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Extacy

Extacy

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You knew you should have stayed off the drugs. But even realizing that, you couldn't miss that feeling of satisfaction that it gave you. Now you're here, in this car, on your way to rehab.

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  • Guilty Pleasures


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You knew you should have stayed off the drugs. But even realizing that, you couldn't miss that feeling of satisfaction that it gave you. You craved, you needed it, and even the moments you wouldn't need it at all, you still could find yourself trying to get that feeling, that satisfaction. And this is where you confronted yourself. Now you're in a car, driving to that rehab they had been talking about. Is this what you wanted? Is your guilty please that satisfying?

It's not that bad, right?
That's what you think to yourself. I know it. I know you're thinking that. But you're extremely wrong. You should have realized earlier that this was no good. But you didn't. And now you're in this car, being carried to that rehab. You're not supposed to be there. If you'd realized sooner, you wouldn't have needed to go there. You're late, as usual. But I guess that's the human's mind. Realizing when it's too late.

Is it that bad?
It is, it is that bad. You woke up on the intensive care last night, and you ask me how bad it is? You should know yourself. But at least the people there will teach you something, they might be able to help you. Maybe they can hit that lucidity into you. Since the XTC has damaged your brain, you could use that kind of help. Take care. Good luck with everything.
And please...

Please stay off that drugs.


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Located on the edge of the village, this place is hard to reach by car. You'll need to walk a bit, ofcourse, under supervision. It's not just 'a rehab'. It's for strict rehabilitation, strictly for patients addicted to hard drugs in ways it brings them in life danger. You should know by now, that using drugs here is strictly forbidden; as we use the 'Cold Turkey' method. This method basically means you quit your drugs at instant, going through the rough time of side effects and cravings. But, being the hardest way of rebalititation, this is also the most functional way.

Ofcourse, people have tried to commit suicide. But that's merely of their weakness to the drugs, not doubting our manner of treatment. As most of the people here have a mental disorder, fights and discussions sometimes can't be avoided. Just keep in mind to leave your fellow patients alone, that would avoid a lot of trouble.

We divided the Rehab in two parts: The Female halls and the Male Halls. We expect you to not tread the halls of your opposite sex, this is because of safety reasons. Each patient has his or her own bathroom, toilet, bed and washing sink, as wel as a wardrobe and a small working table. There are bars in front of your window, to keep you safe from falling, not to lock you in, don't forget that.

Everyone shares the livingroom, that is located in the center of the building. We also have a garden which you can acces on certain group activities, and accesable if you ask one of our attendants. Smoking is allowed, if attended by one of our workers.

We have a few rules in this building, we would want you to follow these main rules. If you manage to break them, consequences will be applied, depending on the situation. The main rules are as following:

  • Do not enter the halls of the opposite sex
  • Dinner is a group activity, not attenting this means you're on your room.
  • At 9 o clock strict the lights go out. You will be on your room. If you will be seen on the hallways at night, you might consider explaining why.
  • If found with drugs, you will be directly removed from your location and consequences will follow after consultation.
  • It is strictly not allowed to talk with other patients during nightshift.
  • Please summon one of our attendants if having trouble with anything.
  • Sharp object are strictly forbidden and will be removed from your property if seen
Please live by our rules.


We hope to be able to help you,

Samantha Way,
Directress of Stone's Rehab

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The rooms for the girls.

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The rooms for the boys.

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Here we all gather to talk and discuss.

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Smoke and get some fresh air.

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What time was it? Did he care? No. He didn't. He had been sleeping all day and been skipping all daily activities to avoid social contact, and he couldn't be arsed to join any social activity. Curled up under the blankets, he sighed deeply. He could feel his hands shaking and his head spinning. How long had it been since he was picked up and taken here? Two days. He recalled: Two days. It had been horrible ever since. Gladly, they understood that when you first came in here, you needed time for yourself. But even then Glenn couldn't realize they were trying to help him, instead of ruining his life, what he thought they were doing. Ruining him... That's what they were doing, destroying him bit by bit.
"This is going to be my death." He muttered through clenched teeth, meaning the feeling he felt racing through his veins. The side effects were growing and growing by the minute, and he couldn't find a way toingore them. And he kept telling himself: He was not craving. He was not craving.

