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Christopher Samson

Take a chillpill.

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a character in “Extacy”, as played by phacades

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General
Full name: Christopher Samson
Calling name: Chris
gender: Male
Age: 24
Length: 182 cm
Weight: 80 kg
Mental disorders?: IED (Intermittend Explosive Disorder)
Explain: It plainly means that Chris can't hold his anger. When it gets triggered, he has these explosive moments. For example: When someone swears at him, he can react absolutely agressive without any limits. It's different from a regular anger attack; it's in bigger measurements. He usually tries to avoid them by walking away from the situation.
Drug addiction: Cannabis, Methamphetamine (Meth, Crystal Meth)
Side effects: Shaking hands, increased heartbeat, stress, hallucinations, Delirious behaivour, rapid heartbeat, excessive thirst, increased chance on heart failure, paranoia
Behaviour due to addiction: When having cravings, he often talks to himself and repeatedly moves in a certain way. For example, rocking back and forth. He seems always searching, for something that he can take. He's stressed, and cautious.

Appearance
Slight Description:
Eyes: Blue, greyish
Hair: Burgundy brown
Skin: Pale
Clothing style: Sweaters with prints, casual to 'skate'. Dark colours, or white shirts.
Odds: Has gauges, and a rather big and detailed tattoo of a key on his left lower arm.
Other: N/A

Personality
In-depth description: Chris used to be the chilled out guy who didn't give a shit about anything. But now, after his drug addiction, he tends to be really stressed. Still being careless, he's the kind of guy to tell you to sit down if you're having any trouble, and giving advice out of expirience. Chris doesn't give a shit about guidelines: He does what he wants to do, he's old enough to make decisions. Being rather carefree and sometimes stumbling against this, he's a guy that when he makes decisions, he makes them after thinking it through. He likes girls, is a real party animal and at last, he's cool to be around with, with that joking nature of him.
Main positive personality traits: Relaxed, open-minded, carefree
Main negative personality traits: Easily triggered to anger, stubborn, gets himself involved with everything
Sexual Orientation: Straight
Likes: Dubstep, Music in general, the streets, good art, blunts, chill spots and surroundings, teasing girls, tattoo's, horror films
Dislikes: Stress, drama, Dramaqueens, attention seekers, people who interfere, bad hair days
Talents: Making music, (With the computer, not a guitar or anything.) drawing tattoo-like art
Hobbies: Doodling, Hanging with friends, photographing
Fears: Hurting someone psychically/mentally, drowning, spiders
Other: N/A
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So begins...

Christopher Samson's Story

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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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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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"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.