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Charlie Crews [Life] (The prison years) ([info]solitary_zen) wrote in [info]utr_logs,
@ 2009-06-06 12:34:00

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Entry tags:charlie crews (prison years), greg house

Who: Greg and Charlie
What: Meeting
Where: Street corner in LA
When: Today
Warnings: Drugs. Possibly language. Will update.


An hour gave him plenty of time to find a couple street dealers, bully his way into a couple of quick sales. He knew where to go to get what he wanted for the price he was willing to pay. One things about the underworld of drugs and vice in Los Angeles. It didn't change year to year, or universe to universe. Charlie'd made several arrests, conducted a few investigations in the lower side of town, and he wasn't surprised to find he was something of a legend, given the media frenzy after his arrest and the sentence.

With pockets full of junk, he made his way back to the street corner where he was supposed to meet his new friend. He figured, worse case, the guy didn't show, and Charlie had all that product for himself. Even worse case, the guy was a cop and Charlie went back to prison for possession. He didn't get that feel off the guy, though, and CHarlie was pretty good at feeling people out. He'd take his chances.


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[info]drsnarkfest
2009-06-06 11:46 am UTC (link)
Greg had the realization, halfway to the portkey, that he could've just walked into some kind of trap. It was sad, really, that it took him so long to even think of the idea, but then he wasn't usually one to pick the pocket of common street thugs, for his fix. Idle hands, it seemed.

He wasn't terribly worried about it- he hadn't said anything overtly incriminating over the boards, and even if the other guy was a cop, the pills he had with him had a script on the bottle, one of the few good things to come from his work at the CDC.

He managed to get to the corner right at the one hour mark, slowed a bit by his lack of motorcycle, and inability to deal with cabbies. Still, he was on time, and could tell which guy it was, just by the way that the others on the street avoided him. Well, he never really had that good sort of sense, anyhow.

"Hey," Eloquent, but they hadn't introduced themselves, so he had to simply assume the redhead would be expecting someone.

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[info]solitary_zen
2009-06-06 11:56 am UTC (link)
"Hey," Charlie replied. He didn't offer his name, yet. There was a good chance, in Charlie's experience, that the guy would know him anyway. His trial had been national news. He didn't care, either way, and actually preferred when people didn't know who he was.

He wasn't a big talker, he'd learned to keep his mouth shut, in prison. He communicated better with actions, though he didn't think he needed to greet this guy with a sucker punch to his jaw. He'd have to suck up, and use his words, if he wanted to get anywhere with this guy.

"'S a flat rate no tell motel up around the corner," he suggested, with a subtle pat-down of his pocket. The guy had the tell tell look of a junkie, a man looking for a fix. Charlie could help him out with that.

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[info]drsnarkfest
2009-06-06 12:02 pm UTC (link)
Watching the hand at the guy's pocket warily, Greg nodded once he saw it wasn't a weapon- or at least not a very large weapon- and waved a hand to let the guy lead the way. Not talking was just fine by him- this was flirting with the line between altruism and a drug deal, and Greg wasn't sure which he would really consider worse.

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[info]solitary_zen
2009-06-06 12:52 pm UTC (link)
The no tell motel was a run down building, a row of rooms likely paid for by the hour. Housekeeping was a novelty, the rooms far from sanitary. But it was cheap, and it was private enough, despite the ratted curtains over the windows.

Charlie remembered well, a bust he and Bobby had made, in one of the rooms. He almost lost himself in the flashback, the feeling of confidence, the gun at his hip. He called himself back with a cough, and went to the front counter to secure a room for a couple of hours.

He wasn't sure what was going to happen, he wasn't even sure what he really wanted from this guy whose name he didn't know. He didn't care that he didn't know his name. Names were irrelevant. Satisfying a need was more important, even if Charlie wasn't entirely sure what that need was. Companionship, for one. Physical comfort, possibly. The drugs were simply a lure, and a false comfort zone.

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[info]drsnarkfest
2009-06-06 05:05 pm UTC (link)
Greg followed along, seemingly shameless as far as what appeared to be going on; he'd done shadier things in his lifetime, and hell, it was more interesting than the soaps he'd be watching otherwise.

He wasn't really sure what he was expecting out of the whole thing, either. It got him off his ass, out of his house. Everything past that was bonus.

