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Post by jk on Jan 23, 2009 2:57:40 GMT -5
The rose garden area was one of JK's favorite places. She could smoke a cigarette and a bowl in peace. How the wardens hadn't managed to find her pipe or stash was a miracle to JK, though she wasn't about to complain. Taking one more hit off her pipe before emptying it out and slipping it back into her bra JK lit up a cigarette. The chronic she'd found from a new guy in the facility was excellent to the point where she could already feel a high starting to hit her as she inhaled and exhaled.
As she stood there and smoked JK took the time to examine her arm where Chains had not so kindly kept a tight hold on her arm throughout their lunchtime quarrel. It wasn't abnormal for her to have marks for the man, but it was better her than someone else. JK could handle abuse fairly well whereas most of the in-mates around her couldn't even fathom the idea of real pain. They were all there for some misdemeanors and had chosen the hell hole called Westerbridge Detention Facility over community service. Thinking that over as she stared at her hand shaped bruise. Bright purple, one that was going to stay for quite some time.
Ashing the cigarette JK dropped her bruised arm, hiding the wince that she felt. She couldn't fathom why exactly she found herself so attracted to Chains; but she was. Probably because on the rare occasion that they'd been drunk around each other they'd also been open and honest. So a total of two honest conversations between them had been exchanged...and those were the reasons she stuck around waiting to see what would happen.
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Post by Chains on Jan 23, 2009 3:25:10 GMT -5
Chains couldn't help smiling as he headed towards the rose garden. It wasn't often he allowed himself to smile but he knew most of the inmates didn't spend time in the rose garden so he tended to take his letters there. Yes it was sappy as hell but the painkillers he'd be put on for the stab wound allowed him to be that way. He had the letters shoved in his pocket and he soon picked up the faint smell of pot which made his smile disappear so his expression could harden up.
He headed further into the garden to see who was there. Pretty soon he spotted the bright pink hair and sighed. He didn't have to be a total hard ass around JK but he didn't want to seem totally weak to her either. He headed over to her and dropped down across from her with a smirk. "Gonna share?" He asked and crossed his arms in front of himself. |
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Post by jk on Jan 23, 2009 3:35:52 GMT -5
Hearing the crunch of footsteps JK immediately looked up, her eyes scanning the area for any wardens that might have picked up the pot trail. Upon seeing Chains she smirked at his simple request. "Which one do you want?" She questioned with a tweaked eyebrow. JK's face was meant for smirks, pouts, and tweaked eyebrows...that's how it was built. And she used that to her advantage all too often. This was a mild peace offering between the two, whichever he chose.
Taking in Chains appearance JK noticed the mild change that the medication had caused. When she'd stabbed him JK hadn't been thinking about hurting him that badly, she'd been thinking about proving her point. Offering her cigarette towards him she let him take it before pulling her pipe out from it's hiding place in her bra. Catching his eye as she began to load the pipe JK let herself smile in spite of herself.
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Post by Chains on Jan 23, 2009 4:04:25 GMT -5
Chains watched JK, not seething with fury like he normally was around her. He did really enjoy fighting with her but that didn't mean he always has to be trying to beat her up. He took the cigarette and raised it to his lips, smirking slightly as he inhaled. He closed his eyes and let out a sigh, having not had a cigarette yet that day. It worked out for him because he didn't feel like skipping the infirmary. The painkillers were a blessing but he'd need to find time to read the letter from his sister and look at the drawing Ava had done.
"Since when do you come here?" He asked, deciding not to claim it as his spot as it was a bit.. Gay. He sat back with the cigarette, figuring she had her pipe so she didn't need it back so he continued to hold it between his tattooed fingers. |
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Post by jk on Jan 23, 2009 4:16:25 GMT -5
With the pipe loaded JK pulled out her lighter and lit quickly, taking a deep hit before passing it to Chains while she held it in. JK was never one to waste a hit whilst smoking a bowl. Trading him for the cigarette she released her hit and inhaled on the cigarette. JK wouldn't lie, she'd take weed or cigarettes over alcohol any day of the week. Looking towards him at his question she shrugged. "Easiest place to come and smoke, not worry about anyone finding me." JK had noticed the tip of an envelope poking out of his pocket which she could only guess was a letter. She wouldn't bring it up completely, she had a similar issue. Letter's from someone who matter; except for her it was a 'sort of' matters type of thing. "I can do the whole 'read the letter' thing without anyone bugging me and asking who it's from." She said, smiling lightly at him as she smoked the cigarette. No doubt they'd be lighting up another soon.
Standing with Chains, whether they were fighting or not, JK always felt comfortable. She remembered her boy on the outside, the one whose letter was folded neatly into a triangle and hidden in her bra as well as her stash. Her bra could hold just about anything it seemed. Her boy...he wasn't the greatest guy, but for the last three years he'd been there the most out of anyone she knew. And he was the only one who would bother writing her ass. Yet as she stood with Chains, smoking and bullshitting, pretending they weren't covered in scars and bruises from each other, she almost forgot that there was someone out there waiting to just...destroy her all over again. And without her knowledge, that fact was very visible in her eyes.
