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Post by zeke on Jun 29, 2008 0:41:17 GMT
Poor unfortunate Souls
[/color] In pain, in need![/center] ------Zeke Darren Thomas------ The sun was slowly rising as the brown shaggy haired boy sat on the windowsill and exhaled the final puff of his cigarette, his mind was still mulling over the two letters he had received the two days before. One from his ex Jonathan and the other from an old friend at school, Jonathan was coming here? Here to Hogwarts? He wanted Zeke back that badly? Zeke didn’t want him, he didn’t want anything to do with him, he let out a sigh and ran his hand through his hair before flicking his smoke out of the dorm room window.
Zeke’s stomach started to rumble, he hadn’t eaten in 2 days not since he received the letter from Jonathan, the wounds that were made the day he found him cheating had been re-opened and now knowing that he was coming here was making it worse, Zeke was starving himself and was going to make himself very ill all over again. He hoped that no one had noticed that he was starving himself and falling back into the pit of despair that had taken over him once before. Zeke was turning back to how he was when he first started Hogwarts.
The puppy eyed boy slipped off of the sill and walked over to his bed, he pulled open a draw and picked up his ipod and then walked back to his seat and sat down, he turned it on and put the headphones into his ears he leaned his head back and looked at the now rising sun, his mind was fixed on the thought of forgetting, but how could he forget when Jonathan was going to be showing up here any day? Zeke skipped the song and then settled down and listened to Goodbye to you by breaking point.
The boy sighed deeply and listened to the lyrics of the song, it was like it the song was written for him. ‘There’s no way to heal these wounds now and my heart bleeds for you’ It was the perfect song to describe how he was feeling and it was totally 100% emo free, yeah Zeke hated emo but he hated himself even more for feeling like he could be an emo, he knew if Markus saw him like this he would more then likely kick his ass as well! Mark couldn’t blame him for this though, could he? Nope!
‘Yesterday you were my best friend, but tomorrow took you away’ The song carried on Zeke looked down and fiddled with his bracelet it was made from thread and Mark had given it to him when they first started being friends, it met a lot to Zeke and well Mark meant a lot of him as well, he was like a brother from day one of Zeke being here Markus had looked after him and helped him through all the shit that he had gone through. He was a true friend and brother, unlike Jonathan Markus actually cared about Zeke.
The wonder boy shifted in his seat and sighed as he reached into his pocket and pulled out a long rectangular box, he pushed it open with one hand and then pulled out a long cylinder shaped object. The puppy eyed boy put it to his lips, he then pulled out a small rectangular metal object and flicked it open, he set it alight and brought it to his death stick, he breathed in deeply taking in all the toxic gas he could. He slowly brought the cylinder away from his lips and exhaled the first long sweet cancerous drag.
Mr Thomas wasn’t one to smoke, he hated smoking, but anything to take away some of the pain he was feeling inside his heart was a bloody good thing right? He had been drinking as well, he had spent most of his night choking down bottles of Vodka and absinth, but sadly his buzz was slowly starting to fade, he had been awake all night just sitting on the sill drinking, smoking and mulling over everything that was going through his head and sadly it was all a big bunch of fucking bullshit! Zeke needed to talk about this with Markus!
The fifth year looked out he window as he blew rings of smoke towards his ceiling then bit his lip as he looked into the room, was this his life now? It must have been he looked back at the now fast rising sun and thought about how if he had never met Axel maybe his life would have been so much better, yeah it would have been, he would have never been sent to Drumstrang, he would have gone straight to Hogwarts, what bliss… But no, Axel had to bother Trin and Zeke had to break his nose!
Zeke had been told to move on, but every guy and girl he’d been with since Jonathan he had never found that he could get close to him or her he couldn’t trust them, Zeke couldn’t trust anyone really, he trusted Trinity, Brem and Markus, that was it no one else in his life was worth trusting, everyone was able to hurt him in one way or anther. Apart from those three, yeah, those perfect three, they had never ever done anything wrong in Zeke’s breath taking puppy dog eyes and to Zeke that meant a hell of a lot!
