 159lbs
► - - - the f a c e
► behind the character - - Troubled Monster
►►► Ally Wilson ► - - - the b e g g i n i n g
► name - - - Ally Marie Wilson
► age- - - Twenty Three
► theme- - - Rush // Aly and AJ
► birthday- - - May 16, 1986
► - - - the r e a l i t y
► personality- - - Sweet, happy, and a bit naïve. Always willing to help. I’m one of those people that people think they can take advantage of because I’m an innocent. And unfortunately I find myself being taken advantage of a lot…. But I am getting better with that…
► biography- - - Yeah, so I was the sweet heart raised by my two parent in the stereotypical white house with the white picket fence. No joke I really was, only our house was pale yellow. So not the perfect place to grow up. But not that bad.
Daddy was our main caretaker because my mom was always off on a road trip or working or something for work. I wasn’t abused or anything but sometimes it sucks being the only girl in a family of boys. Especially once I started dating. That was horrible. My brothers were on my boyfriends cases big time. Then I met Heath, well his actual name is Heatherly but I know he doesn’t like it. I was like head over heels for the guy, he was a real sweetheart too. But then he got into drugs and things just spiraled downwards in our relationship. I wanted so much for him to succeed in rehab. But then he got even worse and I had to let him go….
I’m in college now and I met the most amazing guy! He is going for biology major too! He is really Mr. Perfect, I live with him now. The only thing… there is something off about him. I mean I defiantly can’t complain but there is just something….
► likes- - - Sunsets, Heatherly not matter what I will still love the guy, Marcus, Reese I have a strange weakness for those little chocolaty goodness.
► dislikes- - - Drugs Heath’s life wasn’t the only one affected by them, Fish
► height- - - 5ft 2in
► weight- - - 108lbs
► - - - the f a c e
► behind the character - - crayons 4 the color blind
►►► Dimitri Marcus Alexander  . ► - - - the b e g g i n i n g
► name - - - Dimitri Marcus Alexander
► age- - - 26 25
► theme- - - Your Love Is A Lie // Simple Plan
Secret // The Pierces
► birthday- - - January 15, 1984 August 21 1985
► - - - the r e a l i t y
► personality- - - I am one of the nicest people you will ever meet, the kind of guy that helps little old ladies with their groceries and makes sure children get across the street safely. Just ask anyone I break for turtles in the road and make straight A’s in school, I love my girlfriend and cherish her above anything else, I would do anything to make her happy.
Just ask anyone….
Or course, we all know that you can’t trust a thing people say nowadays…
Cause they are all wrong, their perception is skewed, just like the rest of this ******** up world. I am far from nice, and if no one was watching I would probably slit that little old ladies throat and tie those kids up in my basement. At least I still like to make my girlfriend happy, as long as it doesn’t conflict with what I want.
► biography- - - Ahhh, where to start. I guess at the beginning would be best…
But where is the fun in that?
Hind sight is 20/20 so we can flashback to that day I realized I could both act normal and still retain my razor sharp edge, ahhh what a glorious day that was. ******** the institution. I was beaten as a child, father molested me, ect. You know the normal s**t, so I kill him. It was glorious!!! Blood everywhere as I cut that sick b*****d up, then my poor unfortunate mother walked in. And during the best part too!! Well I had to kill the darling woman too, I couldn’t let her live of course! Both of them I hid well, threw them in the alligator pond out back, what a stupid profession for someone… So easy for them to, disappear... I cleaned everything up and framed my father’s friend. The cops came and found me covered in blood, hiding under my bed. I made it look so convincing!!! Well it just got better from there, really it did. I guess I am just good at killing people, it really is an art you know. I don’t even target people really, it is random and sporadic, a vice I have. Sometimes I just want to kill someone. Doesn’t matter who. My victims don’t all share a common trait, I’ve killed children adults and teenagers. I do believe my count is up to 20. The best part is that no one would ever suspect someone as wonderful as me!!
