Post by tylerderekackart on Feb 20, 2010 13:45:01 GMT -5
As the clock had finally struck eight and the professor had adjourned the class period, Tyler let out a great sigh of relief; finally was he able to leave! He removed his lab coat and goggles a little haphazardly as he hobbled across the room, struggling to remove all the articles as quickly as possible, placing them neatly into their proper compartments. He then rushed from the lab tables to the desks across the room, locating his personal belongings, shoving his scrawny arms into his jacket and carelessly slinging the black book-bag over his shoulders. "Going somewhere?" his professor inquired, raising an eyebrow and crossing his arms as he examined the student's odd behavior.
"Yes, I'm running late for a hot date." Tyler threw back sarcastically at the older man, bolting toward the door. "Well don't keep that pretty lady waiting." the professor finished absently, shaking his head from side-to-side as he watched Tyler's slight frame disappear down the hallway.
"Jesus fucking Christ, fucking lab periods..."[/color] Tyler mumbled under his breath, disgruntled about the huge time investment he had just made in his Chemistry class. It wasn't that he disliked the subject, if anything it was among his favorites, it was just that going nearly three hours without a cigarette or a bump of coke was deemed intolerable. Quickly the young man had shuffled down the stairwell, practically throwing himself out the door as he could finally light up a cigarette now. He fumbled a bit with the pack, his hands shaking as he opened its top and slipped a slim cigarette out, popping it between his lips and instantly bringing the small flame of his lighter to its end. He inhaled deeply, the smoke beginning to fill his lungs as the cherry moved up the shaft of the lit Marlboro, a cloud of relief filling the teen from the inside out. This had become so routine now, smoking the moment he exited any campus building, however he couldn't stand around and relax outside of the building now for he had business at the library. Thus, he puffed on his cigarette as he walked, and thankfully the walk to the library was a rather quick one.
By the time Tyler had reached the giant book emporium which was the UCLA library, his cigarette had been finished and he flicked its useless butt toward the barren cement below him. He then began to rush up the steps, finally reaching its large, stone archway and heading inside, swiping his student i.d. before entering the lobby of the library and heading up the adjacent stairwell. After a few flights he had reached the top floor, the always abandoned 'References' section which had become almost entirely antiquated by the internet age. Tyler didn't really mind the company of Farmer's Almanacs and the thirty volumes of Britannica, he almost felt kind providing these now useless artifacts with his presence. He grinned taking a seat at a desk in the back of the large open room, a desk which was old and wobbly, its worn wooden surface decorated with the whimsical inkings of countless students over the past thirty years. What he enjoyed most about it was the large wooden panel attached to the edge of the desk, providing the necessary privacy for the teen to 'study'.
Very carefully Tyler fished a small vial from a compartment of his backpack, placing it neatly onto the desk as he also retrieved his credit card and trusty straw. He then dexterously unscrewed the vial's top, pouring the white powder onto the table until he made what looked like a tiny anthill; now this was the exciting part. Tyler took his credit card and drew two long lines, stretching across the desk like snow tracks, a smile on his face so big that he could've been an eight year-old boy on Christmas morning. He then inserted his straw straw carefully and began on his first line, inhaling the powder like his life depended on it, sucking it up like a vacuum. Then there was the after-burn, then there was a drip, but then there was a rush, just to remind the teen why he did this in the first place. The second line went just as quickly as the first, and before Tyler knew it he was rubbing his nose and screwing the cap back onto the vial, returning all of his trappings to their proper location.
"Oh God, did I need that."[/color] he stated contently to the empty room, getting up and outstretching his lanky arms. "Now, to get some work done!"[/color] he exclaimed, pulling a textbook, a calculator and his lab notebook from his book-bag as he began to make calculations, eagerly filling a table of information on a piece of lined paper titled "How to Determine Vapor Pressure and Molecular Weight".
"Yes, I'm running late for a hot date." Tyler threw back sarcastically at the older man, bolting toward the door. "Well don't keep that pretty lady waiting." the professor finished absently, shaking his head from side-to-side as he watched Tyler's slight frame disappear down the hallway.
"Jesus fucking Christ, fucking lab periods..."[/color] Tyler mumbled under his breath, disgruntled about the huge time investment he had just made in his Chemistry class. It wasn't that he disliked the subject, if anything it was among his favorites, it was just that going nearly three hours without a cigarette or a bump of coke was deemed intolerable. Quickly the young man had shuffled down the stairwell, practically throwing himself out the door as he could finally light up a cigarette now. He fumbled a bit with the pack, his hands shaking as he opened its top and slipped a slim cigarette out, popping it between his lips and instantly bringing the small flame of his lighter to its end. He inhaled deeply, the smoke beginning to fill his lungs as the cherry moved up the shaft of the lit Marlboro, a cloud of relief filling the teen from the inside out. This had become so routine now, smoking the moment he exited any campus building, however he couldn't stand around and relax outside of the building now for he had business at the library. Thus, he puffed on his cigarette as he walked, and thankfully the walk to the library was a rather quick one.
By the time Tyler had reached the giant book emporium which was the UCLA library, his cigarette had been finished and he flicked its useless butt toward the barren cement below him. He then began to rush up the steps, finally reaching its large, stone archway and heading inside, swiping his student i.d. before entering the lobby of the library and heading up the adjacent stairwell. After a few flights he had reached the top floor, the always abandoned 'References' section which had become almost entirely antiquated by the internet age. Tyler didn't really mind the company of Farmer's Almanacs and the thirty volumes of Britannica, he almost felt kind providing these now useless artifacts with his presence. He grinned taking a seat at a desk in the back of the large open room, a desk which was old and wobbly, its worn wooden surface decorated with the whimsical inkings of countless students over the past thirty years. What he enjoyed most about it was the large wooden panel attached to the edge of the desk, providing the necessary privacy for the teen to 'study'.
Very carefully Tyler fished a small vial from a compartment of his backpack, placing it neatly onto the desk as he also retrieved his credit card and trusty straw. He then dexterously unscrewed the vial's top, pouring the white powder onto the table until he made what looked like a tiny anthill; now this was the exciting part. Tyler took his credit card and drew two long lines, stretching across the desk like snow tracks, a smile on his face so big that he could've been an eight year-old boy on Christmas morning. He then inserted his straw straw carefully and began on his first line, inhaling the powder like his life depended on it, sucking it up like a vacuum. Then there was the after-burn, then there was a drip, but then there was a rush, just to remind the teen why he did this in the first place. The second line went just as quickly as the first, and before Tyler knew it he was rubbing his nose and screwing the cap back onto the vial, returning all of his trappings to their proper location.
"Oh God, did I need that."[/color] he stated contently to the empty room, getting up and outstretching his lanky arms. "Now, to get some work done!"[/color] he exclaimed, pulling a textbook, a calculator and his lab notebook from his book-bag as he began to make calculations, eagerly filling a table of information on a piece of lined paper titled "How to Determine Vapor Pressure and Molecular Weight".