Letting himself into the room ahead of Charlie- showing a surprising amount of trust, for a cripple- Greg walked in and dropped down on the edge of the bed, cane spinning in his hands, between his knees.

"So. What's this about?"

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[info]solitary_zen
2009-06-06 05:14 pm UTC (link)
Charlie wasn't concerned with the cane, or the fact the man walked with a limp. Just meant he probably couldn't run too fast. Charlie wasn't planning on running.

"You tell me, you're the one who came cross country to see me." He emptied his pockets, dropping a couple pills, some powder on the table next to the television.

Not to mention, he'd followed Charlie to a seedy hole in the wall dive motel, that really only had two purposes. Sex, and drugs. Charlie was sort of hoping for both.

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[info]drsnarkfest
2009-06-06 05:20 pm UTC (link)
"You beat out America's Next Top Model, on my list of interesting things to see tonight. Worst case scenario, I got a bit of a vacation from Chinatown, and I picked up a bit of fun on my way back. Better case scenario-" He watched Charlie empty his pockets, raising a brow appreciatively.

"That, was the better case scenario. You'd said ou were looking for some place to stay," Which was his point- but if the guy was content with no-tell motels and corner store drugs, maybe he'd misread.

Not disappointing- interesting, at least.

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[info]solitary_zen
2009-06-06 10:42 pm UTC (link)
"Yeah." Charlie gave the room a disgusted once over. "Not wanting to share my space with the cockroaches." He shivered a little. Living in an underground stone walled cell, he'd shared his living space with many bugs, over the years.

"I'm pretty well broke, now." He should have thought to rob the bitch, when her husband attacked him. Not that he'd had time, but that kind of house? They had money.

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[info]drsnarkfest
2009-06-06 10:55 pm UTC (link)
Greg leaned across the bed to reach over to the table- as small as the room was, it was easy enough for him to snag the few plastic baggies, looking them over. He tasted the powder, eyes widening for a second, before a small smirk appeared on his face.

"I've got a place in DC, paid for, that you can use. Or if you were really looking to turn this into a buddy flick, I'm shopping for a place in New York. I'm in Chinatown, right now," All he'd had the money for, at least on him when he'd paid.

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[info]solitary_zen
2009-06-06 11:37 pm UTC (link)
"New York and DC. And here you are in LA," Charlie said. he'd watched his reaction when he tasted the powder. He'd known it would be some of the best, in the area. That wasn't really saying much, but he knew it would be good stuff.

"I grew up here. Was a cop, here. But I went down, a few years ago. Some bad shit. I'm not a cop now. Just giving it to you straight." He set out to prepare a line. "Cops were the fuckers set me up, to take the fall. Definitely not one of them, now."

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[info]drsnarkfest
2009-06-07 09:49 am UTC (link)
"Hey, what can I say? Those fucked-up transport things cut down on rush hour traffic," He was assuming, of course, the guy had gotten the Wizard of Oz spiel. He was on those board things- he'd gotten here the same way, from what Cuddy had said. Those people seemed to take all this magic shit at face value.

Greg watched the guy working on setting up their lines, content to ponder over that, while he ruminated on being a former cop. A former cop who did coke, and 'went down'.

"What'd they put you away for?" It was conversational, curious at best- Greg, for once, wasn't trying to push; he didn't want to risk not getting the drugs. But if the guy was coughing up information willingly, well. Who could blame him for taking interest?

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[info]solitary_zen
2009-06-07 10:08 am UTC (link)
"Murder." Charlie didn't flinch, didn't break his concentration setting up the smack. "Tom Seabolt and his family. Those kids called me Uncle Charlie. Tom was my partner, in the bar. We owned a bar, together. He was a good man." Charlie looked up, and sighed. He didn't bother to reiterate that he hadn't killed Tom, he assumed this guy was smart enough to figure that out, or he didn't care. Charlie wasn't terribly concerned. In a few minutes, they'd likely both be too blitzed to care about that, or anything else.

"I read about that, the port keys. Crazy shit. But it really works? I bet it's trippy as fuck when you're high."

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[info]drsnarkfest
2009-06-07 10:18 am UTC (link)
Greg nodded once, just slightly- part understanding, part empathy, but knowing better than to claim either of them aloud. Instead, he pushed past it, taking the redirect about the portkeys.