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Post by Chains on Jan 23, 2009 4:28:13 GMT -5
Chains handed back the cigarette and took hold of the pipe, taking a hit and letting out the smallest of groans. It was great to know his painkiller high would soon be heightened, since he had been starting to feel a twinge in his arm. He didn't want to acknowledge that she was forming a scar on him so he just enjoyed what'd been given to him.
..Until of course she mentioned letters and his hand immediately covered his pocket. He didn't want to talk about letters. He knew she'd mentioned not wanting to be asked about letters but he still couldn't help being protective. The letters and drawings he received were the most important things inside the facility and he would not even dare talk about them to anyone else. He trusted no one and that's how he had survived so far there.
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Post by jk on Jan 23, 2009 4:34:21 GMT -5
Switching the cigarette and pipe with Chains once more JK took a hit, remembering a few months earlier when a seventeen year old had attempted to make fun of Chains for having a daughter that he visited as often as he could. JK had walked in just in time to see the kid's head bounce off of his bunk pole. All she could do was stare for a moment before JK's eyes widened. Chains had caught her eye, a slight panic had overwhelmed him, and then he'd darted out of the area. JK had brought the kid to consciousness before warning him we was way better off keeping his mouth more than shut and to warn the other little kids that were there in the facility. Despite her best efforts JK was very protective and she knew any hole time for Chains meant a longer sentence; beating a kid's head into a pole would've definitely equaled hole time.
Finishing her hit and switching once more she let out the white smoke, a light smile coming across her face. She was definitely getting a good high and she couldn't be more thrilled. "How's your arm?" She asked in good humor, taking a drag off the cigarette before pushing some hair behind her ear. The thing about Westerbridge that she did seem to like was that they just gave you two pairs of jeans that had WBJD Facility printed on the ass and the back and front of the t-shirts and tank tops that came in black. Making the clothing more to her style. It fit JK, she sort of blended into the atmosphere much like Chains did. Hence their boss title. Realizing she was thinking like she was stoned JK chuckled lightly. Stubbing out the cigarette as it was gone and lighting another one.
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Post by Chains on Jan 23, 2009 4:49:01 GMT -5
Chains wasn't high, yet. So he closed his eyes, waiting for it to take effect. His mind ended up slipping away to the letter he had yet to read. The last one had described his sister and Ava playing dress ups and the page had been covered with kisses when Ava had been allowed to wear lipstick just to leave her Daddy some kisses. He hoped there would be something similar in what he had to read next. His daughter was his everything and any minute he got to spend with her was a blessing. No one could understand how badly it hurt having to be away from her for so long. He had beaten up a few people who had been given visiting time the same as him, but most of them had gotten through wbjd pretty quickly, avoiding him for their time there.
He eventually looked back at JK when she chuckled, a smirk reappearing on his features. She was high, and he was starting to feel a bit fuzzy around the edges. He would just wait until the pink elephants came. Why was it pink elephants? Why was that what everyone claimed to see? The thought of him made him laugh quietly. He never saw anything when he was high, just everything felt better and it was always more funny. There was nothing like being entertained by a tree. Great sense of humour those oaks.
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Post by jk on Jan 23, 2009 4:58:02 GMT -5
As they passed the pipe back and forth, finishing the bowl in a few more hits. Emptying it out and tucking it away JK handed Chains his own cigarette, sharing was more difficult when you were at any stage of being high. As she stood there inhaling the sweet cancer stick she let her mind wander once more to the last time she and Chains had had sex. Violent, raw, and definitely worth remembering. She'd been covered in bite marks and bruises and scratches, as had he. The broken pool stick the only evidence of where they'd been at the time. Giggling lightly JK looked to Chains. There was no doubting that JK was a fun person to be high around. She just relaxed so much that she didn't care about all the shit that surrounded them.
One of JK's biggest problems was that she was very into sex and physicality. So being near Chains and knowing what they were capable of and being high as well just made her libido well...ridiculous. "The warden's almost sent us to the hole for scaring the newbies today." She stated, knowing that she was carrying on the conversation. Not that that was abnormal. JK had watched plenty of girls since the two of them had been locked up. All these young things trying to get Chains to notice them and the only one he'd ever talk to was her. Oh, the irony.
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Post by Chains on Jan 23, 2009 5:37:31 GMT -5
Chains chuckled while listening to JK giggling. It was so different of her compared to her usual tweaked eyebrow or sneer. He watched her, unable to remain steely since he was enjoying the buzz of two substances along with the cigarettes. He shifted over to her, wanting to take a hit while being a close range passive smoker. "You got us out of it how?" He asked with a smirk, not realising that he was close enough for his chain to press into her side.
He let out a small laugh and traded the cigarette for the pipe again. He didn't care how close they were, or if the chain rubbed on her. Even high he still didn't care about anything, he was quite the selfish bastard at wbjd.
