forum The Drug (Asylum/Lab RP) [closed]

Started May 24, 2018 by @_sleeby_rat_

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//three lmao, I gtg, bye guys

Kaz rolled over, reaching into the bag for the syringe and sitting up. He made another small noise, wincing at the pain starting to return to his body. He fumbled with the syringe for a moment before tossing it gently to the other bed. He tossed the bottle after it, the pills rattling loudly in the near silent room

(Ahhh sorry I’m here for a bit)

Vaughn didn’t bother trying to catch the syringe, because he would most likely get stabbed in the goddamn hand, so he let that fall onto the sheets by him. He did catch the pill bottle, setting it aside. He took out one of the vials of sedatives, filling the syringe about half way with the clear liquid. He wouldn’t hand over the vial to Kaz. Kaz might not want to give it back. After filling it, he tossed the syringe back over to Kaz, picking up the pill bottle and reading the label.

Kaz, being the half-high dumbass he was, actually tried to catch the syringe. He thankfully missed, narrowly avoiding getting shanked in the hand. He reached up, feeling for the artery in his neck before injecting himself with more of the liquid. He sighed, setting the syringe in his bag and flopping back against the sheets as the drugs entered his system

“No more for the day after that. You take too much at a time and it’s gong to stop your goddamn heart,” Vaughn said, stuffing the pill bottle into his backpack for safe keeping.

"If this stuff stops my heart I would call it a win-win situation," he muttered, rolling to hug the pillow to his chest again. He felt like he was floating in a cloud of near euphoria, and it was pretty obvious in the way his eyes were half lidded and how sluggishly he was moving

Vaughn raised a hand to flip Kaz off before dropping it back onto his chest as he stared up at the star covered ceiling. It was decently painted, slightly calming, almost. He wud have enjoyed this as a little kid.

Kaz huffed, rolling his eyes as he hugged the pillow closer. He felt higher than a plane at the moment, and the stars seemed to be swimming. He smiled faintly. They reminded him of uncle Cas's friend who used stars to talk and used to act stories out in constellations when he was younger. When he still lived in Germany, and his mom was still alive. The train of thought saddened him a little, and he looked away from the ceiling

The woman led Jules down the hallway, she took this time to look around because she hadn't gotten a very good look the frst time around and had been holed up in her room the rest of the time. "So why are we changing rooms? These ones seem fine." Jules asked. "Oh, well you have been chosen for a test, of sorts. Oh and I'll be needing to do this." The woman pulled out a pair of handcuffs and gave Jules a look daring her to restrain. "It's fine," Jules said in a calm tone," I'm not gonna swing at you." Jules turned around and put her arms behind her back. The woman obviously surprised, called one of the guards over, just in case, one of the male guards. He grabbed Jules' shoulder with the intent to keep her still. Jules immediately freaked out. Thrashing and screaming she kicked and punched and scratched. She flung her arm accidentally hitting the woman, Jules froze.

"I'm sorry." She whispered. She let them handcuff her and got into the van. she looked into the car mirror as she was getting in and was happy to find that none of her makeup had been too messed up, she still had to keep up an appearance.

She fell asleep as soon as she got into the van. Her dreams were filled with screaming and smoke and him. She woke up suddenly, a cold sweat coating the back of her neck. She traced her fingers up and down her tattoo, it was a nervous/uncomfortable gesture she made often. She checked under her eyes for makeup, nothing. Guess I didn't cry this time she thought, faking enthusiasm, intentionally lying to herself. It was easier to fake it if you believed what you were faking was true. No matter what they said, I didn't start that fire, I didn't kill him. The van stopped.
(sorry for the triple post, I wanted to get the transport out of the way, so I could, well, get it over with lol)

Vaughn sat up. He felt restless, unsafe in that room. It was driving him crazy. He got up, pacing for a moment before going back over to the window. Opening it again, he leaned out, holding onto the frame so he wouldn’t fall. The cool, fresh air soothed his nerves.

Kaz shuddered a little at the cold air he was hit by when Vaughn opened the window. Wasn't it almost night time? Did Vaughn not go to sleep like a normal human being? "Vaughn, close the window," he groaned, sounding almost childish as he curled around the pillow. "Just take some of the clear stuff and stop pacing."

They pulled her out of the van, into her new world, her second new world in the past two weeks. Jules inspected the damage she had caused. The security guy had long scratches down his face. Jules looked at her nails and found blood, she quickly wiped it off.

Vaughn simply ignored Kaz as he continued to lean out the window. He let his eyes shut as he breathed slowly, concentrating only on his breaths. The cold air felt good against his face. He considered jumping out. The ground would be so much cooler than the stuffy bedroom.

Smoke filled Jules' lungs and she screamed. She crumpled onto the ground. Pulling herself into the fetal position she continued to scream loudly. Batting at invisible flames she continued to scream, only pausing briefly to take in short breaths.