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Sorry to hear that, but I think it's safe to say most of us have been there.
Hype has reached critical levels.
I just left it vague because I figured you'd take it from there but I'll edit it shortly.
Alrighhttt managed to get a post up, I'm gonna go pass out now.
Sean was up early for the first time in weeks. Early for him anyway, nine-o-clock on the dot, despite being up early his routine didn't change. A cup of black coffee, some ham and eggs drowning in Tabasco and six miligrams of hydromorphone crushed, smeared and chopped into two smooth lines, and insufflated to that cozy mucus membrane in the back of his nose. It was enough to ease him out and let him deal witj anyone and feel like he could do anything for a few hours anyway.
Nine thirty six; Sean steps out into the day a cigarette already sitting in his lips waiting to be lit. Sunglasses hide his sunken, sleep deprived eyes, the hydromorphone easing into his system make his steps are a little sluggish but he's used to it and quickly takes control of the drug in him. His pockets are full of goodie bags filled with similliar drugs, today is pill day for his customers and the candyman has all kinds of treats. The schools are a short walk from his house, college kids are always coming in at different times he'll see some famalliar faces there, but he's expecting new kids from high school he's out in time where the hooligans and misfits like to smoke and by drugs from well... him.
Ten eleven; Sean walks and eventually stands in the nice middle ground of the high school and college. A corner where students from both schools come to smoke from time to time it's a little out of the way, but cops are less likely to roll by there. After standing by himself for a few minutes he noticed someone making their way towards him he leaned against the wall and looked at his expensive looking watch 10:16. Before he could look back to the person he felt the ground shake and a light burn through the heavily tinted lenses of his sunglasses. He couldn't see anything he wondered for a second if he was ODing, had he taken more than he thought? Suddenly everything was blindingly white, and the weight of standing left him and suddenly he felt as though he was laying down.
Nine thirty six; Sean steps out into the day a cigarette already sitting in his lips waiting to be lit. Sunglasses hide his sunken, sleep deprived eyes, the hydromorphone easing into his system make his steps are a little sluggish but he's used to it and quickly takes control of the drug in him. His pockets are full of goodie bags filled with similliar drugs, today is pill day for his customers and the candyman has all kinds of treats. The schools are a short walk from his house, college kids are always coming in at different times he'll see some famalliar faces there, but he's expecting new kids from high school he's out in time where the hooligans and misfits like to smoke and by drugs from well... him.
Ten eleven; Sean walks and eventually stands in the nice middle ground of the high school and college. A corner where students from both schools come to smoke from time to time it's a little out of the way, but cops are less likely to roll by there. After standing by himself for a few minutes he noticed someone making their way towards him he leaned against the wall and looked at his expensive looking watch 10:16. Before he could look back to the person he felt the ground shake and a light burn through the heavily tinted lenses of his sunglasses. He couldn't see anything he wondered for a second if he was ODing, had he taken more than he thought? Suddenly everything was blindingly white, and the weight of standing left him and suddenly he felt as though he was laying down.
IVIasterJay said
So why is Davis hanging around the schools at 10AM on a Thursday morning? Also, I would like a last name for him.Edit: Never mind on the last name, you already changed it.
Sorry it was all done from my phone. A few things got messed up but I edited in why he would be there, I'm sure I'll make a few more in time.
Name: Sean Davis
Age: 30
Gender: Male
Appearance:
Sean stands around six foot two. Not exactly thin but not toned either, some strange middle ground. With hair so dark brown it looks black shaved into a very close to the head mohawk. Sunken Light brown eyes with hints of yellow, olive-brown skin with a few tattoos.
Personality: Sean isn't afraid to put himself out on display, blunt and in your face when he needs to be, and he more or less knows when to keep his mouth shut, but will let his emotions get the better of him, especially if it's out of anger. Has an addictive personality, smokes and drinks constantly and has a dependency on painkillers.
History: Sean grew up with a normal life, save for his parents dying when he was two, buy claims he doesn't remember, and lived with his grandparents for the rest of his young life. Sean got mixed up with drugs towards the end of highschool, but after a tragic accident resulting in the death of his grandparents and binging on alcohol and pills from the money left for him by his late family, he cleaned up after a while but in time fell back into his old ways of abusing pills and to a lesser extent alcohol, he's bought himself a modest house with some of the inherited money and has been living of the rest, combined with selling drugs, he's amassed a small fortune which he sits on for the most part and slowly digs into upon needing a fix and splurging on something. To this day he's never held a real job. He does however hang around the high schools and colleges from time to time to sling whatever he can if the people under him aren't up to snuff.
It's a little sloppy but I intened on making some changes and I have non preferred powers, I'll leave that to you.
Age: 30
Gender: Male
Appearance:
Sean stands around six foot two. Not exactly thin but not toned either, some strange middle ground. With hair so dark brown it looks black shaved into a very close to the head mohawk. Sunken Light brown eyes with hints of yellow, olive-brown skin with a few tattoos.
Personality: Sean isn't afraid to put himself out on display, blunt and in your face when he needs to be, and he more or less knows when to keep his mouth shut, but will let his emotions get the better of him, especially if it's out of anger. Has an addictive personality, smokes and drinks constantly and has a dependency on painkillers.
History: Sean grew up with a normal life, save for his parents dying when he was two, buy claims he doesn't remember, and lived with his grandparents for the rest of his young life. Sean got mixed up with drugs towards the end of highschool, but after a tragic accident resulting in the death of his grandparents and binging on alcohol and pills from the money left for him by his late family, he cleaned up after a while but in time fell back into his old ways of abusing pills and to a lesser extent alcohol, he's bought himself a modest house with some of the inherited money and has been living of the rest, combined with selling drugs, he's amassed a small fortune which he sits on for the most part and slowly digs into upon needing a fix and splurging on something. To this day he's never held a real job. He does however hang around the high schools and colleges from time to time to sling whatever he can if the people under him aren't up to snuff.
It's a little sloppy but I intened on making some changes and I have non preferred powers, I'll leave that to you.
I most likely won't be able to get my CS up until Sunday but I'll try and get it down earlier, perhaps tomorrow or the day after.
I'm very interested in this.
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