No I am living a “normal” life with my girlfriend Ally, such a sweetheart, and everything was going fine. I hadn’t had the urge to kill anyone in a while. That was until Ally’s ex showed up, she invited him to stay with us. IN MY HOUSE!!! Of course she “asked” me first, not like I had a choice, what was I supposed to tell her? So now this washed up druggie is living in my home and threatening to ruin everything. The b*****d has got to go, Ally better not get in my way.
► likes- - - Killing puppies, unicorns,. and rainbows b***h.
► dislikes- - - Ally’s ex, the possibility of getting caught, extremely loud rock music I don’t like scremo.
► height- - - 6ft 5in
► weight- - - 182
► - - - the f a c e
► behind the character - - crayons 4 the color blind
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Posted: Sun Jan 24, 2010 5:30 pm
 XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX XXXXX[ ☠ ]m๏๏๏ _ _ _mmWhen in Rome, do as the romans do.BBBBBBBBBBBBBB↗↗BB「You have a knack for bringing out the worst in me. 」XXXXX[ ☠ ]m๏๏๏ _ _ _mmLeave all of your friends.BBBBBBBBBBBBBB↗↗BB「Live all of your lies. 」XXXXX[ ☠ ]m๏๏๏ _ _ _mmYou're the one who told me that i gotta big heart.
BBBBBBBBBBBBBB↗↗BB「Gotta use my head just a little bit more. 」XXXXX[ ☠ ]m๏๏๏ _ _ _mmGotta little bit more on my shoulders than you think.BBBBBBBBBBBBBB↗↗BB「We are so close, we are so close. 」๏๏๏๏๏๏๏๏๏๏๏๏๏๏๏๏๏๏๏๏๏๏๏๏๏๏๏  Covers flew, breath hitched and and springs screamed at their abuse. Waking up alone, with no roomate, that had ******** with his head enough to make Heatherly bug out. He looked around checking his surrondings with alert blue eyes.
s**t that had scared him.
He thought he was back on the streets, in some stranger's house, maybe even in jail. False alarm...false alarm. Nope, he knew where he was. It was inmate at rehab with his roomate Bill, but it was his ex girlfriend's house, and he was by himself.
Well, looks like he had survived day one!
After the initial scare, Heather's heart rate took the time to chill out and he was up and about rocking a pair of blue boxers. He needed clothes...he wasn't about to walk downstairs in his underwear---not when he owed so much to these people. He had to be presentable!
And so, he bent down grabbed some clothes from his halfway unpaked suitcase and got dressed.
He was brushing his teeth when he decided to finally check out his arms. He was wearing short sleeves...but he wasn't sure he ought to change or not. The track marks were barely visable, most of them completly healed...but then again there were black and blue bruises from where he had shared needles and picked up infections.
But what was the point of covering s**t up? Everybody knew what he had done...everybody in this house knew at least. And it wouldn't be a surprise, well he didn't think it would be anyway.
Heather was used to track marks, other people, well he wasn't sure about them.
He made a quick decision. ******** appearances he was a washed up ex addict anyway. He opened the door, opened up his first day in this house.
Heather didn't know what it was, but instantly he was trotting into the kitchen. More like trudging...slowly, to the kitchen.
That was just normal he supposed....going to the kitchen first things in the morning. It was like a meeting spot...and sure he was nervous to hang around, but he firgured he'd rather get "hey good mornings" over with as soon as he could.
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Posted: Sun Jan 24, 2010 5:35 pm
  Up and at it early. That was Ally Wilson's motto. So she had been in the kitchen, making breakfast like usual, with the coffee on when Heath walked through the door. Half a plate of scrambled eggs was already made and the pancakes were finished by the time he got there. Marcus would be down in about 10 minutes, since the coffee smell was already drifting up to their bedroom. She didn't hear Heath walk in at first, having not heard the usual sounds of Marcus shuffling around upstairs, the blond didn't think about anyone else being there. Of course it was just cause she wasn't used to it. She knew Heath was staying there, hell she had invited him.
