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[connor crayze sykes]

Connor coughed, curled up in the grass against a tree. It was around dusk, he was sure his father or Dyson had been the one to beat him. Not to mention he was stoned out of his mind and srill recivering from the pancreaitis, still dealing with the overwhelming truth that his liver was going bad. Kidneys, lungs, stomach. He had known it was bad but damn... No way Deacon could get transplants soon enough. And it scared him.

The taste of copper filled his mouth and he gagged some, dilated eyes closing, empty bottle of vidka falling from his limply curled fingers to his side as he focused on his breathing. He wouldn't go back to Deacon like this... He couldn't.

[evelyn 'evie' jeanette rosseau]

It seemed that Tickfaw was the place to be if you fancied a cheeky high. Which is why Evie was found to be mooching about. She was already a bit out of it and it had resulted in her leaving her pot at home.

She was walking by a tree...happened to smell a familar smell of a well known plant to her. It was strong enough that she stopped and looked over and noticed a guy sitting under the tree looking nothing short than out of it. She raised her eyebrow, really not fancying having to talk to him but he seemed to be the only person in this whole park who actually had and pot on them.

So she approached. "Hey. Have you got any pot I can buy off you?" She didn't even know if he would understand what she was saying but it was worth a try. Her foot pressed onto something hard and she looked down as she removed it, spotting an empty vodka bottle. Damn he sure seemed to be having a rough day. She just wanted to get some weed and go, but she also didn't fancy just leaving him here. He looked like he was going to pass out at any second. "Dude...are you okay?" It wasn't even out of politeness or worry...she really couldn't be doing with being a witness if this guy happened to die. It would take up too much of her time!

[connor crayze sykes]

Connir looked up warily, tensing up at the feminine figure standing above him. He grimaced some. Straight in the head he would have offered right away. He wasn't done yet, so he was still somewhere there, would go until it killed him if he could.

"F-...f-fine.." He pulled the needle discreetly from his right inner elbow. The meth should kick in in a few minutes. He would have to do this before the large dose did. Fumbling with his backpack he pulled out a baggy out of at least six. "F-fifty for this.." He mumbled, shifting his weight in discomfort and coughing again. The action shook his near emaciated frame.

[evelyn 'evie' jeanette rosseau]

It wasn't until he looked at her that she could see just how truly messed up he was. She raised her eyebrows again but she didn't really pity him. After all she lived the same lifestyle as he did and knew exactly what hell it was. It was a shame though to see someone else wander through life with addictions though. She did have to admit he looked worse that her though - she had shadows under her eyes which pointed out her lack of sleep and she really needed to put on some weight which was dropping off of her but she looked still somewhat healthy. He on the other hand looked emaciated.

He named a price and she started digging through her bag when something coming out of his arm caught her eye. "Forget the pot. Any more meth?" She certainly knew what it was of course. She had dabbled with just about every drug there was except heroin. That would probably be only a matter of time though.

[connor crayze sykes]

Connor worked his jaw. "I-I got everyth-thing almost.." He mumbled, pushing heroin and ecstasy aside to drop the needle further into the bag. "M-meth's not for sale th-though. Not r-r-right..now." He winced, pressing a hand to his thin, incaved stomach, breaths shallow and forced. He tugged out a bottle of pills, not caring what she saw in this state. Downing two OxyCodon he glanced back up at her, dilated eyes hollow with exhaustion. "U-unless you're payin' a-a lot for an ounce.."

[evelyn 'evie' jeanette rosseau]

Evie raised herself ever so slightly on the balls of her feet so that she could take a look at what he was carrying in the bag. He seemed to have a bit of everything. She was honestly surprised he hadn't been stopped by the cops yet.

She pulled a face at him informing her that the meth was not for sale and was just about settled on buying some pot and seeing what else he had. Perhaps ketamin? And then he mentioned that if she was willing to spend a lot on an ounce...

The purse she was holding in her hand went towards him for him to take. "Take what you want." She didn't care if he full on robbed her blind right now...as long as she got a high soon. She was starting to feel slightly shaky from not having had anything for a bit. She definitely was prepared - there were a few hundred dollar bills in their among other notes. Best not to ask how she got that money though.

During this passing of her purse she really noticed that he didn't look good. Perhaps he had someone to call to take him home? He seemed like he needed to spend a few days recovering anyway.

[connor crayze sykes]

Connor took it with trembling hands, pulling out three hundred fifty and pocketing it. He coughed, gagging into the crook of an arm with a strained sound of pain, passed her the small amount of the expensive drug. It would make do for a good couple highs, even if in his case it only lasted for about two. He was at a dangerous state of how much he took every time he used now, zipped his backpack back up, running his hands up and down his thin, bruised and scarred arms. He hadn't even bothered with a jacket, had just been desperate to forget that he was sliding so far downhill so fast.