Post by tylerderekackart on Feb 19, 2010 23:42:59 GMT -5
The door was locked, the blinds were down and all was silent except for the quiet scraping of a credit card's edge against a cool, flat mirror. Tyler squirmed slightly, excited as he drew four equidistant lines of the odorless powder, all of them identical in length and girth. He picked up the card, admiring his work as he brought the rectangle of plastic to his tongue, hungrily licking whatever residue may be left on its bottom. He then placed the credit card gingerly on top of his night table, afterward fishing a small straw from his front-pocket and inserting it carefully into his right nostril. Tyler then bent forward, lowering his head just above the start of his first line before closing his left nostril with an index finger, inhaling deeply through the straw as he began to ingest the cocaine, feeling a sting in his nostril before his face went numb, euphoria beginning to flood his senses.
The unpleasant dripping down the back of his throat and the burning sensations no longer mattered as he lowered his head back down to eat his second line, the blow giving him a head-rush so powerful that the physical discomforts were minimized in comparison to the sudden shock of chemical happiness. Tyler grinned inwardly, tilting his head back and snorting the air of the room to be sure that all of the substance had been ingested. He would never let something so delicious and expensive go to waste. Finally feeling awake, he decided to set aside his last two lines, opening the top drawer of the nightstand and carefully placing the mirror, straw, and credit card back inside, knowing that he would be itching for more in less than twenty minutes.
Once all of his trappings had been put away neatly, Tyler rose from his seated position on the bed and waltzed toward the door, unlocking it so that if his room mate were to suddenly return, nothing would seem suspicious. He then walked to the single window of the dorm room, lifting the blinds before he grabbed onto the ledge and opened it, the cool February air seeping into the room and smacking him in the face. The boy then picked a lone cigarette from his half-emptied pack, lodging it carelessly between his chapped lips before striking a match and lighting it, sucking at the rolled tobacco mindlessly while the smoke began to fill his lungs. He then craned his neck out the mostly opened window, exhaling a large plume of smoke over the students blindly milling about the campus below him. It was early, approximately 10:30 am, and luckily Tyler didn't have class for the next few hours so perhaps he could get some work done, either something academic or business-related. Now that he was up and tweaking, he had to be doing something.
I'd rather make a shorter, quality post than write endless dribble just to meet a word count. If I had more to write, I'd write it, which you can obviously see I am capable of doing in the other topic I posted. Anyway, I'm out. Enjoy the banality of your inactive roleplay, type-A characters and idiotic plot.
The unpleasant dripping down the back of his throat and the burning sensations no longer mattered as he lowered his head back down to eat his second line, the blow giving him a head-rush so powerful that the physical discomforts were minimized in comparison to the sudden shock of chemical happiness. Tyler grinned inwardly, tilting his head back and snorting the air of the room to be sure that all of the substance had been ingested. He would never let something so delicious and expensive go to waste. Finally feeling awake, he decided to set aside his last two lines, opening the top drawer of the nightstand and carefully placing the mirror, straw, and credit card back inside, knowing that he would be itching for more in less than twenty minutes.
Once all of his trappings had been put away neatly, Tyler rose from his seated position on the bed and waltzed toward the door, unlocking it so that if his room mate were to suddenly return, nothing would seem suspicious. He then walked to the single window of the dorm room, lifting the blinds before he grabbed onto the ledge and opened it, the cool February air seeping into the room and smacking him in the face. The boy then picked a lone cigarette from his half-emptied pack, lodging it carelessly between his chapped lips before striking a match and lighting it, sucking at the rolled tobacco mindlessly while the smoke began to fill his lungs. He then craned his neck out the mostly opened window, exhaling a large plume of smoke over the students blindly milling about the campus below him. It was early, approximately 10:30 am, and luckily Tyler didn't have class for the next few hours so perhaps he could get some work done, either something academic or business-related. Now that he was up and tweaking, he had to be doing something.
I'd rather make a shorter, quality post than write endless dribble just to meet a word count. If I had more to write, I'd write it, which you can obviously see I am capable of doing in the other topic I posted. Anyway, I'm out. Enjoy the banality of your inactive roleplay, type-A characters and idiotic plot.