"They are pretty fucked up; made me sick as hell the first time I did it. But they work. How the fuck else would I get here in an hour? 'Sides, they're free, too. No customs," Which might have implied they could take this party elsewhere, if it came to that. Hell, Greg had done crazier things than take in an ex-con. And if said ex-con was going to be a drug connection (one thing he hadn't managed to acquire, here)? He'd take it.

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[info]solitary_zen
2009-06-07 10:29 am UTC (link)
It took only s second for the no customs thing to sink in. Charlie nodded. "Yeah? Well. What the fuck are we doing in this shit hole?" He had the lines ready to snort, he wasn't looking to pack up until after that, but it was something to consider. "'Sides, shit like that's easier to swallow, when you're high. magic fucking port keys. Fuck if I ever heard of anything like that."

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[info]drsnarkfest
2009-06-07 11:24 am UTC (link)
He shrugged. "We can head out, once the lines sink in." He assumed, if they were going to be heading to his house, at least one of the lines was his. Still, he'd let Charlie go first- drug house etiquette, or something.

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[info]solitary_zen
2009-06-07 08:21 pm UTC (link)
Charlie nodded his approval. He bent over the first line, snorting it up. With an overly dramatic sigh, he leay back. He had the presence of mind to wave a hand at Greg, inviting him to help himself to the other line he'd set up.

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[info]drsnarkfest
2009-06-07 09:14 pm UTC (link)
Greg was quick to bend over the small mirror, taking the straw from Charlie and taking the line with a deep, held breath. He sighed the air out, chuckling softly as he fell back against the bed next to the redhead. On top of the vicodin? He was going to be lucky to feel anything- his leg was a thing of the past. Once the room stopped spinning, he considered going for a run. Picking up a hooker. Something.

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[info]solitary_zen
2009-06-07 11:36 pm UTC (link)
Charlie had an arm flung over his eyes. He lifted his hand, and turned his head to look at Greg. Smiling a little, he sighed and just let the drugs do their thing. He went limp, the high working to relax him fully, for the first time in a very long time.

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[info]drsnarkfest
2009-06-07 11:52 pm UTC (link)
In much the same state, Greg just rode the high for a long minute, seeing the guy was content enough to veg out. They actually didn't move, until someone came by and banged on the door, to inform them their time was up.

Greg grunted, groping at the side of the bed for his cane, so he could lever to his feet.

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[info]solitary_zen
2009-06-10 12:56 pm UTC (link)
"Whoa, there, big guy," Charlie rolled into the touch, Greg's hand finding his thigh rather than the cane. "You might want to move that hand up an inch or two..."

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[info]drsnarkfest
2009-06-10 07:29 pm UTC (link)
Greg scoffed, moving his hand away to look for his cane, finally finding it after a few more moments of groping. "Don't push your fucking luck. I'm not that high," He was pretty high- but it had been a while since he'd had a pill, and it was too early for even him to start drinking. Maybe, after getting back to New York, with a few drinks. But he wasn't some sort of smack whore.

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[info]solitary_zen
2009-06-11 10:36 am UTC (link)
"You're the one feeling me up, Ace," Charlie replied, dead pan. He was still on the high, feeling no pain, not even rejection.

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[info]drsnarkfest
2009-06-11 10:59 pm UTC (link)
With an impeccable sense of timing, Greg wrapped his hand around his cane, holding it up.

"Looking for bigger wood than that, Chief. C'mon, I'm not paying another $99 to fuck in a roach motel." He levered himself into a sitting position, shouting at the man at the door that they'd be out in a goddamn minute.

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[info]solitary_zen
2009-06-11 11:41 pm UTC (link)
"Yeah, yeah." Charlie heaved himself up and lumbered to his feet. "Yeah. 'S get the fuck outta here."

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[info]drsnarkfest
2009-06-12 12:09 am UTC (link)
Greg led the way out of the room, and down the street over to the portkey. He, of course, kept one eye behind him to make sure the redhead was keeping up, stopping when he had to, to keep him in sight.

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[info]solitary_zen
2009-06-12 12:41 am UTC (link)
Charlie stashed everything that was left over in his pockets, when he followed Greg. He gave the guy at the motel a look, as they headed out. He didn't bother with conversation, more interested in getting to the other side of the country, than small talk.

