Kristian T. Westhaven
Ophiuchus House
Posts: 4
Age: 17
Sexuality: bi
Gender: male
Plotter: http://beauregardacademy.boards.net/thread/69/astral-dimensions-vels-plotter
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Alias: Vel
Occupation: 7th Year Student
Application: http://beauregardacademy.boards.net/thread/227/westhaven-kristian-thomas
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Post by Kristian T. Westhaven on Jan 26, 2017 16:19:21 GMT -5
 ¤ @open ¤ NOTES
Kristian didn't know what to do anymore and he was trying his best to just stop the drugs. Every single time he tried he failed, tremendously. One day would go by and he'd be jonesing for more. With the mixture of alochol in the punch and the number of people, he just needed to be out for a minute. That and he wasn't entirely sure where Kurtis was. That was the problem.
He needed Kurtis in order to stay strong, but he couldn't. Having managed to find some coke mixed with... whatever, the boy cut out a perfect line and he moved. The water from the faucet covering the sound of him snorting up the powder. Chest heaving as he wiped the white from his nostril and looked to himself in the mirror before quickly cleaning up the evidence that he ever did anything.
That was when the world took a turn for the worst and he stumbled backward. Back hitting the partition between the urinals and he reached forward gripping the sink. Blood started to run over his upper lip and he slipped further into his high. Until he couldn't stand anymore and crouched between the sink counter and the wall, huddling up. Mask propped on his forehead while his arms wrapped tightly around his knees, a slight panic rushing through his chest.
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Kurtis Werner
Equuleus House
Posts: 4
Age: 16
Sexuality: Pansexual
Gender: Male
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Alias: Armageddon
Occupation: Student | Equuleus
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Post by Kurtis Werner on Feb 8, 2017 19:55:48 GMT -5
 Kurtis had been running late, thanks to the very opinionated python he had stolen from Professor Pierces office. After a rather lengthy conversation with it, and fixing the issues there apparently were, he fixed his mask to his face and ran off for Ophiuchus.
But no one was there. He even went so far as to peek into the dorms, but everyone had already left for the ball. Cursing himself, Kurtis ran all the way back and to the Ballroom, feeling like a complete dick for missing Kris.
As he came half jogging into the ballroom, he scanned he crowd for him. Thankfully, even though the Westhavens all had that same, knee buckling jawline, he could tell them all apart even though they were masked. Jack looking like the scarecrow he was,was busy spiking the punch with god knows what; Kam was easy to spot with the blonder hair, and Kaydin was fidgeting and bouncing around like always. But no Kristian.
Chewing on his lip he moved in, looking through the people, but still his boyfriend remained missing and he was beginning to feel incredibly guilty now. Rather than spend the next twenty minutes looking for him, he ducked into the bathroom to call him away from all the music.
Kurtis almost didn't notice the form cowering in the corner, but when it finally caught his eye his phone hit the floor and he went skidding over to him, cupping his cheeks as he looked at him. "Goddammit babe..." he whispered softly as he looked him over, wiping the blood from his nose with his sleeve, seeing his pupils spazzing out, going from the size of nickels to pinpoints, which meant this time..it wasn't just coke. It was coke, and some kind of opiate.
Loving Kristian Westhaven, meant knowing drugs, what they did, and how to tell them apart. He'd accepted that, though he didn't like it. He'd rather know what the fuck he was supposed to do in case his boyfriend overdosed. Kurtis had never ventured outside of his growing dependency of ecstasy, but Kris...
Kris had been trying, and damn hard lately after Kurtis had voiced his fears about him using. But they were like an anchor on him. Letting him get just far enough away before he was using again. This time they were sinking him fast. "Baby...Kris, look at me." he shoved the mask off his own face so Kris could see it was him as he made him look at him.. "You gotta tell me how much you did. Come on. Focus on me, okay? How much?"
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Kristian T. Westhaven
Ophiuchus House
Posts: 4
Age: 17
Sexuality: bi
Gender: male
Plotter: http://beauregardacademy.boards.net/thread/69/astral-dimensions-vels-plotter
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Alias: Vel
Occupation: 7th Year Student
Application: http://beauregardacademy.boards.net/thread/227/westhaven-kristian-thomas
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Post by Kristian T. Westhaven on Feb 10, 2017 11:21:55 GMT -5
He fucked up. There was no question in it now. The high that he managed was a little too much for him and he didn't know how to handle it. It wasn't like pure cocaine. It wasn't the same. That was what happened when you decide to speedball. The effects of the cocaine mixed with just the perfect hint of heroin sent him through a lapse of anxiety and that quickly pushed him down the path of a panic attack. Kristian couldn't react proper. While snorting the powder gave him a similar rush, to shooting, it wasn't nearly as bad as it could have been. Westhaven had a good head on his shoulders, but when it came to depression he just didn't know how to deal.
Soon he could feel the warmth of Kurtis hands on his cheeks, the smear of blood gone now as he was being checked by his boyfriend. He was trying, Kris was trying so hard to quit for Kurtis, but he just couldn't. Even though he wanted to, the drugs had their claws buried so deep into his chest that he didn't know what to do about. He never meant to hurt Kurtis, and if anyone said he wasn't trying they clearly didn't know what was going on. Because Kristian was trying to be good, and he was trying so damn hard to stop this shit. He knew how much it bothered Kurtis, but every time he got further and further away they pulled him back harder and faster.
"Baby... Kris, look at me."
He tried, by god he tried to look up at him, but the drugs were causing him to nod off. That was what Heroin did when you started to come down, and the fact that he was so nervous about it all he was pretty sure he was already on his way to rock bottom. Or maybe he took too damn much. Kurtis forced him to look up though, he could see and feel that it was his lover, his nostrils could barely tell it was him, but the comfort was there.
"You gotta tell me how much you did. Come on. Focus on me, okay? How much?"
How much... that was a good question. Kris' eyes began to flutter close as he was fighting it to stay awake, snapping to attention as he looked up at Kurtis again. "The usual..." The usual amount for cocaine. Meaning that this was going to hit him hard and fast, the usual amount of coke for Kris could kill someone, the usual amount of coke was definitely too much for him, adding in the heroin. "Don't be mad... don't be mad.... I'm okay... It's just a little coke."
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