Post by Zayn Onyx on Aug 26, 2016 12:34:57 GMT -5
Warning: Obscene Language
Outfit
Zayn had been feeling antsy all through the beginning of history of magic. Honestly, he wasn’t even sure why he’d decided to go to a class he completely abhorred. But he had been trying to get to classes more often, simply for a change of pace. Being high in class was the knew thing. Also he had also been pretty effing high when he'd woken up this morning. Speaking of which, did he even have History of Magic today, and didn't the people around him look like first years. Looking around he realized he was right, definitely first years. Mumbling something about the bathroom, he headed out of the class and made a beeline for the greenhouse. He'd slept so long, around sixteen hours he estimated, that he hadn’t had a cigarette over twelve hours. He wasn’t sure exactly how long he’d been asleep since he wasn’t sure when he’d actually fell asleep. He'd been on a whole set of different drugs yesterday. He'd have to check his stash to see how much he had left, considering he'd just taken and shot up whatever was in sight.
Finally at the greenhouses, he lit the fag with shaking hands. As he took large drags on it he started feeling calmer. His skin was no longer crawling and his hands were almost stable. Regardless, it looked like someone was nearby and coming closer. Leaning back against the glass of the green house he simply breathed in the nicotine, lovely wonderful nicotine. Oh, how he’d missed this. Oh, how he hated this. The person seem to be getting closer however. Without the energy to glare at them he just kept smoking. They’d fuck off sooner or later, and if they didn’t he could throw still burning cigarette butts at them until they did.
Outfit
Zayn had been feeling antsy all through the beginning of history of magic. Honestly, he wasn’t even sure why he’d decided to go to a class he completely abhorred. But he had been trying to get to classes more often, simply for a change of pace. Being high in class was the knew thing. Also he had also been pretty effing high when he'd woken up this morning. Speaking of which, did he even have History of Magic today, and didn't the people around him look like first years. Looking around he realized he was right, definitely first years. Mumbling something about the bathroom, he headed out of the class and made a beeline for the greenhouse. He'd slept so long, around sixteen hours he estimated, that he hadn’t had a cigarette over twelve hours. He wasn’t sure exactly how long he’d been asleep since he wasn’t sure when he’d actually fell asleep. He'd been on a whole set of different drugs yesterday. He'd have to check his stash to see how much he had left, considering he'd just taken and shot up whatever was in sight.
Finally at the greenhouses, he lit the fag with shaking hands. As he took large drags on it he started feeling calmer. His skin was no longer crawling and his hands were almost stable. Regardless, it looked like someone was nearby and coming closer. Leaning back against the glass of the green house he simply breathed in the nicotine, lovely wonderful nicotine. Oh, how he’d missed this. Oh, how he hated this. The person seem to be getting closer however. Without the energy to glare at them he just kept smoking. They’d fuck off sooner or later, and if they didn’t he could throw still burning cigarette butts at them until they did.