Zeke flicked the ash off of the end of his smoke and then turned into the room, he watched the smoke swarm around the room and disappear as he took his final drag and then threw it out of the window. He stood up and closed the giant glass window before looking over at the door, the handle was turning. Zeke quickly staggered over to bed and climbed in, still wearing his clothes and shoes and then closed his eyes, of course it would have been more convincing if he had gotten into the correct bed and not Markus’s bed.[/blockquote] |
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Post by Markus O'Neil on Jun 29, 2008 2:20:17 GMT
The tip of his tongue gently ran across the exposed edge of the white paper, the saliva rubbing off on it just enough so that as the Gryffindor rolled the paper down on itself, it stuck. Rolling another paper over the one already down, he repeated the process producing a perfectly rolled, double papered "cigarette". Placing the tip into his mouth, he whipped out the old and tattered zippo lighter that he had been carrying around for year, and in one fluent motion flicked it open and had the flame lit. Bringing one hand up, he shielded the exposed flame from the gentles gusts of wind, sucking in lightly to ignite the end. Flicking his wrist, he snapped the zippo closed and slid it back into his pocket. Sucking in lightly, he felt the smoke roll across the inside of his mouth and flow down his throat, then finally tumbling down into his lungs. Holding the smoke in, he lowered his hand, his fingers holding the joint lightly as he looked out onto the lake. Damn, it really was a beautiful night.
The Gryffindor was clad in a simple pair of black slacks, he hardly ever wore jeans, and a tight fitting black pea-coat. The buttons were all done up, and he looked a bit like a shadow standing out by the lake, the only thing blowing his cover was the ember tip of his hand-rolled smoke. His bright blue eyes starred out into the water as he finally exhaled the smoke, the need for oxygen, and the burning in his lungs becoming to much. Smiling lightly he felt a sense of euphoric calm settle over him as he raised the smoke to his lips a second time, taking another puff. Yes, Markus had no problems whatsoever with standing out by the lake at five in the morning and smoking a joint. Some people prefered going for a morning jog or reading; he prefered to get high. The attendants at Hogwarts for the most part annoyed him to such a degree that this really was his only way to keep that hatred from manifesting itself into physical violence. That is unless a Slytherin was involved, then nothing could stop from being ready to fight.
Then he heard it. The sound of fleet slapping against the cobbled pathways of the castle. Someone was out taking their morning jog, and Markus was only halfway done with his breakfast! Growling lightly, he took another larger puff and held it in for less time, trying to take as much as he could. Then the person just got to fucking close. With a sigh, he exhaled the sweet smoke through his nostrils and flicked the joint out into the lake. Turning around, he looked as a young Hufflepuff girl stopped and waved at him, jogging over. "Hiya, Markus! How are ya do-.." The young pep squad was cut off as Markus jammed his palm into her shoulder causing her to spin around and land into the cold waters of the lake. Jamming his hands into the pockets of the coat, he walked off without another word, still annoyed. Whoever the hell that girl had been, Markus was never going to forgive her for that. Peppy little bitch.
Pushing open the heavy door leading into the castle, the Seventh year gazed around making sure no one else was around. Then, pulling a mint from his pocket and popping it into his mouth, Markus made his way up the ever changing staircases, his steps perfectly balanced, his gaze hard and angered. He hated being interupted while he was doing anything, even more so when it was something as precious as his morning smoke. As the staircase moved into it's finaly position for his stop, he quickly ascended the final steps and took off at a slow pace down the corridor, everything around him seeming so different and yet identical to how it always was. The ghosts that weren't even there, Markus could see flying in the distance before him, from the corners of his eyes he saw the flickering motions of shadows darting away. Shaking his head lightly, he couldn't help but grin. Sure, Pep Squad had ruined his smoke, but not before he had gotten enough to atleast enjoy himself. Taking the final steps, he entered the Gryffindor Common Room.
