Who: dizzyp & prismane Where: Jacob's Room When: Sunday 4|20|08 Afternoon/Evening What: The Usual Status: In Progress
Day two and Dizzy was still soaring high. The China White she'd purchased hadn't been entirely pure, she'd received a score with a cocaine mixture better known as a Speedball, per her request. The mixture of an upper and downer made her highs and lows weave in and out something like teenage mood-swings. The prospect of going all the way to his room when he'd asked seemed like a big journey to take. It was difficult to even think of getting up from her chair let alone walking and moving and talking. Luckily the chemicals swimming through her veins had begun to pick up as she forced herself up to her feet. Pulling on her black boots, she wouldn't bother lacing them up and she was sure to pull on a zip-up hoodie over her beater, if only to ensure that no one in the halls would notice the little bruise forming on her arm after two spikes in the vein.
The walk down the hall soon turned into a job, her heart pounding inside of her chest. She could run a 5K marathon and almost felt the urge to just keep going. But the promise of time with her best friend slowed her to a stop at his door. Fingers curled and rapidly knocked against the wood. Without waiting, the pushed the door to his dorm room open and slipped in. Atleast she'd announced her presence. It wasn't like she had to worry about Lyle and intruding on his space or Jacob being possible naked - because she'd already seen that. "Hey." Notorious Cheshire cat grin spread across her lips as the door was swung to a lose and she made her way to his bed, plopping down.
"What's on the agenda today? We should do something. Anything. What'd you do with Red again?" By Red, she meant Raquel. Her questions were coming without the usual pause in hopes of an answer, mouth blurting out thoughts as her brain conjured them up. "We can still marshmallows later, since it's not like your having sex anytime soon." Smile lingered as she teased him, leaning back on her hands. Though less than a minute later she was leaning forward, her hands on the edge of the bed and her boots pressing against the floor as she bounced herself a bit on the mattress, impatiently waiting for his word.