Orien looked in the mirror, fairly decent looking, for someone who was getting ready to go to a party. He gave his best smile, and tried not to look like another druggie. The only reason he was allowed to go to this party was because he was the guitarist. He straightened his jeans and finished buttoning up his shirt. He thought he looked pretty good for someone who was on what he was on. He smiled and picked up his guitar, giving himself a one over. One last look in the mirror, it showed he was good to go. He walked out of the house, but not before he shot up once more, even though people at this party probably had what he wanted. Another reason he was going.

He arrived at the venue and started setting up. "O! My man!" He heard someone say. He turned around and there he was, his manager. "Time to get the party started." The money hungry pig said bringing a bottle of whiskey over. Orien laughed, and started warming up. "It's a party all on its own. It's already begun for me." His eyes flashed dangerously, as he tuned his strings and checked the mic. Tonight, it was going to be a night Orien could never remember, but want to.

Ember was being shaken awake from a deep sleep, letting out a slight groan she opened her eyes to her friend Syri straddling her hips holding a bag "Get up you lazy ass, I got us some ice and we are going to the party J.C is hosting. Heard there was good music too". Looking at her friend she smiled as best she could. She was shaking slightly because she hasnt had anything for over twelve hours and it was starting to effect her. "How the hell di you get Ice Syri, get it ready while I get dressed."

Syri smirked, sliding off Ember and heading over to the couch area "I have my people, Em". Ember shook her head at Syri then went to her trunk, opening up she picked out an outfit, and started to get dressed. Her apartment she shared with Syri was just a studio apartment and a very cramped bathroom, so usually they just got dressed right in the room.

Once she was done getting dressed, she straightned her hair then braided her rainbow colors she had highlighted on each side of her head, then rest of her hair flowed freely over her shoulders. Going over to Syri she sat down beside her and now noticed how much the girl got "Holy shit Syr, this must of cost a fortune", Syri just looked over to her and smiled.

Syr finished crushing the crystal meth up and devided it in half, then gave half of it to Ember and the other half she kept for herself. Ember snorted two lines then put the rest in her pocket in a baggy. "Lets go Syri" she got up, already starting to feel the high as she became a bit more erratic. Grabbing her friend by the arm she left her apartment and walked to the party that was a few blocks away.

Once they got inside Syri left her to go find J.C and she went over to the drink and ordered herself a couple shits while she looked around. She was feeling fidgety and wanted to dance so she hoped the music would start soon so she could let loose.

He finished tuning up the guitar, and smiled at all the guests. "You guys ready to party?" He asked into the Mic. Screams came back, such a great crowd he was going to have tonight. He starter strumming a few chords, "This song is for all those out there that need a friend..." He smiled and looked at both the girls. He could tell they were users. "...and I'm that friend." A few more strums, "This song is called... Accidents can Happen." Closing his eyes, he started singing.
Don't give up, it takes a while
I have seen this look before
And it's alright
You're not alone
If you don't love this anymore
I hear that you've slipped again
I'm here 'cause i know you'll need a friend

And you know that accidents can happen
And it's okay,
We all fall off the wagon sometimes
It's not your whole life
It's only one day
You haven't thrown everything away.

Take some time and learn to breathe
And remember what it means
To feel alive
And to believe
Something more than what you see
I know there's a price for this
But some things in life you must resist

And you know that accidents can happen
And it's okay,
We all fall off the wagon sometimes
It's not your whole life
It's only one day
You haven't thrown everything away.

I hear that you've slipped again
I'm here 'cause i know you'll need a friend

And you know that accidents can happen
And it's okay,
We all fall off the wagon sometimes
It's not your whole life
It's only one day
You haven't thrown everything away.

You know that accidents can happen
And it's okay,
We all fall off the wagon sometimes
It's not your whole life
It's only one day
You haven't thrown everything away.

So don't give up
It takes a while.