Glenn, with shaking legs and hands, stepped out of bed to avoid mental paranoia, he needed to do something to get distracted. For a moment, he looked through the windows that were barred with black steel, and it made him sigh. Shifting on his place, he stood up, and wandered around in his room, before leaving the area without knowing he didn't had a shirt on. He plainly forgot, as his mind was set on drugs, and not on getting on shirts.

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What time was it... What was the time... Georgina fumbled around for a tiny alarm clock, limbs splayed out in all directions. She'd slept properly for once, yet her mind was telling her that she was sick. Great. As her head tipped over the side of the bed, she threw up last night's meal into a plastic waste bin, which was unfortunate enough to be the first thing she laid eyes on. Exactly how long had it been since she'd got here? One day? Two? She couldn't even pause to think without wanting another drug-induced trip. It was their fault. At least they let her bring her guitar and her art materials. Not that any of it would help... She already felt like she was being torn apart at the seams.

Eventually, she edged her way out of the covers and threw on the nearest pair of jeans and a black tank top. This would have to do. She wasn't planning on looking her best for social interaction anyway. Hell, if any of the people here were like her, there wouldn't even be that much interaction, fingers crossed. Her slender fingers shook a little as she patted down her bedhead. Her fringe fell over her eyes, shielding her dilated pupils from any kind of harsh light, or harsh anything, for that matter. Bleh. As her feet slid into her combat boots, Georgina moved for the door, grabbing a beat-up military-styled jacket from a hook on the back of it, before heading out into civilization.

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Sarah sighed. She had been wandering on the hallways for long now, not remembering what she had done this morning. What she knew is that she wasn't allowed to leave the house, and it bugged her. She could use some fresh air, as the absence was suspressing her concience. For a moment, she paused when the pink-haired girl could hear a sumbling-like sound, footsteps, if she was right. A girl with a cool jacket she wished she owned came walking across her, and she had to take a few seconds to register the fact she had been walking past.
"Hey, You know you're not allowed to leave the house, right?" Was the first thing she could think of, fiddling with her curls, and hesistating to walk up to her. But she wouldn't, as she felt glued to the ground for the upcoming two minutes. Though, she managed to move, and caught up with her.

"Did you see that guy earlier? With the tattoo's." She tried, she at least could attempt to start a conversation. It had been boring sleeping till now and she really could use some company. Lonely? She guessed that, since she could recognize that feeling. Sarah really disliked to be alone. It made her feel uneasy, and silence always got on her nerves. Adding up to that, making friends would be useful, since Sarah could guess this wouldn't be the last day she would be stuck in this damned house.

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Georgina stopped in her tracks as she heard the pink-haired girl speak. She blinked a little, her eyes unable to focus on her properly. Instead, she relied on the fact that this girl probably couldn't see her eyes, as she waited for her to catch up. "My parents made sure that I was well aware that I couldn't claw my way out of here." A short, sharp laugh pushed its way from her lips. "You're caged up in here too, huh?" She sighed a little, as her hands pushed into her pockets. She didn't want to have to explain why her hands were shaking, especially not to someone she had just met.

"Tattoos?" It didn't ring a bell. Then again, her entire stay here so far had been rather fuzzy. She was pretty sure this had been the first time she had left her room. "It doesn't ring a bell. Is there something I should be aware of?" Her head tilted a little, so she could attempt to get a better view of her, as her fringe parted ever so slightly. "Y'know, I don't think I've ever met someone with hair that looked like candy floss. S'kinda sweet... Makes me feel a bit hungry though." A slight smile crept onto her face for a moment. "I'm Georgina."

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Sarah, amused by the comment that this girl, appearantle named Georgina, made about her hair. She pulled off a smile that matched her thoughts. The redhead, as she would call her, seemed friendly. Not the super social type, but Sarah would bear with it.
"Sarah. Yeah, I'll probably be here for another few months." She said under her breath, after thinking for a moment. Her mind felt fuzzy, and she probably would head back to bed after this conversation.
"I tried sneaking into the male halls before but I realized there are camera's around." Was her first confession. She just wanted to have some social contact with the boys, as she liked to talk with people in general. For a moment, her eyes shifted to the side, watching an attendant that probably was watching them in return. She didn't like it. Being looked after all the time. It was true that she needed it, since that sentence was almost hypnotized into her brain. You need help.

