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Post by Brooklyn on Oct 5, 2011 22:29:51 GMT -5
Spot gave Blondie a quick kiss goodbye and then hurried up to the door, opening it without a sound and closing it behind him softly. He saw Max on the couch on his way to their room. "Hey," he said in a quiet tone, then noticed Max's eyes. "You...okay?"
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Post by Race on Oct 5, 2011 22:45:18 GMT -5
Max was shaking like a leaf, he'd forgotten how nervous the stuff made him, "I'm fine, just still a bit shaken...I can't sleep everytime I sleep it gets worse. So I came in here." he didn't realize how fast that came out of his mouth, he sniffed, trying to keep his attention on Spot wasn't working very well, and the more the drug hit his system the more shakey he got.
He eyed the door to their bedroom, debating on making a dive towards it and attempting sleep, but right then he couldn't if he tried, thinking straight wasn't an option, he was too strung out.
(OOC: googled symptoms of cocaine, apparently they get really fidgety and nervous, then talk really fast, and sniff alot.I fail at playing drug addicts XD and I know it probably isn't 100% accurate but I can't say I don't try.)
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Post by Brooklyn on Oct 6, 2011 21:20:05 GMT -5
Spot stared, recognizing the symptoms of the drug from Max's earlier days of using. He shook his head and walked to their room, kicking a pair of shoes out of his way as he did so.
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Post by Race on Oct 6, 2011 22:37:35 GMT -5
A few weeks past and Max's addiction had went straight to a relapse, he'd gotten in trouble with Vernon several times for being too shakey to pay attention in class, his crashes from the high's leaving him less agreeable and getting into arguments with everyone. And if he didn't get a hit then and there he got more jittery, he was also drinking alot more, he avoided Helena's old neighborhood like the plague, the funeral had yet to be due to the autopsy performed, and wanted posters put up everywhere for Kiyoni. Seeing those only made him angrier. He was particularly bad off today, he'd hidden from the others in an empty lab, trying to resist the urge to run out to the hiding place he'd put his drugs in his locker and taking another hit, he hadn't slept in a week, dark circles had started forming under his eyes and he'd been dropping pounds like mad. He tensed everytime a shadow passed the window, not wanting to deal with anyone, especially Spot. He'd been avoiding Spot every chance he got, slightly guilty that he'd relapsed, but at the same time the addict in him didn't care. (-falls over,dies- I FAIL at addicts. I skipped ahead two weeks in order for confrontation, since Brooklyn is itching for it XD plus to get Max more high than he already was  MORE FAIL ADDICT FROM MEH!) |
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Post by Brooklyn on Oct 6, 2011 22:54:15 GMT -5
Spot hadn't seen Max all day and that was never a good sign, especially recently since he'd been trying to hide the fact that he was using again. He was supposed to be in gym class, but he didn't really care. No one took that class seriously except for the sports junkies anyway. As he passed by one of the labs deep in thought, he almost didn't notice Max in there. Taking a deep, agitated breath, he opened the door and stepped in. Not even bothering with a 'hi' or a 'how ya doin'?', he looked his brother straight in the eye and spoke. He was through playing games, especially after the kind of day he'd had. "Max, why are ya doin' this to yaself?"
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Post by Race on Oct 6, 2011 23:07:36 GMT -5
Max turned his eyes from his brother, not answering, he stared at his hands, trying to make them stop shaking, but they wouldn't. Part of him knew why, he wanted to forget her, thinking of he erased the memories from his mind, and didn't dwell on it, and the depression of the idea that if he'd gotten there sooner didn't help either.
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Post by Brooklyn on Oct 6, 2011 23:16:08 GMT -5
"You think it's gonna bring her back? Or do ya just wanna turn ya brain ta mush so ya don't hafta deal wit it? A' course, it makes poifect sense for you ta sit here an' kill yaself instead of da bastard that did it when he is still out dere, probly thinkin' of some way ta strike again!" Spot was getting angrier by the minute. He wanted Max to snap out of it, but he didn't know how and it was driving him crazy.
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Post by Race on Oct 6, 2011 23:39:45 GMT -5
Max god angry, he glared at him, when he brought up Kiyoni still being out there he came up off the floor, "YA DON'T THINK I KNOW THAT!" he yelled, his hands were shaking rapidly, he didn't know if it was the drugs, his anger, or a mixture of both, he just knew it was taking him all his willpower not to jump Spot, he knew he wasn't in any sort of shape to fight, but if he had to he would.