So when she turned around to set her coffee cup and the plate of pancakes on the table she jumped slightly, dropping the glass on the floor in surprise and spilling hot coffee all over her sock clad feet. She yelped and jumped away from the burning mess on the floor and looked up at Heath wide eyed before giggling slightly. "Sorry about that Heath, you shouldn't sneak up on me like that." she smiled softly at him and turned around, biting her lip. Her feet really hurt now..
She went to the sink and grabbed a wash cloth and bent down to clean up the mess, making sure the front of her robe stayed shut even though Heath had seen all her "goodies" before. Ally began moping up the brown mess on the floor, talking to Heath at the same time. "Did you sleep well?"
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Posted: Sun Jan 24, 2010 5:38 pm
  Marcus was woken up quiet abruptly. He had been in his usual euphoric "I smell the coffee and Ally is going to be downstairs in the cute little terry cloth robe" bliss, when she heard the sound of glass breaking and a yelp from his girlfriend.
WHAT THE ******** only was that NOT the way he wanted to be woke up in the morning, by why the hell was his girlfriend yelping in pain?!?!?
.... ******** Heatherly.
Dimitri was never really comfortable with letting the burn out into his house. But Ally had wanted to help her friend so badly and it wasn't as if he could have told the girl no!
With a irritated grumbled he threw the covers off him and moved to grab a pair of sweats from his side of the dresser, ******** the shirt this was his house after all.
He ran his fingers through his messy hair and walked out of his room, down the hallway, and down the stairs. Upon entering the kitchen he scowled at Heatherly and looked at Ally mopping up a mess of coffee on the floor. With a sigh he shook his head, "Ally baby do you need any help?" he asked, the courteous boyfriend as always.
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Posted: Mon Jan 25, 2010 7:10 pm
XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX[ ☠ ]m๏๏๏ _ _ _mmWhen in Rome, do as the romans do.BBBBBBBBBBBBBB↗↗BB「You have a knack for bringing out the worst in me. 」XXXXX[ ☠ ]m๏๏๏ _ _ _mmLeave all of your friends.BBBBBBBBBBBBBB↗↗BB「Live all of your lies. 」XXXXX[ ☠ ]m๏๏๏ _ _ _mmYou're the one who told me that i gotta big heart.
BBBBBBBBBBBBBB↗↗BB「Gotta use my head just a little bit more. 」XXXXX[ ☠ ]m๏๏๏ _ _ _mmGotta little bit more on my shoulders than you think.BBBBBBBBBBBBBB↗↗BB「We are so close, we are so close. 」๏๏๏๏๏๏๏๏๏๏๏๏๏๏๏๏๏๏๏๏๏๏๏๏๏๏๏ OH s**t there was coffee flying!
Now from exprience, (someone had thrown their starbucks at him in panic) Heather knew how painful the scortching brown liquid could be.
Furthermore, he didn't think he knew anyone that would giggle after burning themself and breaking a glass....unless that person was ******** up out of their mind.
"Yeah-wait you just dropped coffee everywhere and you're asking me if I slept well?" Well most people would have been like what the ********, which to some extent Heather was, but he thought it more was nice and like, cute than anything else.
He was about to offer his cleaning services when Marcus walked in and uh...beat him to it.
Well he didn't want to be a freeloader!
"Don't worry, I got this." He said smoothly, like he wasn't putting any effort in at all.
"Ally jump out of the way so you don't cut yourself with the glass." Hell Heather figured he could at least do something, earn his keep! Picking up glass, that seemed like a nice start.
And so quickly with the speed of a little french maid, Heather grabbed a few paper towels and collected the shards.
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Posted: Mon Jan 25, 2010 9:30 pm
Ally was about to tell Marcus sure when Heath jumped in. She looked at him in surprise for a moment then rolled her eyes. "Heath, I can clean up a little glass." she huffed playfully and looked at him with head tilted to the side, her white/blond hair splayed out over her shoulder as she looked at her ex.
Then, as if sensing her boyfriends gaze, she looked up and smiled. Walking over to Marcus and wrapped her arms around him lightly, standing on her very tippy toes to place a small kiss to his lips. He was much taller than her after all. Almost a foot.