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Post by jk on Jan 23, 2009 6:10:12 GMT -5
Giving him a cheeky grin Jk continued sharing the pipe with him before tucking away it's empty self. At the question of how she got them out of it JK's grin only grew wider. "I have the most amazing powers of persuasion." She said simply, taking another drag off her cigarette.
Looking down at the feeling of something touching her hip JK smirked. HIs chain nudging against her side. What was it that just struck her as so hot about this guy? She couldn't even count the ways. Reaching out she gently toyed with it. "Mind telling me why you picked a chain?" She asked, her tone light. Nothing at the moment could kill JK's light and chilled out mood. She was just too...high for the world at the moment.
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Post by Chains on Jan 23, 2009 6:32:57 GMT -5
Chains laughed and nudged her again, watching her put away the pipe. He wasn't high enough to flirt like a normal person so he just watched her and laughed, finding it funny that she was persuasive seeing as he always felt the urge to do the opposite of whatever it was she'd say.
When she touched his chain, asking about it, he frowned and looked away for a moment. There was nothing that could sober him up fasting than mentioning Laura. Yes if the subject were changed quickly he'd probably be laughing soon enough but arms were soon raised away from the chain, feeling as if it would burn his skin. "To remember. To stop from repeating mistakes." He replied, thinking she meant why did he still carry one around, not why use one in the first place. He looked at her and his eyes went wide, not seeing JK but a brief flash of Laura. They didn't really resemble each other but the quirkiness was there in both of them. It scared the shit out of him.
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Post by jk on Jan 23, 2009 6:38:04 GMT -5
Pulling her hand from his chain JK pulled her pipe out once more and loaded a personal bowl, handing it to Chains. "You need that." She said without hesitation, still smoking her cigarette. As for his explanation on the chain she didn't need to know more...she didn't want to. The way he was looking at her after he answered was enough to make JK scared, not for herself, but for him and what problems inside his head she had caused by asking such a personal question. "I didn't mean to offend." She said slowly, her voice low, her high still completely with her. Whenever JK was high she felt very much like she was in a movie. Which was the only thing that made it hard for her to focus one thing for too long. Flash to the next scene type of shit.
Tilting her head to the side as Chains toked JK seriously wondered what it was like to mean something to him. To be so important that he'd do anything for you. She knew he'd defend her, fight for her, but was that it? Or was there something more buried between them? She honestly had no idea and half the time the curiosity was kicking her ass. Stubbing out her cigarette JK leaned back against the wall, her finger hooking into his Chain and pulling him against her ever so slightly and nonchalantly it was almost a non-existent action. But she felt it, and the emotion it caused in her was so foreign she didn't want it to flash across her expression.
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Post by Chains on Jan 23, 2009 7:09:11 GMT -5
Chains really needed to lay of the painkillers before getting high. He wanted to take more but he had a feeling it would only make things worse. He pushed it away from him and looked down for a moment, totally off his nut as he tried to convince himself that Laura wasn't there. Laura was gone and it was his fault. She wasn't sitting there with him with a different hair cut. He looked up again only to see Laura, clear as day sitting beside him.
He knew deep down it wasn't her but it was so easy to get rid of those thoughts when what he wanted to believe was staring him in the face. He was being ridiculous, mental even but he loved his Laura so much that even pretending to be with her could be enough sometimes. Normally whenever he did anything sexual with JK it was out of pure fury, an actual fight for power between the two of them. It was the kind of sex only Chains would engage him while Jason had always been a tad too.. Tender.
Leaning forward he grabbed her cheek, still a tad roughly but not as bad as usual, and he pulled her in, kissing her hard, eyes shut. Laura, Laura, Laura. It had to be. He hadn't murdered the woman he loved. He hadn't destroyed three lives in one hit. No. He couldn't have because there she was, pressed against him. It was fine. He just had to show it.
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Post by jk on Jan 23, 2009 7:15:20 GMT -5
The feeling of Chains fingertips on her cheek almost shocked her into jerking away. But when she realized it was gentle she didn't really stop to think as her eyes studied his before they closed and their lips meshed together. The look in his eyes had actually freaked her out a little bit. Causing her stomach to flip here and there. That wasn't Chains looking at JK, if she didn't know any better she'd say he'd gone into a different world of his own...where she wasn't herself but someone else. And if she were anyone else JK would've freaked. But they were all locked up...none of them could judge each other.
Allowing one hand to pocket the loaded pipe she brought her free hand to his cheek. The gentleness with which she did so even freaked her out. JK was rarely a gentle person at this point in her life, especially towards Chains. But something inside her said that he needed it. Needed her to be whoever he was seeing. Whatever was between JK and Chains didn't make any sense..yet it made more sense than anything else at the same time. Hell, maybe they were all a little bit crazy inside.
In allowing Chains to take her as someone else, her teeth grazing his bottom lip gently, she was allowing herself to picture her own memory. Her own guy, the guy she didn't care for and adored at the same time. And so there they were, two crazy people high off their asses...kissing each other and desperately wishing they were kissing someone else.
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