Here and there were a few Gryyfindors, the morning folk as Markus called them. Stupid bastards, the whole lot of them! Shaking his head at them, he just have them a slight head nod in greeting before making his way up the stairs leading to the Dormitory he shared with Zeke. The kid hadn't quite been in his right mind lately, and Markus knew it was a big deal because Zeke hadn't told him yet just what the hell it was that was eating him alive from the inside out, but Markus woudn't push him. He knew what it as like to have a secret you wanted no one to ever know, something you yourself wished was gone, but would always be part of your being. To anyone who looked upon the left shoulder blade of Markus, they would see the prison number tattooed into the shoulder from Azkaban, a constant reminder of the murder he had committed. Approaching the Dormintory, he pushed open the door to Sherwood Forest.
And was greeted by the pungent smell of stale cigarette smoke and alcohol. Damn, smelt like somebody was busy throwing himself a pity party. Unbuttoning the coat, he pulled it from his frame and tossed it onto a desk, not really caring if it knocked anything down. The Forest was already a god damn mess, one more thing couldn't possibly make it any worse. Pulling his shoes off, he gave a tired yawn, pulling the shirt from his frame and dropping it. Dropping face first onto his bed, clad only in the comfortable slacks he closed his eyes, and for a moment he was fine. Then, despite his influenced state of mind he noticed something wrong. Jumping up and ripping the covers back, he starred down at Zeke.
"What the fuck, man!?"
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Post by zeke on Jun 29, 2008 13:22:59 GMT
Poor unfortunate Souls
[/color] In pain, in need![/center] ------Zeke Darren Thomas------ Zeke lay in the warm bed, he started to drift off to sleep, the bed was warm and comforting and even though he didn’t want to sleep he was getting drowsy and starting to drift into a deep sleep, luckily for him the alcohol had worn off and that meant he wouldn’t get his stupid hangover so he could just sleep and wake up and carry on being depressed with everything and everyone. He had totally forgotten that someone had been walking in and that was the reason why he was no in bed falling into a deep uneasy sleep.
Zeke felt something hit him, but didn’t bother to groan about it, he just stayed quiet and started to sleep, his position was a bit awkward and the bed was very lumpy, but never the less he was falling asleep. But that was until the warm covers were ripped from around him and he heard a familiar voice. Markus’ voice! ‘What the fuck, man?’ The puppy dog eyed boy fidgeted slightly and snuggled down into the pillow. ”Go sleep in your own bed.” He mumbled before grabbing the covers –with his eyes still closed- and pulling them over his head.
Zeke moved around in the bed slightly and then caught scent of Mark, he sat bolt upright and looked at him. ”Dude, I’m so sorry.” He said before getting out of his bed, still fully clothed, he staggered over to the sill and then sat down on it and let out a deep sigh, he looked up at Mark and then looked down at his shoes. ”It’s happening all over again.” He said softly as he pushed the window open and then pulled out his smokes from his pocket and put on in his mouth, while offering one to Mark.
Zeke leaned back against the wall and put his feet up on the sill before speaking again, he looked at his roomie and sighed deeply. ”Jonathan wrote to me…and then to make things worse one of my friends wrote to me and told me Jon is moving schools…moving here to Hogwarts, one of his parents went to Hogwarts, they were in Gryffindor, what if he moves here and he’s in our house and I have to see him everyday, dude…I can’t deal with that, I can’t even deal with this.” He said before lighting his smoke and shaking his head.
Zeke looked to his best friend with a pleading look on his face. ”I need your help.” He said before sighing and getting off of the sill, he walked over to his draw and pulled out a bottle of absinth and then walked back over to the sill and sat down, he rested the smoke between his lips and then opened the bottle. He then grabbed a match from behind his ear and struck it causing it to set a light. And then let it hit the absinth causing it to set a light. ”Want any?” He asked him softly.