Singing this song, it brought back to when he first started using Heroin. He was sick as a dog, and he swore he would never do it again. But he still did, he craved the high, he didn't care the costs. Finishing up the song he gave a sad smile, was he the only one that wanted to escape his lifestyle? "Thank you... there will be more to come." He put his guitar down, and let some music play from other artists. He jumped off the stage and drank some of his whiskey, his eyes locked on the cute blonde with the short black dress, and the girl with the black hair in her corset outfit. Beautiful women...who both were throwing their lives away. Taking another sip he motioned for both of them to come to the stage.

((OOC: So the songs are not mine... that song is actually called Accidents can happen, and is by Sixx AM. :D))

Ember finished the two shots in seconds then as she heard the sound of a voice through a mic, she looked up to the staged to see a guy. She didnt exactly hear what he was saying because her rush was running through her. Once the music was going she got up and let herself free, dancing with anyone that was near her.

Once the song ended Ember looked back to the stage to see the guy looking over her and a blonde girl that was nearby. She was about to go back to the bar area to get another drink but she saw the guy motion her over. Her mind first excited and giddy but then she slightly wondered what he wanted and as she go closer she was more fidgety then before. "Um hi" she said quickly looking the guy over, she really just wanted to play with the guys hair, she has a slight obsession with hair and wanting to play with it, even if it wasnt her own hair.

Orien smiled as he looked at both of them. Gorgeous....nevermind that...time to get high. Ran through his mind. He seriously thought he was turning into a monster. "You two are users....what do ya do?" He stated, tonight... he was looking to do some freebase. Fucked up shit that was...but it did what it did, he hated crowds. Leaning against the stage he took another sip of his Whiskey. "Call me O." He said in a casual voice, winking at both of the girls. His eyes kept going back to the blonde....she was cute...something he could see himself with. His manager hit him on the shoulder, "Boy! Another song! Make this one upbeat will you." He glared up at the man and looked back at both girls, "Please excuse me." He said blowing both of them a kiss. He picked up his guitar once more. "Allright...now that we started the evening off...with a song about life...how about we go to a song about... beauty?" Crowd cheered once more. "That's more like it." He started strumming again "This song... is called Pray for me...." He laughed in the mic, "Any of you lovely ladies want to save me from myself?" Female screams, he flashed a smile and started singing.

[Verse 1]
She lights a candle, but she doesn't know why.
She wants to save me, but i'm barely alive.
My soul is thirsty. I just wanna get high.
Make her go away.

[Pre-Chorus]
Now i'm hitting the wall and she begs me to quit,
And she drags me to church but i'm scared to commit,
And i'm loosing my mind 'cause she hides all my shit.
She wont go away.

[Chorus]
And all I ask of her is
Pray for me,
'Cause I don't want to
Pray for me,
If you love me.
Cross your heart and hope that I wont die before the best day of my life.
Just pray for me tonight.

[Verse 2]
I dragged myself out of the bed that she made,
And I escape her in a black motercade
She's pushing bibles and a clear bill of health.
I can't make her go away.

[Pre-Chorus]
Now i'm hitting the wall and she begs me to quit,
And she drags me to church but i'm scared to commit,
And i'm loosing my mind 'cause she hides all my shit.
She wont go away.

[Chorus]
And all I ask of her is
Pray for me,
'Cause I don't want to
Pray for me,
If you love me.
Cross your heart and hope that I don't die before the best day of my life.
Just pray for me tonight.

[Electric Solo]

[Final Pre-Chorus and Chorus Combo]
Now i'm hitting the wall and she begs me to quit,
And she drags me to church but i'm scared to commit,
And i'm loosing my mind 'cause she hides all my shit.
And all I ask of her is
Pray for me,
I don't want to
Pray for me,
If you love me.
Cross your heart and hope that I don't die before the best day of my life.
(Pray for me tonight)
Pray for me
(Pray for me tonight)
Pray for me
(Pray for me tonight)
Pray for me
(Pray for me tonight)
Pray for me
(Pray for me to- )

Crowd was cheering and screaming when he was done. Anyone listened closely, they would be able to tell he had an addiction. He hopped off the stage, and apologized to the girls once more. "That should be the last song I play for the next hour...so whataya say? You two wanna freebase with me?" His eyes glittered wildly...he had a date with death...or maybe just a deathwish...but there was always an angel watching out for him...that much he knew.

