Laze and Haze • [Abyss.]

[pink4never]

The world of drugs was dark. Mysterious. Hazy, clouding. And all too irresistible, especially in the case of one Gretchen Holt. On the bare cusp of fourteen, the young male was wiry and thin, likely from smoking too much pot, and stood at a height of five-nine, with ashy blonde hair, a couple studs in his ear, and a constant, dazed look in eye, as if he never really was seeing his surroundings as clear as they could be.

A high-school dropout, the boy's life was one big, disastrous mess, and he was hooked on more befouling substances than would could count— inhaling, chewing, injecting, dealing. The teen did it all. Such intakes were dangerous in fact, and, not to mention, against the law, but did he care? Even remotely so? No. Naturally, Gretchen didn't. His senses were on a constant dull, fizzy high, and he was never really aware of the things going around him. He was just too stoned to compute.

And thus, at this moment, the dirty blonde was splayed out beneath the arched curve of a playground, shamelessly smoking a vat at an ungodly three-in-the-morning, his mouth slightly parted as slow, puffs of smoke were released. That boy was obviously done, giving some reasonably slurred giggles as he lay back against the rusted pole, grey gaze practically rolled to the sky. “Wahaha...”

[NeroKun]

Walking down the street, patrolling on foot was undercover Maintenance officer Chris Pearson. His job was to get troublesome youths to "see the error of their ways" with disciplinary actions. Now he's dealt with kids that have disobeyed parents, commited robberies and crimes of every sort. But that was when most kids were sixteen and over. He heard the laughter of someone in that playground Gretchen was in, and deduced that the person was high. Sighing, he went to investigate it. And was flabbergasted at what he saw, a 14 yeat old with pot! That's illegal and you can face serious jail time!

And just by looking at the boy, he was almost all skin and bones! He's harming himself from the inside out! Growling, he snapped and shines the flashlight at him. "Well well well, what do we have here, a pot smoker." he said sternly.

[pink4never]

Now, at that, Gretchen wasn't giving too much of a response, not even at the sternness of the other's tone, nor the achingly-bright glare of his flashlight; continuing to release several hoarse, exuberant giggles as he flopped his arms around, and slid further down the playground's flimsy pole, head thrown deliriously back. The male didn't give so much as a word to the slight accusation either; barely even seeming to notice the officer as it was, forget respond to him. His eyes, heavily lidded and drooping, were glued entirely somewhere else, for the matter— his drugs— and only squinted slightly upon the light, nevertheless unaffected, unfocusing. He was hammered indeed, extremely so.


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[NeroKun]

Chris saw the boy's high demeanor. This kid is killing himself and he doesn't even know it. Chris said nothing but shook his head and took the kid in his arm and took him to the car. He opens the passenger seat and drove him to a hospital. It was late, and he needs to get this boy some help.

[pink4never]

In the meantime, Gretchen was practically throwing himself all over the seats, hands feeling up the leather, as his body tipped here and there; the teen had smoked himself well to Cloud Nine, and was likely not to be back for a down while.

“Wh'ssss thiss?” he slurred, unrealizing he was in a moving vehicle, and just sloppily fiddled with his seatbelt, unbuckling and buckling it like a game. He then began giggling hysterically, mumbling incoherencies of how the sky had such pretty colours, even though the outside was pitch black.