[Open] Bad candy has got you now
Characters: Ryoki and anyone
Location: Clinic
Rating: F for fucked-up R for violence, drugs, sexual innuendos and cursing
Time: November 26th, 4 am
Description: After 3 days without drugs, Ryoki goes on rampage and tries to rob the clinic. This, basically.
The first day he held himself pretty well. He only destroyed the room and tried to smash the TV. Physically, aside not being hungry, Ryoki felt fine.
The second day, things begun to change. He felt his eyes wet, running nose, shivers and sporadic goose-bumps; from time to time he had this uncontrollable itch that would go away as soon as he scratched himself. That’s when he stopped being able to sleep properly, and begun to sweat and experience muscle discomfort hit in his spine, neck and limbs.
The third day was the worse he has ever felt. The pain became physical. It felt like pins-and-needles being buried not in a leg but in his whole body and joints. If he even dreamed of doing something aside thinking of drugs, the pain would worsen.
Ryoki had told Haru they’d go together, but at that point he didn’t even remember Haru and he didn’t remember what he had promised his friend. Haru was out to work and Ryoki was beginning to feel itchy all over his body. An itch that - this time - wasn’t going away. He had to get out. He needed drugs. The thought of drugs eased the pain.
The bull quickly gets up and grabs the bat he had used to smash the TV and completely blind, he rushes towards the only place he knew that would have drugs: the clinic.
The bull stopped in front of the building. At least he had the tact to cover his head with doing this. It didn’t matter, though. With the bat in his hand, Ryoki screamed at the door. “Open up!” he didn’t even try to open up, he just kicked the door that moment and walked inside.
He swung the bat, hitting whatever was in his way and possibly making enough noise to inform anyone inside that something was going on. He hummed happily meantime “Live your life hooked on a line and bad candy keeps you feeling fine~” with that last line, the bat hits the furniture and the bull just laughs, amused, joining in few kicks.
So, where would they keep morphine?
[ooc: I'm going to divide this log in two]
Location: Clinic
Rating: F for fucked-up R for violence, drugs, sexual innuendos and cursing
Time: November 26th, 4 am
Description: After 3 days without drugs, Ryoki goes on rampage and tries to rob the clinic. This, basically.
The first day he held himself pretty well. He only destroyed the room and tried to smash the TV. Physically, aside not being hungry, Ryoki felt fine.
The second day, things begun to change. He felt his eyes wet, running nose, shivers and sporadic goose-bumps; from time to time he had this uncontrollable itch that would go away as soon as he scratched himself. That’s when he stopped being able to sleep properly, and begun to sweat and experience muscle discomfort hit in his spine, neck and limbs.
The third day was the worse he has ever felt. The pain became physical. It felt like pins-and-needles being buried not in a leg but in his whole body and joints. If he even dreamed of doing something aside thinking of drugs, the pain would worsen.
Ryoki had told Haru they’d go together, but at that point he didn’t even remember Haru and he didn’t remember what he had promised his friend. Haru was out to work and Ryoki was beginning to feel itchy all over his body. An itch that - this time - wasn’t going away. He had to get out. He needed drugs. The thought of drugs eased the pain.
The bull quickly gets up and grabs the bat he had used to smash the TV and completely blind, he rushes towards the only place he knew that would have drugs: the clinic.
The bull stopped in front of the building. At least he had the tact to cover his head with doing this. It didn’t matter, though. With the bat in his hand, Ryoki screamed at the door. “Open up!” he didn’t even try to open up, he just kicked the door that moment and walked inside.
He swung the bat, hitting whatever was in his way and possibly making enough noise to inform anyone inside that something was going on. He hummed happily meantime “Live your life hooked on a line and bad candy keeps you feeling fine~” with that last line, the bat hits the furniture and the bull just laughs, amused, joining in few kicks.
So, where would they keep morphine?
[ooc: I'm going to divide this log in two]