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Post by Jonathan Markel on Mar 12, 2008 19:58:26 GMT -5
Jon stumbled back into his room, his body still raked with sweat, even after a shower back in the locker room. He was so tired. The hockey coach had pushed them hard today and as the captain he had pushed himself hard. Even after winning the captainship, he felt like he still had to prove he had earned it. After all, he had only just moved to New York about two weeks ago.
He tossed his hockey bag and stick over into a corner stumbling to his bed. Jon prayed Chad wouldn't mind too much. He would clean it up. Later. Right now his entire body felt like it couldn't even hold himself upright for much longer.
Jon sank into his bed, allowing a moan to escape from his mouth as he did so. He let his body melt into the bed. It just felt so good to sink into the soft down comforter.
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Post by Chad Orisphantes on Mar 13, 2008 8:38:18 GMT -5
Chad entered the room quietly as always. He was immaculately clean, not a hair out of place on his head. The first thing he noticed was the hockey bag tossed into the corner. He shook his head, knowing that Jon, who was normally a cleaner person that Chad was, would feel bad about leaving it there. Chad shrugged before turning to the rest of the room, he figured Jon would be out somewhere, he must have been in a hurry if he didn't take care of his stuff.
A moan came from Jon's bed and jumped Chad a little. He hadn't expected his roommate to be 'home' and let alone moaning at him. Chad nearly laughed at the situation. He walked over and sat down on his bed, (which was across the room from Jon's) and watched Jon for a moment. He looked tired. "Hey Jon, You dead?"
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Post by Jonathan Markel on Mar 13, 2008 9:16:43 GMT -5
Jon didnt even hear Chad walk in. Actually, he didnt really care about much of anything at that point. He just wanted sleep, but with himself that sore, sleep was impossible. He just didnt want to move. And if he played his cards right, he wouldnt have to till dinner.
Chad's voice startled him slightly. He struggled to a sitting position, his back resting against the wall. Close. But no. He said with a tired grin. Conditioning practice.... He offered up as an explination.
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Post by Chad Orisphantes on Mar 13, 2008 9:24:19 GMT -5
Chad nodded as if he understood. Which he didn't. He'd never really played sports, so conditioning practice meant nothing to him. Judging by his roommates condition however, he wasn't sure he ever wanted it to mean anything. "Must be tough." He leaned back against the wall, and stared for a moment at the ceiling. Before remembering that he had some high powered pain killers in his desk.
"You want something to kill the pain? Don't worry it's completely legal." Which was for the most part true, it was legal, you just needed a prescription to get it. It was one of those things Chad did on the computer, he kept renewing his subscription to what he considered a miracle of modern science.
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Post by Jonathan Markel on Mar 13, 2008 17:55:24 GMT -5
Jon looked at his roommate as he spoke. He laughed softly as he remembered that Chad had never played a sport, and probably had no desire to. An hour and a half of suicides isn't brutal its... well... suicide. Hey, the kids dead beat, give him a break. His creative juices ran out about 45 minutes into said suicides.
Jon couldn't help but perk up at the sound of taking something for the pain. It sounded wonderful for the time being but then a thought crossed the back of his mind that he couldn't ignore. I would... but they drug test before games, and its random... so how long does it stay with you? He asked. Cause if it were longer than a day or two... well... he couldn't afford to take that chance.
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Post by Chad Orisphantes on Mar 13, 2008 20:20:11 GMT -5
Chad laughed. "Like I said its completely legal. They can't bust you for anything. But if you're really worried about it, It'll be out of your system in a day." He smiled at his roommate and began to rummage through his drawer. He pulled out several perscription bottles. "Pick your poison. Joking of course."
He laid them out on his nightstand and selected one. "Here this one works the best. It has a couple of weird side effects but nothing spectacular, it's just like getting drunk in a pill." He slid off his bed, and grabbed a little paper cup from the dispencer on his nightstand. Filling it with water he handed both the pill and the cup to Jon. "Bottoms up."
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Post by Jonathan Markel on Mar 13, 2008 20:31:17 GMT -5
Jon raised his eyebrows as Chad dug out several prescription bottles. Dude, I'm curious where you get this stuff He said as he accepted the pill and water. He looked at it for a moment. On second thought, maybe I dint wanna know. He said with a wry grin.
Cheers. Jon said before he threw the pill into the back of his throat and downed the water like a shot. The effects weren't immediate, but they kicked in enough for him to start to feel a little lighter. He looked over at Chad. So where were you? He asked, just realizing that Chad hadn't been in the room when he'd gotten back.
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Post by Chad Orisphantes on Mar 13, 2008 20:41:21 GMT -5
"That's smart, not knowing can't get you in trouble." He laughed again. "So just give those pills a few seconds and you'll be feeling happier than if you'd been shooting tequila." He started to put all the pills away. Considering before he answered the last question. Shaking his head he decided that the truth was probably out. He really couldn't tell Jon that he'd been using Library computers to hack into a closed computer system.
He smiled again and looked up, meeting Jon's eyes. "I was out studying, at the library. I have a paper due tomorrow, and despite the face I put on, I really do care about my grades." He knew it was safe to tell that to Jon, come tomorrow Jon wouldn't even remember this conversation.
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Post by Jonathan Markel on Mar 17, 2008 18:22:04 GMT -5
Jon raised his eyebrows at Chad as the pills took effect and he felt lighter. Actually, he also had the odd sense to sing "I Feel Pretty" from West Side Story, but he managed to keep control over that particular desire. Instead, a slightly feminine giggle rose from him as he heard Chad's explination of where the other boy had been. Oh, Chad, I didnt know you cared!
ooc- blech. shortness. sorry.
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Post by Chad Orisphantes on Mar 18, 2008 6:52:04 GMT -5
Jon giggled. It was a decidedly feminine sound, and not the kind one usually associated with a star hockey player. However anything was possible, and Jon was a kind of drunk he'd never been before. Chad knew the feeling well, and it was the only reason he kept renewing his prescription, the drunkness was awesome. Chad layed down on his bed, and looked over at Jon.
"Of course I care Jon, I may not be happy here but I want to stay." Silently Chad applauded Jon's ability to resist the drug, by this point he'd already been belting out show tunes at the top of his lungs the first time he took it. Apparently Jon was made of tougher stuff.
((don't worry about it. Sometimes they just turn out short.))
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Post by wowposter on Nov 8, 2008 21:51:33 GMT -5
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