Sarah fell quiet, dozing off the subject and thinking of something new to say. It was hard for her to focus, she could only feel her weak legs. Maybe it was better to take a walk, get some fresh air, and play some videogames, eventhough she wouldn't be able to pay attention to them.
"Feel like going to the garden? What you'd call a garden, it's only a piece of grass and stones, but whatever." She grinned at that thought but already forgot what she was grinning about. Looking up at Georgina, she wondered how old she was, as she was looking rather young.

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Noel could hear people in the hallways and knew that it was time for everybody to get up. She didn't quite feel like getting up but with a deep breath she pulled herself up and went over to her clothes sitting in the cabinet beside her bathroom. In all honesty she didn't feel like putting on clothes at all, but the staff had warned her that if she walked out of her room in just her bra and underwear one more time she would be put on cigarette restriction. That would not be happening to her anytime soon. If they took away her cigarettes, she would probably lose what little sanity this hellhole let her keep.
She grabbed a white t-shirt and a pair of denim shorts that she slipped on rather halfheartedly. Then she just threw on her red and black flannel over it and started walking out of her room. As she did so she passed the mirror and stopped, taking a second to admire the thigh gap that she had managed to achieve. Since she had gotten here, she had lost three pounds. That equaled about one pound per day. By the time she left, maybe she could reach her goal weight. Wouldn’t that be something? Performing on the stage, knowing how amazing she looked while she was doing it, not second guessing herself in the slightest. Did anyone here listen to her band? She didn’t know, but supposed she would find out eventually. Not that it mattered, she didn’t really like crazed fans anyway.
She exited her room and looked around. There were two girls talking in this hallway but she didn’t really feel like intruding on their conversation. Instead she walked to living area where she found a single staff member, which she approached and tapped on the shoulder. The woman turned around and Noel asked her, “Hey, can I have a smoke?” The woman didn’t bother giving a verbal response. Over the past three days, Noel had practically drilled it into all of their heads that when she wanted a smoke, she got one.
She came back with on of the many packs that Noel had stored away just as she saw a boy walking down the boy’s hallway. She had seen him a few times before but had never actually spoken to him. Considering that he was the only guy she had yet to see here, she decided to change that. “Hey! Boy without the shirt! You want to join me?” Direct, maybe. But that was just how she was. If he didn’t smoke then she wondered why he was here at all, considering most druggies like themselves did some sort of smokeable.

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Glenn, slightly agitated by the sudden sound that got screeching to his ears, he turned around and tried unblurring his vision when looking at the girl that called him, more like some nickname. He closed his eyes for a second to sigh, hoping the headache he had would subside any moment, but sadly it wouldn't.
Great. He thought to himself, as he turned to the girl that had drawn his attention. Usually he wouldn't reject the offer, but he really wasn't in the mood as his splitting headache and shaking hands were getting to him. Once again, he let out a sigh and rethought his decision: Maybe it was a good idea to get some fresh air, and turn to the girl. Honestly, he tried avoiding all social contact, but for once again: You couldn't be on your own forever. So, after all, he shrugged.
"Why the hell not? I'm in the worst mood ever, but why would you care. Let's get a smoke." He answered with a cracking voice, since he haven't cleared his throat yet after waking up.

Glenn observed the girl. She was skinny, and not the tallest, but she was pretty. Pretty, not too stiff and probably not too shy. When he tried to hide his shaking hands by putting them in his pockets as long as possible, the walk to the garden seemed longer than ever since the silence didn't brought up any conversation between the two.
"Strangerdanger." Glenn muttered bluntly while dragging out a cigarette out of his pack he had been sticking in the pockets of his jeans all night, as he fell asleep with pants on and never changed them after getting out of bed. He couldn't be bothered, too.