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Post by Brooklyn on Oct 6, 2011 23:47:18 GMT -5
"So now dat ya feelin' somethin' ya just gonna go cover it up with damn drugs again until ya can't feel nothin' at all?! Da feahless Max Conlon, relyin' on drugs ta make life easier?!" Spot said, not caring if it caused a fight, he had to get through to Max somehow.
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Post by Race on Oct 6, 2011 23:54:04 GMT -5
Max's nostrils flared and he punched Spot in the nose before he could stop himself, grabbing him by the shirt and slamming him into the counter behind him, sending beakers and test tubes flying, "YOU DIDN'T SEE HER LYING THERE! YOU CAN'T JUST WIPE YA DEAD GOILFRIENDS LIFELESS EYES FROM YA MEMORY LIKE IT DIDN'T HAPPEN!" he pulled Spot up off the counter and slammed him into the cabinets, his arms ached from exerting so much energy in the force it took to keep Spot pinned down, cold sweat poured down his temples, his arms shaking violently from being used for something other than small actions.
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Post by Brooklyn on Oct 7, 2011 0:01:28 GMT -5
Spot shoved Max off into a table covered in glass lab equipment, all of it falling and crashing on the floor. "DRUGS AREN'T GONNA JUST MAKE DA IMAGE GO AWAY!" he yelled back, punching Max underneath one of his dark-circled eyes.
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Post by Race on Oct 7, 2011 0:09:21 GMT -5
"WELL IT HELPS ME! I DON' -AGH!" he pushed Spot off and into the floor after he hit him, feeling the already tender tissue start swelling into a black eye. They fell taking out one of the gas valves as they went down, more beakers and other equipment slid off into the floor on top of them as gas sprayed itself across the room in a white torrent. Max managed to get another punch in across Spot's cheek.
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Post by Brooklyn on Oct 7, 2011 0:18:08 GMT -5
Spot busted Max's lip, dodging shards of glass and the steady stream of gas filling the room with a terrible smell.
The teacher in the room next to the lab heard the noise and smelled the gas and ran out of class and into the room to see what was going on. A crowd was gathering outside of the door because no one dared step into the room. The teacher saw what was going on and ran back to his room, pushing the emergency button to call Vernon. The rest of the teachers tried to gather and evacuate the building, no one daring enough to try and break up the two Conlon brothers. Everyone knew not to mess with Max and Spot and if it came to both of them at once... well, you had better keep your distance.
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Post by Race on Oct 7, 2011 0:27:44 GMT -5
Race had been in the class next door and peered in around the teacher, "Caro Me!" he said, slapping himself in the forehead and running off to find Blink and the others to tell them what was going on.
Vernon was the only one who would attempt to break the Conlon's up, "ALRIGHT ALRIGHT! YOU TWO BREAK IT UP!" he roared, he stuck himself between them, dodging a punch from Max, and another from Spot, "MR. CONLON CHRIST! I MEANT THE OLDER ONE! SHUDDUP!" he yelled, shoving Max across the room and Spot across another one as someone came in to fix the valve, Vernon grabbed the two Conlon's by the shirt, shoving them out into the hallway out of the gas infested room.
Max coughed as the semi-fresh air rushed his lungs, then he rammed himself into Spot again, throwing a punch at his eye, his fist making contact.
"I SAID ENOUGH!" Vernon yelled, another teacher pulled Max off, Vernon paused staring at Spot as if daring him to start up again, he looked at Max, "God you look like hell..." he said, noting Max's blood shot eyes and his lip bleeding, and the bruise that was still darkening under his eye. "To...my..to my temprary office! RIGHT NOW!" he led the way to the coach's office in the gym, taking two of the bigger teachers with him for back-up.
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Post by Brooklyn on Oct 7, 2011 0:35:32 GMT -5
Spot's nose was bleeding heavily from the first punch Max threw and he could feel his cheek and eye bruising. He glared at anyone he made eye contact with, especially Vernon for trying to get him arrested, though he did feel better for unleashing his anger through the fight. Anger still surged through him for not being able to get through to Max, but he refused to look at his older brother, or at least what was left of him after the drugs had taken their course for two weeks.
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MORE FAIL ADDICT FROM MEH!)