Gale Fleming puckered her lips as she stared up at the concrete building above her. She blew a stern puff of air out from between her cheeks before inching forwards. The female poked a small hand inside the tattered bag hanging from her shoulder and tugged a large case into the daylight. She slid a pair of contact lenses over her dilated pupils, returning them to their natural size. A somewhat cocky grin spread over her cheeks despite the crippling fear that presided just beneath the surface. Gale moved forwards with ease, crossing over the concrete pathway and scurrying into the bushes where she pulled a cellphone out of her bag.
- fatalFracture [FF] began pestering cocaineRadiologist [CR] -
FF: im proud of you. you are a gentleman and a scholar my friend.
CR: Flattery won't work here, old man! IM STILL MAD.
FF: its for your own good. im saying this as your loving uncle rehab is just what you need.
CR: Maybe it's what you need you... FAT PERSON. But it isn't what I need!
FF: im not fat... i just have too much love for a normal size body...
FF: well look im not going to let you weasel out of this with petty insults. the a.h. home for troubled teens is where youre going. no more complaints. and no more speaking to me in such dude tones young lady.
CR: I didn't even want to talk to you today! You're the one who VIOLATED me with your stupid consistent pestering... Leave me alone stupid mean face old BAG!
FF: well. im appalled at you Gale. using such vile language in conversation im ashamed of you right now.
CR: Well... Good! IN FACT. I HOPE YOU EXPERIENCE A LONG STRING OF CONSISTENT UNFORTUNATE EVENTS YOU OBESE OLD CRONE.
FF: i think im going to leave before either of us say something we will really regret.
FF: good day to you.
CR: I HOPE YOU HAVE A TERRIBLE DAY.
- cocaineRadiologist [CR] stopped pestering fatalFracture [FF] -
FF: im still proud of you. though you may be no gentleman.
Gale wiped a small drop of liquid from the side of her eye. She blamed it on her contact lenses, nowhere near letting any of her 'I'm manlier than anyone' hubris slip away. The female wished she had smuggled more illegal substances with her into the rehabilitation center as she sniffed at the only remaining tablet of LSD in her purse. She placed it within her shirt after a moment of thought.
There would be multiple drug tests the moment she stepped within the walls of the rehabilitation center. Technically, it was called a home for troubled teens, but she knew the truth. Gale checked the hem of her new gray skirt, looking for any areas where someone might have been able to discover what was hidden within it. She didn't care very much for the uniform she'd been given. A white shirt with a pill on it to symbolize the section she had been assigned to. Drug addiction was her downfall.
Gale slithered over to the front entrance with a rather pouty look on her face. She paused as her hand hovered over the door handle. Now was the best time to get a feel for her surroundings, she figured, withdrawing slowly as she pivoted on her heels. Gale went clipping down a ramp and into what appeared to be the outskirts of a lush garden. The only things being grown in it were pumpkins, though, which seemed to be a little strange. A young woman in a pair of heavy overalls peeked up from behind a particularly large vegetable.
She wiped the sweat off her brow, leaving streaks of dirt in the presence of her hand, and tied her long black hair into a low ponytail. The female waved over to Gale, squinting a pair of glass covered green eyes in the harsh glow of the sun. Gale waved back and returned the smile. The two quickly continued going about their business. Gale passed the garden and managed upon a parking lot. What with it being the weekend and all, the spaces remained entirely deserted. That was, all except for one.
Gale crept over to the space rather fearfully. She wasn't quite sure what had happened and she wasn't quite sure that it actually had happened because she was still buzzing from quite the last hurrah before her entrance into the Hell-hole. She stooped down low over the incident, puckering her lips in thought. Gale decided it would best to lie down and mimic the actions of the creature she had stumbled upon, just in case he was dangerous.
"Do you want some help?" she inquired, raising an eyebrow.
"...Uhh... W-well... N-no I... I guess... I m-ean... N-not unless you w-wanna... Help... P-pl-please..." the creature appeared to be quite meek, actually. Gale wasn't sure whether it needed assistance or not, but she was no longer afraid of it so she returned to a sitting position.
"So... Yes?" she drew out the S as she spoke, raising both arms in confusion.
"... Pu-please..." the creature begged. Gale studied it for a moment before deciding to assist. It was a small child, below average height and rather thin, with its hair cut into a rather stylish mohawk. He wore a button up black shirt over a plain brown T-shirt with a frowning face on it. Gale was pretty sure that meant the emotional instability sector. It appeared that this young man, Gale had finally decided it was a male, had fallen out of his wheelchair rather tragically. She grabbed him by the waist and lifted him with surprising ease into his chair. He was light. Gale was legitimately concerned he might float away if she wasn't careful.
"Better?" she quirked her head to the side.
"T-thank you! ... Ah... S-sorry... Loud... Thank you v-very much." the young man looked up at Gale with idolizing brown eyes. She felt compelled to tousle his hair but thought she might actually scare him to death if she did that. He looked so fragile she didn't even want him to see the symbol on her shirt. Gale couldn't imagine the young boy to know what drugs were, let alone understand that she was addicted to them. Well, not all drugs. Only cocaine, Vicodin, OxyContin, LSD, PCP, amphetamines, ecstasy, magic mushrooms, heroin, compressed air, paint thinner, opium, barbiturates, and sometimes sharpies and papers fresh out of the printer.
'But, you know, only sometimes.' Gale thought,
'And always in moderation! Not gonna take too much of a good thing! Good thing... Great thing... The best thing... Best... Best, best, great, good, best... Best.'
"Uh... R-really... Thank yo-you..." a timid voice called Gale back from her intense thoughts on the word best. She whipped her head back to face him and grinned.
"Much thanks! I mean... I mean welcome. Right! You are welcome, I'm glad I could help." Gale's eye twitched sharply. Something about withdrawals went flying through her mind, but she was so scattered she hardly noticed it. An awkward silence cluttered the air after that.
"What's your name?" Gale didn't much take to silence. She turned her amber eyes on the young man, smiling and beginning to lose control over her twitch.
"... O-oh... Uh... Me...? I... I'm T-Tavros... T-Tavros Nitram..." he smiled back at her nervously, avoiding eye contact as much as physically possible.
Hello mooncalves! This happens to be my very first story so don't shoot me in the face please! I've never really been on here before and I had this idea lying around from a while ago! Hopefully you mooncalves like it and leave me some reviews and stuff! Thanks for reading!
~MFH