"You seem to like strangers, don't you?" Glenn said, and lit his cigarette, getting a drag of it and exhaling the smoke with chin raised. He had been cussed at for not wearing a shirt and was threatened to cigarette hold, but when he promised this was the last time walking barechested, they just let go the subject and left him smoking. However, the woman that attended them, was quietly listening to their conversation and it bugged Glenn.
"Having fun eavesdropping?" He fired directly at the woman, making her at a slight unease. She probably was a trainee, since she still was wearing that stupid nametag of her and even that bugged him.
"I swear to god. Can't I just have a smoke without being watched?" Glenn said to himself, turning back to the girl he still didn't know the name of. Maybe he could be bothered asking her.

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"Nice name. My mother said I'd be here for as long as it took to 'get better'. In other words she's having me caged up until my family's happy to have me out in public." She kept trying to focus on Sarah a bit more, with no success. The palms of her hands began to heat up in her pockets, and it started to pass up through her arms to the rest of her body, as if someone had set her on fire. "Peeking in on the guys, huh? We have a rebel on our hands." Her eyes shifted and followed what she could only see as a shadow on the wall, the first attendant she had seen properly since her arrival... And they were heading into her room. Great. As if she didn't already feel insecure around here, without people poking into her room. She guessed that it was to be expected. They weren't just being babysat, they were being inspected every moment of every day. That thought only made Georgina feel worse.

Georgina brought one hand out of her pockets, scratching the back of her head lightly as the conversation fell into silence. Her gaze hit the floor, which didn't help at all. Through Georgina's eyes, the floor looked as if it were getting closer, then moving further away, constantly. She felt like she had to be sick again. Sarah's words helped her to snap back into reality, if even for a moment. The feeling of nausea disappeared as she spoke. "It sounds better than being in my room for another day. Let's go." She started for the exit, hoping that she could get out into the garden before that sick feeling appeared again.

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Noel couldn’t help but smile as her offer was accepted. It may not have been done in the most polite way, but hell, being thrown here does that to you. He first day here was filled with nothing but profane language leaving her mouth every other word. So she brushed off the comment and said, “That’s the spirit!” and waited for him as he joined her and the staff member whose name she did not care to learn.

As he pulled out his pack of cigs she was doing the same, sliding one out and flipping her zippo light open, lighting it with such ease that it was obvious she had done the task many times before. She took a drag as the boy asked her, “You seem to like strangers don’t you?” She exhaled slowly, taking her time and cherishing the feeling that it left her. Then she responded, “Not at all. I think strangers are the worst. Which is why I’m talking to you now, one less stranger in the world.” She paused a moment before saying, “I’m Noel by the way. Noel Greenwood.”

Some staff member came by and scolded the boy for not wearing a shirt, and Noel smoked her cigarette and watched in amusement. The staff member was a girl, so she should be okay with a fit, shirtless man walking around. It was something that a girl in her profession probably didn’t see that often. But she scolded anyway, and he promised to not do it again, to Noel’s distaste. But she didn’t say anything about it.


Then the boy muttered about the eavesdropping and Noel just smirked and said, “I’ve learned to ignore them. The new ones don’t really pay much attention to anything anyway. Neither do the old ones. Or the young and pretty ones for that matter. Actually, I’m not sure any of them pay attention.” She had tested this the day before, they listen for key words like “drug” or “pill” or something along those lines. Other than that though they drown out the people here, probably waving off anything they have to say as delusional druggie talk.

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The two went silent for a moment, and a sudden smirk appeared on Glenn's face, appearantly wanting to do something that wasn't allowed. He paused, and turned to Noel, close to her ear, watching the young lady that suddenly paid attention. Were they whispering? What where they saying? It appeared like they were discussing something, but Glenn said nothing.
"Drugs. Pills. Weed." Glenn muttered in her ear, followed by a burstout of laughter when the young woman that was watching Noel and him, seemed offended. Glenn couldn't stop laughing, as he loved it to tease people like this.

"I swear to god. All you women do is listening if we talk about drugs. You people are predators." He smirked, continueing to smoke his cigarette. Hilarious, she completely fell for it, and after all, the two could have a laugh at her. The woman tried showing off a grin, but she didn't really succeeded.
"Laughing hurts, eh?" Glenn continued mocking, flicking his cigarette on the ground. He got pointed out again; Throwing cigs on the ground was not allowed, and Glenn sighed a deep sigh before picking it up with a grunt, his headache increasing. He stood with closed eyes for a moment after straightening his back, and swallowed away the dry in his throat.
"Shit." He complained as he shook his head and threw the cigarette away in the bin.