((again... another sixx AM song... Pray for me..lol))

Ember looked over to the Blonde, Nessas, she fidgeted with her hands "Names December but they call me Em or Ember" she could fellel something familiar with them both.Addicts...they had to be. Then the guy just confirmed her thoughts as she was going to respond to his question he got pulled back onto the stage. As he sang she watched him, letting herself dance to the music once more. Her rush was slowly fading to the everlasting high and she didnt care how she looked she just let loose.

Once the music stopped, O came back down "To answer your question before I do Crank, Ice in any form" her speech was rapid as she talked. As he asked about freebase she looked puzzled and her facial expression showed it "freebase, what do you mean by that? and what is your drug of choice O?" she said quickly, swaying her body to the music that was playing, she just couldnt stop moving.

His smile widened. "Well lovely Em, to answer your question, my drug of choice... is A drug that helps you to escape reality, while making it much harder to cope when you are recaptured." He laughed and looked at both of them. "In short... Heroin." He looked around, wasn't a good idea for him to start talking about this. "How about we all go to my car? That is where I keep my materials for freebase." He held out both arms for the girls, "Freebasing is when you take away the impurities of the drug, and leave it with only the pure. Feels like falling in love." He gave a soft laugh, it was hard to describe freebasing...he only learned it from his dealer. All he knew was the high was amazing, though short lived....but to make his high last longer he always mixed Coke and Heroin together.



((OOC: My bf didn't like the fact that I was using his nickname for a heroin user.... so i've changed it to Orien.... -shrug- just remember when your tagging characters in the post, its Orien not Orael.))

A singular figure made her way towards the venue, bag slung over her shoulder, and piece of paper held in one hand. It had been a rather long day, admittedly, and it was not over yet. A car ride, a train journey, several changes and finally attempting to find her way to a location that she'd never heard of and was only fairly sure actually existed. She was about nineteen years of age. A slender young woman with wavy black hair.

It had been a long time since she'd lived in the area. Normally a return would being up...nostalgia perhaps? Not this place though. She'd never exactly thought of the place in good terms. If anything it felt like going back to a warzone. And it was D-day.

For Magdalena Moody, I was time to take care of business, though Lord knows she'd been trying to avoid it. She'd disappeared for four years to avoid it after all. It had been about four years since she'd vanished, taken a few things and completely abandoned her previous life. She couldn't deny that while it had not been one of her greatest plans, it had worked out. She was older, and a lot better off. She had financial independence, friends and one half decent parent....but despite that..it was what she'd walked away from that still bothered her.

On reflection, things would probably be easier had she been more...dressed for the occasion. Wearing a rather ragged looking skirt, a T-shirt adorned with a skull design, and a set of enormous boots decorated with spider web patterns, not to mention rather an excess of eyeliner, it occurred to Mag that was was not exactly wearing the best look to be taken seriously.

It was, of course, too late to do anything about it by then. She'd gotten word from a friend that Orien was playing at the address she held in one gloved hand. It seemed like a good time to show her hand and speak to him. Public place, and it meant she could get inside regardless as to whether he wanted her there or not. Nowhere was really the ideal situation to confront your relative about their heroin use, but this was going to be as good as any. Magdalena brushed her hair out of her face as she beheld the location. Looked loud and chaotic. Ordinarily she wouldn't be concerned by that...but tonight was different. Tonight she had a pretty serious mission.

"Oh well.." the young woman muttered, as she stepped inside.
"Here goes nothing..."

