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Doom Me Baby Vice Captain
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 Posted: Fri Dec 07, 2012 6:47 pm
pooga
“ ι ωιʟʟ cσитιиuє тσ яun. yσu ωιʟʟ иєvєr gєт mє. ”
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xxxxxxxxxxxxJessica Leah Turner
It was hard to explain what plain of existence Jessica was on but she was loving it, that was until she felt the hand of her fiance, Jeremy pulling at her arm and roughly at that. Blinking her bright blue eyes widened as they met his dark brown ones and they weren't the eyes she was use to. "Baby I love you but...I need to get healthy..." Frowning she was unsure what he meant until she saw the building he was trying to pull her to. She couldn't understand what he was trying to do to her, five minutes ago she had been singing twirling around, high as a kite, happy as could be and now she felt like dieing. Even in her state she was slowly catching onto what the male was doing and she started to fight with him, trying to pull away and clawing his face with her free hand. "Let me go ! Please don't do this !" They had heard rumors traveling around from other junkies about how there were bandits who would buy humans for drugs, they had joked about it but said they would never do such a thing to each other - after all they couldn't live with out one another. But now here they were, Jessica had taken the last of their stash and now she was paying for it, with her body. She had no clue what these people did to the women and men they got and she didn't want to know.
Screaming at this point, she tried to pull away from Jeremy as he continued to push her towards the base. Her screams brought the attention of the others and they started to laugh as they watched the male fight with the female - the female obviously winning. Breaking her arm free Jess started to run and had made it maybe a few feet before she felt something hit the back of her head. Everything went black and then there were colors - pretty colors. Then there were bubbles, everything felt so light everything felt so beautiful. Could you feel beautiful? Like actually feel it, not the emotion - Jess knew what it was like to feel beautiful. She hadn't felt it recently it was hard to when you were covered in dirt and grime.
"I promise, she is good. She knows how to you know - work it. She use to dance too. Everything, she is great ballerina. I remember seeing her shows...man....they were beautiful. If you clean her up she will be beautiful too." That horrid voice intruded her mind, everything was gone and now she could only feel the pain radiating from the back of her head. Groaning a bit she started to stir and move around but she found it hard to move. The drugs hard worn off while she was out and all she could feel was the crushing pain of reality. "I think she will do. Leave now. Get your payment on the way out. Remember there are no trade backs." The other voice was foreign and she didn't care to look at who it belonged to. She felt weird. She didn't just feel the pain of sobriety, she felt clean. Hearing all the foot steps going away Jess shot up finding herself on a couch - it almost looked like a living room. Looking around every shred of the place made her eyes hurt, looking down at herself she was changed - who the ******** changed her? Who the ******** gave her a bath?!
нєαʟтн [100 %] || sтαmιиα [100 %] || αιʟmєитs [High on a mixture of Cocaine and Pain Meds] || cuяяєит ωєαρσn [---] || ιиvєитσяy [---] || σuтғιт [x]
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Posted: Fri Dec 07, 2012 8:46 pm
 ιsιs0 ► яσүαℓ vιzιεя ◄
derpderpderp εvιℓ ℓυякs вεтωεη нεя cσℓ∂ ρσυтιηg ℓιρs
A few minutes later, Yasmine quietly entered the room. Her heels clicked against the wood floor as she crossed the room, her green eyes falling upon the hopeless girl seated on the couch. A wicked grin creased her lips as she took a seat in the chair not too far from her. Crossing her long legs at the knee, Yas watched the blonde fidget in her seat. "It's sad...when you finally realize that the one you love gave up up for drugs..isn't it?" She finally spoke, arching a thin brow. Yasmine almost felt sorry for the girl. Almost. "Perhaps you need something to make you feel better?" The brunette reached down into her shirt and produced a perfectly bound eight ball. She twisted it between her long fingers as if examining the snow white substance. "Cocaine is one hell of a drug. I don't prefer it but...." Isis tossed the sack onto the coffee table in front of Jessica, gesturing for her to accept her gift.
She supposed she should introduce herself but, Yasmine loved to toy with her new pets. Especially young pretty ones. "...so I've heard they call you Dancer...My name is Isis and as long as you obey, you will be kept and cared for. But you don't want to piss me off, love. I can be one cruel b***h." It was part of her job to check out the new slaves and divvy them out where she saw fit even sometimes keeping them for herself. The world might have been shot to s**t but those amongst their ranks didn't miss a step when it came to their carnal desires. So it wasn't a complete lie. She would be kept...how she was treated was yet to be determined.
Isis figured the girl was still scared and confused, so she unfolded her legs and stood, only to sit next to Jessica on the couch. She flashed her a pretty smile and leaned over, opening the bag and pour some out onto a flat dish. Expertly, she chopped up the near glittering powder and divided it into lines. "This is nothing like you're used to, I'm sure. It's pure and perfect." Even though coke wasn't her choice poison, she wanted to let the girl to know that she wasn't trying to kill her right from the jump. Yasmine dipped down, snorting a line. She sat up and shivered, rubbing her nose as the drug raced through her system.