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Chris couldn't be bothered. He just casually walked around, in the hallways, the livingroom, listening to that new dubstep beat he'd picked up on the local radio. He found himself wandering in the female halls, but still couldn't give a shit. For a moment, Chris paused and took a deep breath, as he felt his head spinning for a moment. The surroundings around him appeared alien; he couldn't recognize a thing that would fit the real world. He probably was hallucinating again, and he didn't realize that. For a moment, he tried holding on to something that felt like a wall, but as it was moving closer, and further away, he couldn't get a proper hold of the object, making him slowly slide against the wall and dropping on the floor with a soft 'thump'. He swore for a second, resting his head against the wall, his speach slowly slurring away.

Sarah didn't notice the male untill she heard a soft thump. With a questioning look on her face, she glanced at Georgina, hoping she would understand the situation. But it slowly got to Sarah. This guy was probably suffering his issues he was dealing with, and he seemed to have a rather hard time. Deciding on if she would help or not, she turned to Georgina. Wanting to say something, but not sure what. It could be dangerous to approach him, as someone having hallucinations or suffering side effects, could react differently to a situation than anyone else. Again, she hesistated to speak, but after all she did.
"Should we help him out? Like, summon someone? He looks bad." Sarah spoke as she watched the guy searching for something on the ground he couldn't find, while sitting against that wall.

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Georgina didn't quite spot Chris at first, until she eyed Sarah giving her a strange look. Her eyebrow raised slowly as she peeked around Sarah and looked at Chris. He didn't seem too well at all... Hmm... She looked around casually, spotting that whatever attendants walked the Female Halls were currently absent. At least they didn't have those asshats to deal with. That put Georgina at ease, if even for only a moment. Sharply, she pulled a ribbon from her jeans pocket and brushed her fringe, along with the rest of her hair, into place as she tied her hair out of her face. Instantly, her dilated pupils were in full view. For once, she didn't care. Hopefully, the more he could see of her, the less he'd be frightened of when she tried to help him. "We're going to help him. Could you keep an eye out for me while I try and move him to my room? I doubt any of the attendants would even bother to help. They'd just be bothered with scolding him for being here."

Georgina slowly approached Chris, kneeling down beside him. She didn't exactly know what to expect, but she moved calmly, knowing that if anyone were to approach her under the same circumstances, she wouldn't want them to be loud or in her face. She just hoped it was enough to be there for him. "Are you... Are you ok?" She spoke softly, not wanting to seem scary or anything.

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Georgina, the girl with red hair appeared in front of him and Chris only looked at her with a dazed expression. As if he was hypnotized. At least, he thought it was a girl with red hair, as it was long and he assumed that people with long hair were girls. His vision was blurry, and he couldn't really recognize more than that. Whilst Sarah was paying attention to the surroundings as if she was a guard, Chris started saying things that didn't have anything to do with the current situation. Things like missing the bus, forgetting the mail, just plainly confused speech that couldn't be put in place. He coughed for a moment, as his throat was sore and dry, and continued blabbering in panic about what he had been forgotten. Chris paused for a moment. He just kept staring at Georgina trying to recognize her face, but the stranger didn't ring a bell. But he realized that she was here to help, was she an attendant? He couldn't be bothered. Someone was here to help, and it eased him.
"Did you see that? I swear it was some kind of... it's... I don't remember." He mumbled under his breath, as the hallucinations started to worsen, but soon it would die off. He reached for his spinning head and muttered.
"I don't feel good." Chris almost lost his balance even when sitting, but hauled himself up directly knowing lying on the ground wasn't a proper thing to do.

In the smaller room, that was similair to his own, he felt more at ease. Though, his head still spinning he left his head in his hands muttering unexistant words. It would lift soon, he hoped, with the littlest consciousness he could collect.
"Are you going to.. Are you going to take my cigarettes away? My stuff? I don't have anything. Don't bother taking it." Chris muttered, convinced it was someone from the rehab that dragged him to this room. Even when he was lying, he said he didn't have anything. Though, it was just a gram and it wasn't of best quality; he still owned something that wasn't allowed here and people would make a death for it. If he wasn't careful, he'd be robbed.
"Oh whatever. Just take it. Shit, my heart is racing." He started complaining and reached with shaking hand for his chest. It appeared that Chris had calmed down a slight, since he could speak in a decent manner, but still confused by all the sudden commotion. Catching Georgina's and Sarah's colorful haircolors, it started to spin a slight bit again.
"Can't girls just dye their hair brown for gods sake." He complained softly.