Ember liked the idea of freebasing, she has tried heroin a couple times but she did prefer her ice but she shrugged "Sure why not, im up for anything" her eyes were already glazed from the high she was in and she didnt ever want the high to leave her. Bouncing in her step a little she put her arm in O's and smiled to them both. Then she remeber she came here with Syri, the other girl is probably wondering where the fuck she was. Scanning the crowd with her eyes she finally found Syri and she could tell that the girl was looking for her. Their eyes met and Syri could see that she was preoccupied, the other girl gave her a grin and a wink then walked away. They usually went their different ways during the party, always making sure they knew where one was and always went home together. It wasnt really rules but they were pratically family and they took care of each other if you would call it that. Bouncing a little she looked to O and Nessa "I could so use an escape from reality now but I dont even know what reality is anymore!" she laughed and grinned at the other two.

He nodded as both girls took his arms. "Well lets go show the world, we live in our own reality then." He started walking until he saw a familiar face. His charm turned into a grimace, "See that girl over there..if she asks, we're going to go have hot nasty sex." He didn't want his sister to know he was still using...he had tried to write her...but couldn't find the words to. How do you talk to someone who went through the same torture you did without bringing it up? The old bastard was dead... that should have made everything better...easier. He continued leading girls to the front, ignoring his sisters looks, and opened his limo door to them. "After you ladies." He said with a lot of charm. "Just don't touch it yet." He looked back to the club entrance and then back at the two, he felt like a monster, he should go in there and talk to her... on the other hand... he really needed his fix.

"Tell me now, Eightball or Snowball." He asked as they got in the limo. Any true user knew what Eightballs and Snowballs were...this was the test. He looked at the time 45 minutes until he was back on stage. 45 minutes of being able to get his fix. He pulled out a small red bag and a small white bag,"Red is an Eightball, White is a Snowball." He nodded and looked over at the spoon and lighter, and foil. His mouth literally watered as he thought about the high he was getting ready to feel.

Ember looked at the woman O pointed at "Hot nasty sex eh? Okay" she said with a chuckle, she had a feeling O jist didnt want the woman knowing what he really was doing. As they got to a limo she smirked "Nice rig you got here O" she said as she slid into the limo and leaned against the seat. As O asked them if they wanted an eightball or a snowball she contemplate for a few minutes then made her decision "Snowball sounds good to me" she said as she watched O Get in.

Looking at the bags she grinned, she couldnt sit still, her leg was bouncing a little and she wondered what the effect these drugs will do to her with the meth high she was still going through. She never did meth when she had another drug in her system and vise versa but she wanted to try it, the dareddevil side of her kept pushing her over the edge. She knew Syri will have to help her get home tonight but she didnt care, it was another fix, a fix to keep her going and not remembering hlthe awful memories that liked to haunt her when she wasnt able to get a fix.

He smiled and gave her a spoon. "While your snowballing, I'll be chasing the dragon." He enjoyed using street terms, He took a spoon, and put some of the Crack/Heroin mixture on his, and gave her the baggie full of the Coke/Heroin. He took the mixture and put it on the spoon. Looking in his eyes you could see a hunger, that hardly anyone saw. He lit it from behind, showing the girls what to do. As the mixture started to smoking, he inhaled it happily. He could already feel the high. It probably wasn't smart that he was smoking the Crack/Heroin mixture when they were getting ready to do the Coke/Heroin mixture. He didn't care. When he was done he looked at them, feeling the high. "Hey Hey hey!! Listen to this... i just made it up." He said, showing that he was high. Good thing the Heroin killed the Jones that he was getting from the Crack cocaine mixture. He started singing softly,
I wish I had never kissed her
'Cause I just can't resist her
The girl with golden eyes
Every time she whispers
'Take me in your arms
The way you did last night.'

When he stopped he smiled, "What do you think girls? Is it going to be a hit?" He was always creative when he was high. That is how he wrote most of his lyrics, pretty suprised no one realized he was talking about real drugs, thinking that he was talking about a woman. But then again... Heroin was his true love.








A/N:Freebasing just means cooking it from underneath, where the flame doesnt touch the actual chemical, instead of like a pipe where the flame burns directly on the chemicals. The chemical in question is usually either too precious or too fragile to do that with.
An example is a crack pipe, or "chasing the dragon" where you put the chemical on a spoon or foil and heat the bottom with a candle or lighter and inhale the smoke through a straw.