At once her heart began to pound and the familiar euphoria filled her body. She smiled again, gesturing once more for the girl to follow suit. "Go ahead." They were so much easier to deal with when they were keyed up.
нєαʟтн [100 %] || sтαmιиα [100 %] || cuяяєит ωєαρσn [Knife] || ιиvєитσяy [Keys, 8 ball] || σuтғιт [x]
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Doom Me Baby Vice Captain
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Posted: Fri Dec 07, 2012 9:37 pm
pooga
“ ι ωιʟʟ cσитιиuє тσ яun. yσu ωιʟʟ иєvєr gєт mє. ”
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xxxxxxxxxxxxCadence Leah Turner
There was something that everyone from her own town knew about Jessica, she did almost everything and anything if the price was right to her. It was how she ended up with Jeremy, she had met him while on a ecstasy kick for a week at some random guys house she had met at a bar. She was the pure definition of a party girl and had gotten lucky - it hadn't taken anything away from her looks. There was of course the downfall to all of this - was the fact that she let herself trust people so easily while she knew that she shouldn't trust this woman she couldn't help but want to, she wanted to be loved and this was how she would get it, through doing what ever made this woman happy. While there was the obvious hurt from being abandoned a part of her couldn't help but be thankful for it, yea the man she was ready to give the rest of her life to had sold her for drugs but...she was inside. She was clean. She was in clean clothing. Someone had even done her makeup, she felt the best she had in the longest time aside from the sobering pain.
The second the bag came into Jess's view she stared at it longingly. Isis talked and her mind wandered, she paid attention long enough to catch her name and it caused her to look at her. Even though her eyes were empty showing she was else where she was able to take in that she was drop dead gorgeous. The long only lasted a few more minutes until her eyes were back on the snow white heaven that was on the table begging for her to be called to it. Biting the inside of her lip she barely noticed when Isis moved to her, when she felt the couch dip on the other side she nearly jumped to the ceiling. Recoiling into the corner she was in she watched as she set everything up then did a line herself. Her eyes shot back and forth between the drugs and to the woman, wondering how long she could go. Wondering if she could trust her. With out a second though after the gesture Dancer moved to the floor and quickly to the table, knowing how disgusting desperate she had to look but she stopped caring long ago. Snorting her own line she shivered in the same manner that Isis did as a smile worked it's way across her face. Closing her eyes she leaned back against the cough, sniffling a bit as she started to instantly feel better.
нєαʟтн [100 %] || sтαmιиα [100 %] || αιʟmєитs [High on a mixture of Cocaine and Pain Meds] || cuяяєит ωєαρσn [---] || ιиvєитσяy [---] || σuтғιт [x]
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Posted: Sun Jan 20, 2013 11:10 pm
ιsιs0 ► яσүαℓ vιzιεя ◄
derpderpderp εvιℓ ℓυякs вεтωεη нεя cσℓ∂ ρσυтιηg ℓιρs
A sick and twisted smirk spread across her lips as she watched the blonde scramble towards the sack of cocaine. Isis knew how this worked. These fiends practically ran on drugs. Their paranoia kept them from being murdered in the night by the walkers. Or maybe it was because their flesh was slowly rotting from the inside that kept the horrible creatures at bay. Whatever it was, it seemed the Waste had no shortage of druggies to sell to or make play things out of. They were poor, unfortunate souls that were lost in the old world and still lost in the new. Alas, as long as she was kept, fed and in partly in charge, Isis cared little for her charges. The slaves were just..commodities to her. Never once did she feel a true pang of sympathy for one. Perhaps it was because, aside from smoking some weed and doing a line here and there, Isis was not a regular drug user. Sure, she could hustle the pants off of most people but getting high really wasn't her thing. To her, addicts were disgusting and vile creatures.
Pressing her fingers to her forehead briefly, Isis brought her rambling mind back to the situation at hand. "Isn't that better" She purred, looking down at the girl on the floor. That same twisted grin remained as spoke, doubting the girl would even notice. Did she know just how badly of a spot she was in? Of course, being the bandits' slave wasn't that bad as long as they obeyed. They were protected, fed, clothed and drugged up if they preferred. Some of the members forced themselves upon the slaves but, to each their own. That wasn't Isis' place. Shifting her weight, the woman arched a brow. Sitting quietly was not on the list of things that cocaine made you do. It made the user crave interaction. "So, Dancer what's your story?" While she really couldn't care less, the drug made her anxious. Being talkative helped that, and she was sure the blonde would understand. Otherwise, there was something else that came hand in hand with cocaine. Rage. Isis was not afraid of using it, either.