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Georgina poked her head around the door for one last look around the halls. Still no attendants around. This was good. How long they could manage to go without getting caught... That was another question. The door slid shut as she turned back into the room. "Neither of us are attendants. We saw what happened to you in the hall and thought we should help. I don't smoke, either." She edged her way over to a desk that sat in the corner of her room, where a small fridge sat. "If you need a drink or anything, I have vanilla cola. I'm not even sure if you'd like it, but it's something to take the edge off." Her eyebrow raised slowly as she heard him trying to hand over whatever he had on him. "You've got it all wrong..." Slowly, the door on the fridge shut as Georgina opened a can of the vanilla cola. She gulped down the sugary brown liquid as if she were fighting for her last breath. With a deep breath of satisfaction, Georgina wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. "Hey, hey, hey... We could've easily dyed your hair green, in the state you're in. But we didn't. Be thankful." She laughed for a moment, turning to Sarah. "Thanks for keeping watch. You don't have to be here anymore if you don't want to be. It'd be a lot easier on you if you didn't get caught." A slight smile appeared on her face, as she turned to grab Sarah a can of cola. "Payment for your services." She smirked as she thrust the can into Sarah's hands, a little shakily.

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"Incompetence! I should have you thrown overboard!" Issac boomed at a little old woman, who had apparently come into his room with the purpose of turning down the sheets. Instead of being able to do her job, she was now tied to a chair with the bedsheets and being poked at random intervals with the tip of a broomstick. "FETCH ME MY TEA, MAGNUS!" he bellowed, and dropped the broom, only to assume the role of one of his make-believe crewmembers, with a spin and a quick change, which involved sticking a fake beard on his face and assuming a deeper tone of voice. "Aye cap'n. I got yer tea right 'ere!" Quickly, he scooped up a tea tray from his desk and poured himself a hot cup of tea, ripping off the fake beard moments after and assuming his role as Count Issac Minnick Cowley once more. "Now that we've refueled, what to do with the sky witch, I wonder?" The little old woman shuddered, practically scared for her life in the presence of this crazy man. She should've given up this job years ago, and this was proof as to why. Not that she could even hear her own thoughts over the orders this man was spewing at himself.

A sharp banging was heard from the other side of the door, out in the corridor. "Gadzooks! How did the sky witch's minions get time to respond so quickly?! HOW DID YOU FIND THIS AIRSHIP, YOU RAPSCALLIONS?!" What Issac thought to be an explosion on his ship - an attendant kicking his door down - had let the sky witch escape. Dammit. "Cut that crap out, Cowley. Leave the attendants alone." was the response he got from the attendant that had save the sky witch's life. He was built a bit bigger than the witch, and Issac thought it best to not mess with him. At least until he'd got him own team of ass-kicking sky pirates together to tear down this evil establishment. For now, he would bite his tongue and let them go. "Fine. Get out of my sight." he spoke bitterly, before taking another sip of his tea. The attendants disappeared with a slam of the door, and Cowley fell back on his bed. Evil had won today, but never again, he vowed.

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At the moment Glenn wanted to turn around and head back to his room, he could hear a small commotion at the end of the hall, and it drew his attention. Glenn always liked sensation. Glenn believed a door was being kicked in, and soon as that happened, Glenn hurried to the scene. As he approached the door, it was already closed and he could see an attendant leaving with a grumpy look on her face. People sure are grumpy, he thought to himself, as he softly knocked on the door.