Zeke moved his smoke from his mouth and let the puff of smoke seep into the room before he moved the bottle up to his lips and downed as much as he could in one mouthful before swallowing and then moving his smoke back to his lips and starting to smoke long cancerous drags. Zeke looked over at Markus and shrugged softly. ”I’m such a dick, I mean look at me…I’m letting some stupid blonde idiot that thinks with his cock get to me!” He said sighing, Zeke then down some more of the drink and sighed he couldn’t forget.
He played with the neck of the bottle in his hand, then started to sing in a rather slurred voice, guess he wasn’t that sober. ”I don’t wanna see you, be near you, you’re a million miles too close!” He stood up on the sill and swayed as he lifted up the bottle. ”OH YOU WONT SEE ME BREAK, WONT MAKE THAT MISTAKE, OH NO! I’LL JUST WALK AWAY THERE’S TOO MUCH AT STAKE RIGHT NOW, I’LL GO ON AND ON SINGING THIS SONG ABOUT YOU, AND THAT IS WHAT’S WRONG WITH THIS SONG!” Who cared that it was early?
Zeke put the bottle to his lips and downed more before leaning on the wall and thinking for a moment. His mind went back to the day he first met Jon, it was a cool fall day and Zeke was waiting for a few of his class mates to meet him to go play quidditch when someone bumped into him, Zeke could remember every detail of that first meeting, what he looked like, what he was wearing, what scent he had, the whole shebang! But he could also remember the day when he walked in on him with Benny cheating!
Zeke turned away from Markus, he looked out the window as his eyes filled up with water and starting to run down his cheeks, this was Zeke’s routine, he’d get smashed, smoke, sober up slightly, try and fool Markus before telling him what was wrong, then drink more, maybe throw in a bit of drunk singing and then, then he’d cry. Yes Zeke Darren Thomas would cry and not give a damn if Mark saw, he’d been there through his whole break down the first time he could be there all over again this time and hopefully help him again!
He looked at the bottle of absinth in his hand while sighing, it was hard to believe that this emo…ish fifth year was a lot stronger then a lot of the seventh years, he’d taken on Axel twice and he could more then likely beat Tommy as well. Zeke wasn’t what he seemed he was a lot darker then a lot of people gave him credit for, it was mostly due to the fact that so many lies and all his heartache had been eating at him for a long, long time and there was nothing anyone could do about it, or could they?[/blockquote] |
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Post by Markus O'Neil on Jun 29, 2008 17:23:30 GMT
Sighing quite audibly, Markus stood before his own bed, arms crossed as his bright blues remained locked on Zeke. A single brown gently rose in a questioning gesuter as the fifth year began to stumble out of the bed mumbling his apologies. Well, this sure as hell wasn't a good sign. In fact Markus was almost certain that no good could come of that fact. Risking a glance to the door, he saw it was unlocked, and moving with the speed previously unthinkable to the Gryffindor, he had it locked from the inside. No one needed to walk in on Zeke and his pity party. Markus had enough sense to know his dear friend didn't need that. Spinning on his heel, his enquisitive eyes starred upon the form of Zeke as he seemed to roam from one side of the room to the other. Clearly lost in his own despair. Tilting his head to the side gently, he watched curiously. Perhaps dear Zeke was finally ready to come clean with what was wrong.
He watched as the fifth year sat himself down beside the window, sitting comfortably upon the sill. Walking past the desk, Markus grabbed a shirt and pulled it on. The black button down remained open, he had really on put the clothing on to make himself seem more presentable to his friend. He knew it was foolish, but an upbringing of believing appearance was all important had become deeply engrained within the mind of the Gryffindor. So much so that even now, in Zeke's hour of greatest need, the shirt had come first. Cursing lightly to himself within the dark confines of his mind. It was disgusting, but atleast he was still here for the kid, right?
Taking the cigarette Zeke had offered, he slip it between his lips. Patting his pockets, he growled darkly as he realized the lighter was in his coat. Oh well, this was a slight chance to try to throw a smile on that pretty face of Zeke's. Leaning onto the windowsill, he brought his face close to the boys and pressed the end of his unlit cigarette against the burning ember of Zeke's. Inhaling deeply, the light took and his own began to smoke. Blowing the smoke into the fifth years face he patted his cheek with a small smile on his lips before he himself sat down in the sill. "Alright, let's get down to it. We both know you have gone through your ritual. You got shit-faced. You got mildly stoned, then you got shit-faced again. You tried to sleep in my bed, and now you are getting shit-faced again. I do believe next on your list is to tell me just what the fuck is wrong?"