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[info]drsnarkfest
2009-06-12 01:03 am UTC (link)
Even though it wasn't a great part of town, and Greg all but had a bulls-eye on his back, with the cane, he walked with a certain 'don't fuck with me' air, that suggested he wasn't quite as simple as he looked. After a while, he led them down into an alley, paying no attention to the slightly disturbing homeless man sitting a ways away.

"That's it," he nodded to an old monster truck poster hanging haphazardly on the brick; hardly 'magical'. But Greg seemed serious.

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[info]solitary_zen
2009-06-12 03:59 pm UTC (link)
"That's it?" Charlie tilted his head to say he didn't believe it. "What is this? It's a sick fucking joke, man."

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[info]drsnarkfest
2009-06-12 06:49 pm UTC (link)
"Not too high to be a fucking skeptic," Greg grumbled, shifting on his feet. The hobo gave them a funny look, but Greg ignored him.

"Look, just touch the damn thing after I do, and think 'New York'. It'll take you there," And with that, Greg reached out to set his palm on the poster, disappearing with a rush of wind.

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[info]solitary_zen
2009-06-12 09:20 pm UTC (link)
Charlie frowned, but when Greg disappeared, he figured he had nothing left to lose, so he gave it a try. He landed moments later in New York, nauseous and light headed.

"Holy shit."

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[info]drsnarkfest
2009-06-13 04:47 pm UTC (link)
Greg was leaning against the wall next to where Charlie landed, looking a little pale, but still on his feet.

"No fucking kidding. You going to be alright? This isn't the best neighborhood to loiter in."

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[info]solitary_zen
2009-06-13 05:07 pm UTC (link)
"Do I look like I can't hold my own?" After what he'd been through, he could take on any punk ass drugged out whack job in an alley, fairly confidant he'd come out on top. "Lead on, friend. I'll follow."

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[info]drsnarkfest
2009-06-13 07:25 pm UTC (link)
"I don't want you getting the shit taken off you. C'mon." Greg adjusted the leather of his jacket around him, and headed for the mouth of the alley, taking a right and starting off towards his building.

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[info]solitary_zen
2009-06-13 09:57 pm UTC (link)
Charlie was tempted to say something more, but he bit it back. he didn't want to piss the guy off, at this point. He wanted a place to stay, that wasn't infested with bugs. He kept his mouth shut and followed Greg.

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[info]drsnarkfest
2009-06-13 10:19 pm UTC (link)
If Greg noticed the pause, he didn't say anything, just leading them down the few blocks to his building in Chinatown. It was obviously not the best part of town, but it was cheap, and paid for weekly, in case he decided to leave. Or find something better. Not to mention, it was on the first floor, so he only had to deal with the stoop, before he could lead them to the door and inside.

"It's not much, but it's cheap."

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[info]solitary_zen
2009-06-14 01:46 pm UTC (link)
"Better than the dive I took you to," Charlie muttered, following Greg inside. As long as it wasn't a 10 by 12 concrete cell, Charlie wouldn't complain. At least, at first.

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[info]drsnarkfest
2009-06-14 08:21 pm UTC (link)
Waving his arm around the room at large, a sort of invitation, Greg moved to sit in the easy chair off to the side. There was a bottle of whiskey within reach, obviously from what Greg had been doing before, along with the remote to the TV, which he turned on just for background noise; paper thin walls and discussions of drugs didn't mix.

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[info]solitary_zen
2009-06-14 08:57 pm UTC (link)
Charlie didn't waste time pretending he was concerned with social niceties. He sat on the couch, and emptied his pockets. He prepped a couple lines on his mirror, and grunted to get House's attention to offer it to him. That was about as socially aware as he was going to get, offering the smack to House, first, since they were in his place and all.

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[info]drsnarkfest
2009-06-14 09:19 pm UTC (link)
Greg smirked and took the mirror from Charlie, settling it on the arm of the chair so he could snort it cleanly. He took a second to adjust to the rush, before waving the mirror back in Charlie's direction, so he could take his own.Greg would be just fine with the silence; at least he had the drugs to go with it, this time.

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[info]solitary_zen
2009-06-14 10:33 pm UTC (link)
Charlie took his line, then fell back on the bed, blitzed out. He was breathing, so he hadn't managed to end his miserable existence. The mirror lay on his chest, reflecting the light in the room.

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