As it was opened, Glenn paused for a moment, not knowing if he should laugh or cry at the rather odd appearance of the guy.He held his grin as well as he could, and leaned to the side of the doorway.
"I understand why they had to put you here. What you taking? Some kind of herbs? You must be new." He chuckled and shook his head. Druggies lately were total screw-ups, just like himself. He could remember himself shouting at a wall and expecting a reply, even getting mad at the object and being put in place by one of his friends the moment he even hit the wall with offensing words. He laughed at that memory, and turned to the guy.
"Gonna be hard for ya if you stay like this. But hell, I like that attitude. Pretty messed up, man." Once again Glenn Chuckled, and pointed at his own hair, to point out Issac's hair.
"What's that?" He simply asked, not hoping for a logic answer, as this guy seemed so messed up he couldn't even speak properly. Glenn just loved to mess around with these kind of people, as he knew that he could be exactly the same, if under influence.

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As soon as Chris calmed down quite enough to talk properly and regain his relaxed self, Sarah would leave the room with the vanilla coke. She had been looking at Chris for a minute, as his face was quite drugged, it seemed. But so was hers, so she couldn't complain.
"Take care with the guy." She said grinning, before leaving and walking to her own room. Obviously she meant something with it, and Chris couldn't help but reply about that to Georgina.
"Like I will fuck every girl I meet." He said grinning, chugging down half of the coke he got from the red haired girl. His hands still slightly shaking and his vision a tad blurry, Chris frowned for a second and looked up at the girl.
"So, redhead." He spoke with a grin. "Why would you take me to your room? Is it like, daily routine to drag druggies to your personal space?" He spoke, chugging down the other half and aiming the coke at the bin and hitting the edge, making the can roll over the floor into a corner.
"I'm not sharp today, man." He complained as he tried to haul himself up, but directly falling back into his place as his arms still felt weak. He sighed, clearly uneasy about the fact that someone was here to watch him suffering from a weakness, and being agitated about the fact he couldn't smoke the stuff he was carrying with him. Ofcourse, Georgina not knowing the reason of his agitation. It could be anything, right? Chris thought for a bit. Was it enough for two? Ofcourse, he wouldn't invite the first and the best person to smoke some meth with him, if he didn't know if the other could take it. With that idea, he grinned a boyish smile and looked at Georgina with a questioning look.
"Ever tried meth?" He then bluntly asked, waiting for a response from the redhead. Actually, this was the first question he could think of, not even asking her name.

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"Oh ha ha. Hilarious. Don't quit your day job." Georgina sighed and rolled her eyes as she pulled the ribbon out of her hair, letting the mess of red fall back down over her eyes once more. The mess of hair would help cover up her blushing cheeks, she'd hope. She'd never had that kind of contact before, and the topic make her nervous, blush and giggle like a schoolgirl at times. He was probably still feeling too rough to notice anyway. She pulled a chair from the corner of the room and brought it to the side of the bed, throwing her jacket over the back of it before taking a seat on it. Slowly, she scratched a bruise under the left strap of her shirt, before she looked to Chris. "Daily routine? Yeah sure, of course I drag people into my room all the time. Who wouldn't?" She sighed for a moment, then thought he might actually take that for truth. "I don't drag people here... You just looked like you needed help, rather than some attendant ranting at you. Plus, you and candy-floss are the first company I've had since I got here. Even if you are probably high off your ass." She watched as he struggled to try and get up, and raised her eyebrow ever so slightly when he asked her if she'd ever taken meth. "Not my poison of choice, to be honest. I never really tried other stuff, apart from what I'm actually in here for." She didn't bother to question why he's asked her this at all, and just seemed pretty mellow rolling with whatever was being said.

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Issac's gaze met with the figure stood in his doorway. Great, more stowaways on his ship... "What do you want, shirtless male..." was his only response to Glenn, as he stood up from his bed and marched across the room toward him. As he thrust his hand out, offering to shake Glenn's hand, the other gripped his stomach, as a violent pain struck. Before he could properly introduce himself to this strange male, who seemed to have a lot of body art on his person, he was doubled over in pain on the floor. "Gah, the witch cast a c-curse on me!" Issac began to breathe rather heavily and it seemed as if the floor was distorting around him, like he was in quicksand. "H-help me... Shirtless male..."