Nodding his head lightly, Markus held the cigarette lightly between his middle and pointer fingers, his eyes looking upon Zeke's face, waiting. Bright blues narrowed dangerously as the tale began, and as names started to be dropped. So, this was something rather serious, well wasn't that just great? Fucking Jonathan, Markus had wanted to kill that man many a time, in fact Markus had often thought that such a crime would be worth going back to Azkaban for. Then his mind suddenly screamed in anger when he heard the all too important words of Zeke. "moving here to Hogwarts..." Well, wasn't that just fucking dandy. Taking a long drag from the cigarette, Mark looked back out the window, upon the rising sun. What the hell was he suppose to say to something like that? How did you react to such a fucking bombshell? I mean sure, Markus had his usual responses. Crush, kill, and maim; but strangely enough he didn't think any of those things would be all to helpful or supportive given the current crisis. Maybe he could try that whole being a good friend thing. Usually worked for Zeke.
However, round two was just now begining. Zeke had gone for his coveted bottle of absinth. Well, now that he had told Markus, he supposed it was time to start getting drunk and whatnot now. Watching as Zeke moved on determined feet, Markus eyed the bottle of absinthe and watched as the fifth year downed it and continued to smoke. That was the difference between Zeke and Markus. Markus was self-destrutive all the time, and Zeke only when he needed to be. Oddly enoug though, when Zeke came into moods like this, Markus tended to pull the reins alittle and worry less about getting messed up and try to focus more on actually helping. "Ya, sure." Taking the bottle of absinth from the extended hand of Zeke, he took a gulp of it. He felt the burning as it ran down his throat and into his stomach, the way it warmed him from the inside out. Great, he smoked a joint then came back to his room to drink the only alcohol known to make you hallucinate. Sounded like it would be a fun day.
Suddenly the bottle was ripped from his hand as Zeke jumped up onto the sill and began singing, pausing between his verses only to swallow as much of the alcohol as he could. Watching with a grin of amusement upon his lips, Markus let Zeke finish the song before he grabbed his arm and yanked him back down. "As much as I enjoy your concerts, Zeke, I don't think our House Mates want to wake up to a morning of drunken sing-alongs. Sound good?" His voice was gentle, kind and filled with reassurance. It was the kind of tone that Markus used to show the kid he wasn't going anywhere anytime soon. He would be there for him to help him get through this problem. That and he was more then willing to fuck up Jonathan if that was what he wanted. Markus did aim to please, afterall.
Taking the bottle from Zeke, he put it down upon the desk, and made the quick motion of flicking his own cigarette out the window. It was time to focus. Gripping both of Zeke's shoulders, he forced his mate to look him straight in the eye as he spoke. "Alright, Zeke, listen up. We both know I'm not going anywhere for any of this. We both know when Jonathan gets here, I'm gonna have your back no matter how you decide to handle it all. I'll listen to every drunken rant and song, and I'll let you cuddle up in my bed whenever you need. You know I'm gonna help you through all of this. I mean, who was there last time, right?" Smiling, he wrapped his arm around the guys neck in a half hug before planting a kiss on the top of his head. What could he say, Zeke was practicly his little brother.
Now that he had said his peace, he gave the lad back his precious bottle of absinth. Fuck it, if he wanted to drink, Markus would let him drink. If he wanted to smoke, he would let him smoke. And in a few days when Zeke was yelling at Markus for letting him do such unhealthy things to his body, Markus would simply reply by blowing a big smoke ring in his face and giving him a wink, Markus was afterall that kind of guy. But for now he was on his best behavior, he was who Zeke needed him to be. He was someone better then the real Markus, the things love can make you do.
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