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

Started May 24, 2018 by @_sleeby_rat_

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“No,” Vaughn said in a stern tone. “Up,now.” This was getting a tad ridiculous. Hw could not have Kaz all over him like that. There were so much more pressing matters to deal with than him.

Jules buried her face into her new pillow, it smelled stale. Ugh, why did they have to move me. This place seems like it's void of human life. If not for the promise of a roommate or the person she say hanging out the window, she would have believed that it was void of human life.

(Like his sexuality….)

(Lmaooo honestly though, young Vaughn was vv confused about that stuff)

Kaz rolled off of Vaughn, pouting as he did so. "Meanie," he grumbled, not bothering to get up yet. His back was starting to hurt again and laying down helped it hurt less

Vaughn got up once Kaz was off of him, rubbing at the back of his head. “I already told you I don’t like people touching me,” he muttered. He stretched his arms out, feeling a pop in his shoulder. He stepped aside and sat on the edge of his bed, adjusting his tshirt.

"Sorry," Kaz muttered quietly, his fading high causing him to remember what Vaughn had told him earlier. He climbed onto his bed, flopping back on top of it and staring at the ceiling

Vaughn stayed sitting on the edge of his bed in silence. What was going on with him? He couldn’t keep his feelings or thoughts in order. It wasn’t his medication, no, that never messed him up this bad. Had to be something new. What was different, though? His eyes shifted up to look at Kaz, eyes narrowed. Him.

Kaz felt eyes on his back and he turned further away from Vaughn. Shit. Well. No way in hell Vaughn was going to like him now. He grabbed for his pillow, hugging it to his chest again as he stared out the window

Vaughn gave a slow, heavy exhale before looking away from Kaz. It didn’t matter. He knew he wouldn’t get close to him. Correction, he couldn’t get close to him. To anyone. It just caused stressful problems that could trigger a panic attack. And it would be just his luck if he didn’t have his medication on him. One of these times he wouldn’t be able to take in air, and it would be the death of him. He took in a shuddering breath and shifted to lay down.

Kaz began to drift off again, intrusive thoughts haunting his mind. Had he accidentally made Vaughn uncomfortable? Was Vaughn going to hurt him. God he was tired, but he was scared to sleep. Why had he laid on his roommate?

Jules got up and peeked out into the hallway, there were no guards. That's strange, they had at least 5 a hallway, plus special security, at the last place. She stepped into the hallway, tentatively at first then slowly picking up the pace. It wasn't a very fast pace but she felt a new feeling, freedom. She stopped in front of a door and listened carefully. She had done the math and figured this was the window she had seen someone leaning out of. She lifted her hand to knock. She paused, weighing her options. What if they don't like me? What if I get hurt? What if-. She cut herself off. Just do it.

Vaughn rolled onto his stomach, legs stretched out. He hugged a pillow to his chest, resting his head on another one. His head was turned to look at the cracked window. Why did he feel so.. sad all of a sudden?

Kaz heard Vaughn roll towards the window, and had to suppress the urge to curl up into a ball. Why had he picked the bed next to the window of all places? Was Vaughn staring at him? He muffled a groan of frustration in his pillow. Why was life so difficult?

Vaughn’s hand reached up to brush his hair from his eyes as he blinked a few times. If he was going to sleep, then he was going to take his medications. He sat up in bed, and leaned over to dig through his backpack. He took out a fresh syringe and not one, but two, vials of liquid. There was the clear sedative, but another filled with blue liquid. He stuck the needle into the clear liquid, getting a bit inside and sticking that into his neck first. Then came the new blue liquid. There was red tape wrapped around it, saying something about how it can be lethal in high dosages. He got a bit into the syringe, a little less than halfway, and stuck the needle into the side of his neck. He shuddered slightly at the feeling he got from it. The blue stuff worked so much faster.

Kaz rolled to look at Vaughn at the sound of him getting up. He squinted at the needles. "All your meds injections?" he asked. His were mostly pills, and he hated to think of having to use needles all the time

Jules took a deep breath and knocked tentatively.

“They used to be pills, but the doctors decided I need something stronger,” Vaughn mumbled, stuffing the things back into his backpack. He was already feeling lightheaded.

"Gotta suck, stabbing yourself with a needle every night," Kaz muttered, trying to make some sort of light conversation while Vaughn was getting high. He may be terrified of him as well as…something he didn't know how to place, but he was a talker. And he felt like he would go crazy if he didn't have anyone to talk to

They must be asleep. Jules walked quietly and quickly away and back into her room. She shut the door quietly and sat down on the floor. She quickly drifted off to sleep.
(I gtg, prob won't be back till tomorrow morning :/ Byee. Also..may I suggest a time skip? Just like the next day, whenever we get everyone back or whatever. Okie, byee)

“It’s not bad, you get used to it,” Vaughn mumbled. He had been taking various medications since he was a kid. It was just a part of his daily life. It was as normal to him as brushing his teeth or eating food. Just a simple routine.

"Yeah, but aren't needles, y'know," Kaz started, making vague gestures in the air with his hands. "Scary?" he said, having difficulty finding words

//oh I’ve been around