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"Wow, dude, relax. Lay off that shit, man." Glenn said, reaching for the guy that suddenly collapsed on the ground. He kneeled next to him, not wanting to make him think he was one of the 'stowaways'. He knew exactly what to do, though, the sudden change in situation made him rather confused. Calm down, he thought to himself, as he tried to haul the male gently up.
"Just sit with your knees drawn close." He calmly spoke, even when his own hands were shaking. Jeez, today surely was confusing. He never knew he had to help someone out, instead of being helped out, and it kinda made him dizzy in the head.
"Just relax, man. Breathe in, breathe out." He had left his hand on his back, just to keep him supported from falling over. Sitting drawn close to your knees would help, he knew that, with his own stomach pains, but he wasn't sure if it would help the guy that was suffering the pains and clearly wasn't feeling well.
"Hey, if you're dizzy, rest your head on your knees."

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"It fucks you up, don't take it." He said, but seemed rather cool about the fact it 'fucked' you up like that. Actually, the feeling of being fired up for anything was good, just the side effects and the cravings afterwards were really bad. Your face began to look like as if you havent had food for ages, and your heartbeat started racing at uncertain moments. Hallucinations would include and that was not even the half of the bad things that could happen.
"If you want to have a fun time, you should smoke some. But yeah, like every drug on earth, it has it's bad sides." He said as he tried pulling himself up, again, this time managing to stumble to the bed and sit down on it. He inspected Georgina for a moment. He wondered why she was here, and he wouldn't hesistate asking her.
"What are you here for?" He bluntly said, hoping her response would be as blunt as his question. After all, it was Chris you were talking to, and Chris was blunt, didn't care about anything, and just said what was on his mind.

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"Eh, what I take is already fucking me over." She reached her hand up under her fringe to rub her eyes a little. No wonder her body was irritating her so much. She'd been asleep before all this, so she didn't have to worry about being prey to feeling like she'd been thrown into an oven. But now, she was free to feel as itchy and hot as she wanted. This was just great. She zoned out for a moment, but immediately snapped back into reality when Chris asked her what she was here for. "Uh, LSD." She didn't seem as uneasy telling him as she would've anyone else outside of this place. Then again, nobody outside seemed to know what it was like, and thought that switching off the addiction was like a switch that she could just flick overnight. "I'll go ahead and assume you're in here because of meth." She watched him from under the veil of hair that shielded her eyes.

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Issac attempted to steady himself, with help from Glenn. He did as instructed, without questioning the shirtless one once, not that he could really attempt to speak right now. His stomach always seemed to want to rebel against him when he drank tea. Issac assumed that his stomach wasn't as gentlemanly as the rest of his being. He began to catch his breath a little better, and sat on his knees breathing slowly. His gaze moved from his lap and up until it met with Glenn's face, and a light smile formed on the edge of his lips. "I am forever in your debt. I am Count Issac Minnick Cowley. What is your name, shirtless rescuer?" Even after the pains had hit him and left, Issac had snapped back into his 'Steampunk Count' persona within seconds. He got back up onto his feet, albeit a little shakily and headed for a tall, Victorian-styled wardrobe. The doors swung open with ease and Issac began to rummage around, throwing various pairs of strange-looking trousers, shirts and waistcoats around, before pulling out a plain-looking black t-shirt. It looked like this particular shit hadn't been 'transformed' into Issac's usual attire. He launched the shirt through the air, to Glenn. "You should probably put that on, lest we risk attracting the demons of this realm. A gentleman must dress accordingly for every adventure he partakes in, and the rescuer of a noble count should be no exception." He adjusted the collar of his own shirt and brushed his hands down his blue waistcoat. No matter where anyone might look in Issac's room, his clothes always seemed to look worn, like they had been through many of Issac's 'adventures'.

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Can't you just leave me alone, I'm trying to find myself.

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"Locking me up like an animal. Boy, aren't you mature."

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This is all just a waste of my time

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Take a chillpill.

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Can't you just leave me alone, I'm trying to find myself.

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"Locking me up like an animal. Boy, aren't you mature."

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This is all just a waste of my time

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Can't you just leave me alone, I'm trying to find myself.

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I don't crave, I just need it.

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Take a chillpill.

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"Locking me up like an animal. Boy, aren't you mature."


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Would it be okay if 'i submitted a character? maybe she could be like a late rehab entry?

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I... I hope you realise it's not spelled extacy, it's spelled ecstasy...

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