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Post by elizabeth on Nov 2, 2012 17:08:37 GMT -5
The sweat poured from her forehead as Elizabeth rolled around in the cot, moaning in agony. Occasionally she screamed, irritated and angry that she was locked away in there. She knew what was happening as she’d been through it a couple of times before when Jackson, her ex-husband, the bastard, had practically begged her to get clean. There was nothing that would stop the nausea and soon she got up, running to the toilet to vomit.
It wasn’t pretty. The worst part? She'd only been in there for a couple of hours. She had the rest of her life to look forward to in this place.
Elizabeth practically crawled to the bars, latching onto them in an attempt to pull herself up. Sticking her face through them she called out to anyone who might listen and be able to help her. At this point in time she’d have taken anything.
When someone passed by her cell, she tried to reach out for them. “Hey,” she said weakly. “Hey, help me out. I’ll take anything.” She didn’t want to actually say what she needed, but the desperate look in her eyes and tone of her voice was probably enough to convey the message that she was dependent on some sort of narcotics.
Immediately after she’d asked she started feeling sick again. Elizabeth covered her mouth as she ran back to the toilet in the corner of her cell.
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Post by Temperance C. Baron on Nov 11, 2012 23:10:37 GMT -5
Temperance, who had been late for lights out because she had been held up in the infirmary [where, by the way, she did not want to be, but the guards had forced her to go even though she was perfectly fine], was being escorted down the side of the cells in her new home, Cell Block C when a hand suddenly reaches out to her. Being the oh-so-helpful [notice the sarcasum?] woman she is, she immediately stops and turns towards the other girl. She watches as she rushes back to the toilet to vomit. Rolling her big onyx eyes, Temperance says harshly, yet with an almost cheery vibe, "C'mon girlie, get back up. You'll be fine. Just breathe normally and it will pass. Eventually." She scoffs and goes to her knees in front of her cell door and smiles softly.
The guards stare down at her before one says, "Temperance, get back up and keep moving!"
Temperance's dark eyes slide up to meet the guard's, and she gives off almost a growl, "You can wait a second!"
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Post by elizabeth on Nov 12, 2012 16:26:12 GMT -5
Wiping her mouth with the back of her hand, Elizabeth remained hunched over the toilet. Barely lifting her head, she moved her eyes to take a look at the girl who’d stopped at her cell. She watched as the guard tried to press them on and the girl rivaled their authority. It would have been somewhat amusing if she hadn’t felt like complete and utter crap.
“Do you even know what I’m going through?” Elizabeth snapped in annoyance though in her current state it didn’t come out as forceful as she would have liked for it to. In fact it came out rather weak. With another groan she leaned her head back against the wall. What a time to be going through withdrawal. This was a time she was supposed to be showing her dominance! To prove that she wasn’t someone to be messed with if only for the fact that meant no one would mess with her. Instead she was rolling around in the floor of her cell sick as a dog.
Running her fingers through her hair, Elizabeth took in a couple of deep breaths as she tried to compose herself. “What’s your deal?” she asked the girl, not bothering to look at her. Instead her eyes were focused on a spot on the floor beside her. “You got that guard shaking in his boots.”
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Post by Temperance C. Baron on Nov 12, 2012 17:24:12 GMT -5
Temperance glances at the guard and shrugs, "Maybe someone has been spreading rumors about me again." Her tone is carefree, and she obviously didn't give a damn about neither the guards nor Elizabeth's weakened state. Temperance would not use it against her, for everyone had these times. She has a strange glint in her eyes, this woman, and to a normal person it could very well be called insanity. She has seen things far worse than anyone could ever imagine, has been through horrid things.
Maybe that is why she has such a high pain tolerance.
With a dangerous aura radiating off of her, Temperance scoffs one again and says to the other woman, "No, I do not know what you are going through, but I have had plenty of druggie friends suffering withdrawl."
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Post by elizabeth on Nov 12, 2012 18:29:04 GMT -5
As soon as Temperance had mentioned drugs, Elizabeth gave a couple of pained sobs. Couldn’t they cut a girl some slack? Of course not. There would be no sympathy from her and she couldn’t say that she blamed them. Not that she regretted her actions. Elizabeth still wasn’t quite sure what to think about what she’d done. It was something she’d done in the spur of the moment, but it seemed like the right thing to do at the time. Maybe not so much now…
Another wave of nausea fell over her and she heaved in the toilet. Her body ached and shook slightly as she fell back. Her moved towards the girl in front of her cell. The woman’s attitude certainly didn’t go unnoticed by her, but instead of being afraid of her she simply cocked an eyebrow. “I can’t tell if you’re trying to be helpful or intimidating,” she finally admittedly tiredly with a sigh. Waving her hand nonchalantly, she added, “But if you don’t have anything you can give me to take the edge off then go on already.”
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