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Wait. . Nevermind, It's on this little peice of paper they gave me. . . He says, for the first time looking at the paper in his hand. (INSERT MANICAEON's ROOM NUMBER HERE.) Well, whatever. He walks off towards where he thinks the room is. . .

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Logan coughed and snorted, laughing at Casey's comeback. The room was dead silent for a few minutes and then Casey began to talk again.

"How did I get into drugs? Here's my story, I was born in New Zealand, hence the accent. Well, when I was fourteen my mom died, I was crushed, growing up without a mom is hell, I just lost it, I began to skip school and my marks dropped. I got into crack during a bush party held by my cousin. You see my father was filthy rich and he put me in a filthy rich school, when I dropped out, he basically disowned me. I stole his wallet, transfered the money, and boarded a plane, leaving Zealand forever. I sold drugs, got caught, and here I am today...you?", he tilted his head to face her.

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She nodded. "I can understand that. Me?" She laughed slightly. Casey sat up now, still looking at Logan. "The whole sex, drugs and rock n' roll lifestyle took me over. The old school way of rock." She ran her fingers over her tack marks and she shivered. "My friends formed a band and I was the only one who could play lead guitar. So I joined. We got kinda big quick. Only around our town and the neighboring towns though. Anyway, my best friend was into the high heroin gave her. I tried it and was hooked. Any time something went wrong, I shot up. This last time I nearly ODed and so I was sent here." She laid back down and looked over at Logan again.

"I dont seem like the type do I? Oh, and just to let you know, I was more of the drugs and rock n' roll girl. I've never even kissed a boy." Oh how her withdrawls made her talk! She put her hand over her mouth and she blushed softly. She hated she had said that.

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Logan smiled.
"Don't worry, a kiss is a verb. Nothing more nothing less, It's nothing unless it's with the right person", he winked flirtatiously. "So, you play guitar", he quickly changed the subject, "Your going to laugh, but I'm quite the violin player meself, It's kinda what happens when your in a school that cost more than your house", he chuckled and sighed. To tell the truth, I hated being able to get what I wanted when I wanted it, being rich isn't fun for someone who has goals in life, the point of goals is to work for them, and money defeats the purpose. I regret lots because of money", he chuckled

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She smiled at him. "I've always wanted to play violin. I think this place has a music hall where they have every instrument one can imagine. Maybe we should go check it out tomorrow?" Casey hadnt laid her fingers on a guitar in almost a year and she was itching to see if she still had her skills. "I grew up in middle class, but I was an only child. So...I know how it is to have money, but not like you." She rubbed her arm again and shivered. Here came the cold chills even though her body was on fire.

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Logan nodded, "Well, I brought mine along", he motioned over to his bag. That's when he saw her shake, and remembered that he felt like shit. He laid his head back and started to talk, "I stashed along a small flask of smirnoff, it's sewn under my bag, tell me if you need some, this is gonna be hell, and sleeps the way out, and vodka leads to sleep", he coughed, he felt it come on, damn...
"Let's keep talking, it'll get us through this",he panted.

"So, where'd you get your eyes from, mom or pop?", he spoke.

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Casey couldnt believe he'd snuck in vodka. She grinned at that thought. "Mom. She had eyes liked mine, but brighter." She wanted to see her mother again, but her father wouldnt let her. Casey had broken her mother's heart and she knew that her father would never forgive her for it. She shook again and gripped her arms with the opposite hands. "Here we go." Another shiver ran through her body. "So, who'd you get your looks from?"

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"Ha!", he exclaimed when she'd asked him that. Not his father, the man was american 100%. He thought back, scavenging the memories he had of his mother, she had dark skin, his eyes and nose.
"My mother, me father was an ugly, ugly man", he laughed. He looked down at his chest, it felt so hot, yet it was far from. Withdrawals were a bitch.

"And Casey, just so you know, I know your lying, eyes don't get brighter than yours", He grinned.

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His face twisted into pain ans he almost fell onto the floor. He had been getting close to the room when the need kicked in. His gut and his head felt like they were filled with acid. His arm shot out and colided loudly with the door, easily audiable from almost any room along that hallway. Mother F- He was cut off by the vomit almost literally shooting from his mouth and splattering on the floor. His body didn't need it very often, but when it did it was disasterous. He stood there for a few minutes, still arched over, one hand on his stomach, the other falling limply towards the floor. When he finally figured the pukeing was over he stood up and wiped some of the bile at the corners of his mouth away with his sleeve.

Ohh god. . . He uttered almost silently as he stumbled back from the pile of vomit and sat down, feeling unable to move. His face was wracked with pain and sadness, that in itself probably only happened along with his little spells.

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Roy got up from the driveway. The police car wasn't coming back, apparently. He walked towards the front door and turned the doorknob. <Locked?! Aren't they expecting me?!> He swore under his breath and rang the doorbell a few times.

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