He looked over at Nessa and gave a smile. She was so beautiful...why was he damaging her life again? Oh yeah... thats right... he wanted people to get high with. Nodding he took another hit. "Thats exactly how I write my music. I bet you two can relate to both songs I've sang tonight?" He closes his eyes leaning his head back. He knew better than to give out his dealers name. "Now now angel, lets not get ahead of ourselves..." He opened his eyes and looked back at her and winked. "As for hot sex... I can't do that to you two." He wasn't so high he couldn't control himself, but he wanted them to know he respected them.... even if he was destroying their lives.

He looked out the limo window and then back at them. "You guys should come to my madhouse sometimes...best parties ever." He nodded knowing he'd want to hang out with them. He wondered if his mind was playing tricks on him about his sister. He hadn't seen Meg in years....was he finally loosing his mind? Seemed like it. He started laughing and he shook his head. "I have a princess and an angel with me tonight..." A sigh, "Life is beautiful..." He nodded and took another hit. When was this lifestyle ever going to end? When he was facedown on a curve? Probably.

Magdalena had been mentally preparing herself for any number of reactions from her brother to her re-appearance in town, from good, to bad. What she hadn't expected, however, was apparent complete indifference. As Mag walked in, he was on his way out with a couple of girls. They saw one another, and he kept on walking, going outside. The incident was unexpected, and momentarily left the girl stood in silence, trying to fathom it and get her head around her reaction. Eventually it set upon one of anger.

Four years since they'd last been in contact, and still apparently two random girls were his priority. Who the hell did he think he was?

She puffed her cheeks out and clenched her hands in frustration, crushing the note paper in the process.

No, she was not going to get pissed and go home. She'd spent too long on this to just blow it over some slight. The young woman stepped outside and leant against the wall outside the doorway, hoping to have a chance to grab him when he returned and couldn't so easily avoid her. She sighed, fidgeting with the choker she was wearing and looking downwards.

Waiting around on Orien's terms. She couldn't help but feel a lingering sense of deja vu about the whole thing.

In the moments after he started rolling, everything felt so right. There was a connection to world and everyone in it. Things he couldn't see before, he could see them after he dropped that first pill. It only got better with the more he took. Mollies, Blue Playboys, Purple Mickeys, he had taken them all and loved them all. He had nothing in life except his pills, and the 'pills' were mainly ecstasy. There were times when he took other things, like acid, but he didn't really love it like he loved ecstasy. E made him better, E made the world better, E made everything better.

It might not have been the hardest drug around, but it had certainly consumed his life. He frequently lost track of how many pills he was taking, or what day it ways. He could go days before actually being sober, and today was not a sober day. When he merely brushed against people it was like his nerves would explode in pure heaven. Jasper wasn't entirely sure where he was either, he was just there. He walked around, not caring where he went, just enjoying everything. Somehow, he had found himself running into a girl, a girl who did not look happy by any means.

"Ahh, you okay?" He lazily smiled at the short haired girl. What was such a pretty girl like this doing over here, in the land of burn outs and losers? "You don't look okay."

Oh, this girl was so pretty, even in her apparent frustration. Everyone was so beautiful to Jazz when he was rolling. There wasn't a single ugly or mean individual in the world. He trusted everyone. If faced with an angry bear, it was very likely he would try to snuggle with it. He had no common sense when he was drugged out. It just didn't exist.

He took a deep breath, the feeling of his lungs filling up with oxygen sending shivers down his spine.

Ember took the spoon and the bag and did the same thing as O was doing, as she was heating it she started to inhale the smoke "pure bliss.." she grinnd. As she heard O's lyrics she nodded, her eyes glazing over more "Thats pretty amazing...you got talent" laying her head against the seat she looked at the other two "Wonder how this will effect me with the ice I have in me, you two ever do Ice? Its like heaven in my system" she giggled letting herself just lose it, she looked at the other two. There was something about the two that intrigued her, maybe it was the drugs in her system but she wasnt exactly sure.