нєαʟтн [100 %] || sтαmιиα [100 %] || cuяяєит ωєαρσn [Knife] || ιиvєитσяy [Keys, 8 ball] || σuтғιт [x]
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Doom Me Baby Vice Captain
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Posted: Tue Jan 22, 2013 11:08 pm
pooga
“ ι ωιʟʟ cσитιиuє тσ яun. yσu ωιʟʟ иєvєr gєт mє. ”
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Candence hated the fact that everything was alright because she had done a line of coke and that she wanted more. Every part of her tingled and it made her smile wildly, she wasn't proud to be an addict and she hated people who were. Stretching her back she let out a small satisfied sigh before finally looking back to Isis though she still didn't want to be near her, she didn't like the way the girl looked at her, she felt like the woman was judging her worth, though she knew why or at least she thought she did. She assumed that the girl was going to sell her to another or just run her dry. What could she do at the moment she was a nobody. A few moments passed or maybe it was an hour all she knew is that the beauty started to talk to her and at first she was unable to say anything. Her mouth was slightly try and she was feeling uneasy.
"Story? Story.." Candy was actually contemplating the question trying to remember her life, it was hard to with everything she had done in her life anything that was a drug fueled binge was almost like a blur. "I thought he loved me. He loved me for so long. He left me with you, that is my story." Her voice was slow, the cocaine was being fought by the pain medication that made her want to go to sleep while the coke hyped her up, she felt as if she was in slow motion and it felt amazing, this is what made her want to dance but she couldn't do so now. She was still too uneasy.
нєαʟтн [100 %] || sтαmιиα [100 %] || αιʟmєитs [High on a mixture of Cocaine and Pain Meds] || cuяяєит ωєαρσn [---] || ιиvєитσяy [---] || σuтғιт [x]
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Posted: Wed Jan 23, 2013 4:05 pm
ιsιs0 ► яσүαℓ vιzιεя ◄
derpderpderp εvιℓ ℓυякs вεтωεη нεя cσℓ∂ ρσυтιηg ℓιρs
Yasmine shifted her weight, settling herself into the plush cushions of the couch. Cocaine was such a strange drug. The world around seemed to be speeding by and concepts of time were thrown out the window. However, she refused to let it get the better of her. Crossing her legs, she cocked her head to the side, waiting for her to find her words. Just because she was in a better position, did not mean that Yasmine was immune from the drugs strong influence. She merely could control better. Drumming her nails on the back of the couch, Isis shifted yet again. The familiar numbness coated her mouth, she could barely feel her lips. This was why she didn't like coke. There were too many variables.
As she spoke, Isis found herself frowning slightly. She had prepared herself for some God awful sob story or something really dramatic. But, it never came. Sure, it was sad but it was...almost eloquent. Yas laced her fingers together on her knee, her brows knitting together. The normally cold hearted b***h felt a pang of sympathy. The only pang she had felt in many, many years. Maybe it was the drugs or maybe it was the way she sat there on the floor, but her two sentence story stuck a chord within her. "Men are dogs. They will throw you to the wolves the second something better comes along." The words were out of her mouth before she could stop them. While it was the truth and she believed it with every fiber of her being, Isis did not want their first meeting to go like this. This was not a heart to heart. This was an initiation.
"Never you mind, though. You'll be properly looked after here." Maybe it was a lie, maybe it wasn't.
нєαʟтн [100 %] || sтαmιиα [100 %] || cuяяєит ωєαρσn [Knife] || ιиvєитσяy [Keys, 8 ball] || σuтғιт [x]
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Doom Me Baby Vice Captain
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Posted: Wed May 29, 2013 1:56 pm
pooga
“ ι ωιʟʟ cσитιиuє тσ яun. yσu ωιʟʟ иєvєr gєт mє. ”
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Blinking a little she watched Yas as she took in what she had to say. Even in her drug induced stupor she could tell it wasn't what the woman had expected and it kinda made Candy smile on the inside, to know that she could still throw a curve ball here or there out into the world. Laughing a bit, "Or when someone offers them enough drugs, though I am sure its a lucrative business even with the world turning to s**t." And there was the rage, the rage that the pain medication had tried to docile but the cocaine wanted to dance with. It was common but not something she normally dealt with, she was such a hippie-eque child. Wrinkling her nose she could still feel the back drip from the lines she had done and it bothered her causing her to snort a bit in an attempt to make it go away only to cause herself to take more of the drug in.
It was like a second wind and it sent her higher into the space she was currently trying to make sense off. "And who is going to look after me?" With doe like eyes Candy looked around the room, taking it in now that she had a new set of eyes, drug eyes were something different - seeing things that you didn't before and ignoring other things. Staring at a small stain in the carpet it was something that normally was barely noticeable but not for the blonde, to her it was the size of the grand canyon and she was going to continue to stare at it though she was trying not to touch. It was the only thing she learned as an addict look but not touch. Remember your manners.
нєαʟтн [100 %] || sтαmιиα [100 %] || αιʟmєитs [High on a mixture of Cocaine and Pain Meds] || cuяяєит ωєαρσn [---] || ιиvєитσяy [---] || σuтғιт [x]
ooc;; short short. nonsense.
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