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Glennox Powell

I don't crave, I just need it.

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a character in “Extacy”, as played by phacades

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General
Full name: Glennox Powell
Calling name: Glenn
gender: Male
Age: 23
Length: 184 cm
Weight: 83 kg
Mental disorders?: No
Explain: N/A
Drug addiction: Heroine, Cannabis, Cocaine
Side effects: Exhaustion, agitation, no apetite, insomnia, shakinh hands, hallucinations, paranoia
Behaviour due to addiction: He skips dinner, because of his little apetite. He reacts rather agitated to people and is quickly offended. Glenn is not active because of the drugs, and usually locks himself up in his room, avoiding social contact. He's quickly exhausted and is rarely seen happy. He sometimes gets panic attacks and can't be calmed down quickly. He became quite agressive.

Appearance
Slight Description:
Eyes: Green
Hair: Dark brown to black
Skin: Pale
Clothing style: sloppy, alternative. Shirts with ripped-off sleeves, skinny-jeans with teared knees and either vans or converse shoes.
Odds: Has a lot of tattoo's.
Other: N/A

Personality
In-depth description: Glenn is the stubborn guy that dislikes to be run over, and when someone does, he generously will show you that he doesn't like it. He's not of violent nature, but verbally, he has his flaws. Glennox is not the type of guy to take things heavy: he likes to take things lightly by joking about them or by seeing them as someone else's problem. Glenn is made for the streets: He knows what to say when confronted, is verbally strong and does know how to deal with problems. Furthermore, Glenn is a real romanticus. And not only that; He truly does care about his beloved ones. He is upbeat and will always try to cheer people up. He kind of has an attitude and hates know-it-alls. At last, Glenn sometimes can't decide what other people's boundaries are and likes to override them, but will apologize if he notices it really isn't appreciated
Main positive personality traits: He's understanding when he wants to, can be really charming, and Glenn knows how to deal with stuff.
Main negative personality traits: Harsh, stubborn, brat
Sexual Orientation: Straight, Bi-curious
Likes: Coffee with liquor, sleeping, girls, sensation
Dislikes: Bad weather, cops, side effects
Talents: Drumming, Graffiti
Hobbies: Drumming, Street art, drawing, writing lyrics
Fears: Being abandoned, Being reminded of trauma's
Other: He smokes.

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So begins...

Glennox Powell's Story

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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.

The setting changes from Male Halls to Stone's Rehab

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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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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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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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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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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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