Looking over to O when he mentioned parties she nodded "Id love to come...you both seem pretty chill...just one question could I bring my roommate with me. We usually go to the same parties together" she was talking in a more rapid pace, hoping the other two could understand her. Sitting up a little she took another hit and smiled "Damnnn if I wasnt so into my crank and ice, id so be into this".

Mag stood with her arms folded, the rough edges of the outside wall rubbing her elbows, left wondering what she was doing there. She'd wait for a while, see if she could track him down again. If it fell through she'd have to go, but it was worth a try.

She hadn't really expected to be approached, let alone addressed, though her expression didn't betray much of her surprise. The girl glanced up, glancing through her stray hair and thick eyeliner to regard the young man who had addressed her for a moment. He'd called her pretty. That in itself was probably a warning sign, she thought, somewhat amused.

"Doing something I'd honestly never thought I'd do again. Waiting around for my brother..." she remarked, kicking her feet, sending a discarded bottle skittering across the ground.
"I'm not certain if it makes me a better person or the world's biggest idiot, but I guess that's something I'll find out in due course. And I'm not okay because we've not seen one another in four years and he just blanked me and walked off. Something like that doesn't really set your evening off very well." she sighed.

"Of course you don't care, huh? You're off your face." she added, chuckling a little. She might never have gotten into drugs, but she was hardly naive to them. The guy had obviously taken something and she guessed that was probably the only reason he was taking interest. It was killing time at least, she supposed, as long as things didn't start getting too weird.

Orien laughed and checked his watch. "Dammit..." With a long sigh he gave Nessa the spoon. "There... you girls can smoke or freebase as much as you want... I on the other hand, have to go singing." He opened the door to his limo and grinned, "My madhouse is welcome to anyone who is mad..." He nodded at Ember, then at Nessa. "Maybe I'll make you girls stay with me....that house is so big...and so quiet." Chuckling he hoisted himself out of the limo, blowing both girls a kiss. Trying not to act like he was strung out, he walked in the club. The moment he saw Jasper talking to his sister, he got fiercly protective.
He shoved people out of the way, "Get your ass away from my baby sister!" He snarled trying to grab the guy by the collar of his shirt. He nodded over to Meg and murmured, "Heya sis.. long time eh?" He was running out of time.

He was expected to be on the stage soon. Why did he care about some guy talking to his baby sister? Oh.. because men were pigs...he was a monster, but men were pigs. He took note of the guys unusual high, wondering what made him act like a gay fruit loop. "Paws off my sister." He muttered while walking up to the stage, the conversation between him and Meg would have to wait a little longer. Looking at everyone, he gave a smile, "Allright...so tell me...ever feel... like all people see is Skin?" A piano started playing in the background. He waited for the girls to walk in before he continued...this song... was for both of them.

Jasper wasn't a confrontational guy, he never had been. In fact, there were very few people he knew in the world that were confrontational. So when he was getting pulled by his collar, for what appeared to be absolutely no reason, he was a bit stunned and it took him a few seconds to react. It didn't help that he was blown out of his mind. "Hey, dude. What the Hell?" He wasn't being particularly rude about it, and it was more like a genuine - albeit irritated - curiosity. When the guy just continued to the stage, he shrugged it off and raised an eyebrow at the girl he had literally only been talking to for a few seconds.

"So, uh, your brother seems like a nice guy," Jasper told her, not quite sure what to make of the guy who looked around his own age. Jazz didn't see anything wrong with talking to the girl, especially when he had no intentions of seducing anyone at the moment. He was too busy enjoying everything else about his high, including the heightened senses that came with it. He felt like he could hear everything, from someone blinking to the spin of the Earth. "Anyways, I'm Jasper. Everyone I know calls me Jazz, though." He figured he should at least let her know his name, after already having such a wonderful meeting with her brother. He ran his fingers through his spiky hair.

He almost felt bad for this random girl, with her brother brushing her off like he had just done. It was rude and not at all how someone should treat family, and Jasper knew all about having shitty family members.