Ally turned around and looked back at Heath. "Are you going to join us for breakfast? I made enough for all of us."
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Posted: Mon Jan 25, 2010 9:41 pm
And there the b***h went, ******** with his place. Grrrr!!!! So there Heatherly went and Ally just moved out of the way to let him clean the glass up, and what was with the whole "Heath" thing. Dimitri took a calm breath as Ally walked over to him and gave him a kiss. Again he mentally cursed their house guest, if he hadn't been there things quiet easily could have gone further. Whether it be up to the bedroom or on the counter it wouldn't have made a difference to him.
But instead he was going to eat breakfast with Ally and Heatherly. So he sat down as Ally scooped stuff out on a plate and set it down in front of him, then fixing Heatherly's and finally herself. He had once asked her why she always served herself last and she had told him that it made her happy to know he always got enough to eat, because she didn't eat that much anyways.
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Posted: Mon Jan 25, 2010 9:55 pm
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Posted: Wed Jan 27, 2010 4:36 pm
Ally chuckled and smiled "I would not!!" she laughed and sat down with her plate of food and looked at Heath. "I'm in college now, biology major." she looked over at Marcus with a grin "So is Marcus, that is where we met. I kept him from accidentally blowing up the school in chemistry." yeah, he had been about to mix two very.... combustible chemicals together.
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Posted: Wed Jan 27, 2010 7:18 pm
XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX[ ☠ ]m๏๏๏ _ _ _mmWhen in Rome, do as the romans do.BBBBBBBBBBBBBB↗↗BB「You have a knack for bringing out the worst in me. 」XXXXX[ ☠ ]m๏๏๏ _ _ _mmLeave all of your friends.BBBBBBBBBBBBBB↗↗BB「Live all of your lies. 」XXXXX[ ☠ ]m๏๏๏ _ _ _mmYou're the one who told me that i gotta big heart.
BBBBBBBBBBBBBB↗↗BB「Gotta use my head just a little bit more. 」XXXXX[ ☠ ]m๏๏๏ _ _ _mmGotta little bit more on my shoulders than you think.BBBBBBBBBBBBBB↗↗BB「We are so close, we are so close. 」๏๏๏๏๏๏๏๏๏๏๏๏๏๏๏๏๏๏๏๏๏๏๏๏๏๏๏ "Yeah?" He furrowed his brows in an approving, deffinitaly interested mannor.
"You wanna become a doctor or something? Or a scientist?"Honestly...Heatherly was a smart guy...he had gone to ******** Princeton University for Christ's sake, so he knew his s**t...he just was really street dumb...well not anymore...sort of.
He turned his attention to Marcus. "You were messing around with Robidium and water weren't you?" He said in a relaxed, deffinitaly joking mannor.
Robidum combined with water, created a seriously leathal explosion that could blow up...not only the bathtub, but the bathroom. Chemistry 101 right there.
Oh the joys of chem jokes!
"You know when I was in school I was, well Ally knows, but I was studying genetic engeeniring and in class we had to work with...."
He lost his train of thought.
Heather blinked, looking pained all of a sudden. What the hell was he going to say? He tried to remeber, but there was a complete absences of everything...his train of thought was gone...even what he was doing here right now was gone.
What the ********> He mumbled not energetic enough to finish, or care about his story.
"Science is cool."
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Posted: Wed Jan 27, 2010 7:34 pm
Marcus frowned, honestly not meriting Heatherly's "joke" worth a response. He had actually been trying to make an explosive combination, but it would have been a delayed reaction, he would have had time to "go to the bathroom". It was simple really. Gasoline and tide. With a little water mixed in to slow down the detergent, once the stuff made contact with the gas it would set off a huge explosion. (it really does, don't try it O_O). He hadn't expected anyone to notice, or to even know what it would do.
He frowned and looked at Heatherly when he stopped speaking. "What the hell?" wow, he had actually spoken to the guy.
// Dimitri really doesn't like Heatherly does he >> //
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crayons 4 the color blind Vice Captain
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