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Post by BIRDY ANDELA MOUNTON on Nov 8, 2012 18:59:22 GMT -5
Birdy put her hands up in surrender but the realizing he could not see her said "I don't think so. I am not doing no math if it includes all that." She shrugged and said "I may have been here long enough, but not like I keep up with time. Half the time I have to ask the guards what time of day it is." She chuckled a little and then said "So.." Again the little hallway fell into a wired awkward silence when she stopped talking. Finally she sighed and let her body lean on Landon's cell door. She wondered how they ended up with a conversation like this. It was interesting just because he wanted a cloth so her could get himself high. Now she could careless about her generosity, but it still surprised her. She groaned as her butt started to hurt as she sat on the cold floor. Instead she turned onto her stomach and swung her legs up into the air. Swinging them around as if she was on her brothers bed chatting away to him while he sat at his computer desk. The small little memory pained her a little but she let it go away like the rest of her memories. [/size] |
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Post by Landon Drake Patterson on Nov 12, 2012 22:13:13 GMT -5
Landon wasn't sure what he could say anymore. Both of them have shared enough about them to understand each other so what was there else to walk about? Landon glanced at the hidden pocket of the wall, his normality coming back. Damn. The cleaner stuff wasn't working all that well. "This cleaner stuff is a piece of shit." He mumbled. Landon staggered to his feet and brought the bottle and cloth with him, sitting back against the door and toying with the spray bottle until he was able to get a firm grip on the handle. Than he sprayed the cloth a lot more than he did before. After that he took another sniff, much longer and with a lot more effort. Maybe this would do him better. He grew a lot more relaxed than his last attempt to get high, but the effect it had on him wasn't by different, and for sure didn't compare to the other amazing pleasures he's gotten from other drugs he's experimented with. "Are you sure you don't want to try?" He offered, dangling the cloth in the air before letting his float back onto his lap. "You're sad. It will help, promise." If she did take up the second offer, her experience would be different from his for sure. At his point of view she's never truly been high, so a simple cleaner fun would be so much more thrilling than his attempt just fifteen minutes ago.
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