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revivalproject2024-11-03 03:36 pm
harderdaddy) wrote in revivalproject2024-11-03 03:36 pm
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Addicted to this feelin', I can't help but swallow up your poison
Who: Angel Dust, OTA
What: Withdrawals
Where: The mines
When: Zombie Event
Warnings: Addiction, Withdrawals, Drugs
Angel hadn’t counted on being rounded up into a mine in the midst of the zombie outbreak, and as such, had maybe one hit’s worth stashed on his person. Even rationing it out, it doesn’t take long before he’s feeling the aches of withdrawal. At least the relative lack of food means he has nothing to retch up.
They’re a few days in when Angel tries to skulk off into the shadows, crouching down with strained breaths. Pulling the baggie from his chest fluff he curses, there’s barely anything left. His hands shake as he tries to tap the meagre remains of power out onto the back of his hand. It’s not enough but it’s something. But before he brings it up to his nose he’s jostled from behind. The demon swears desperately, clawing at the mine floor and attempting to snort what he finds only to wrinkle his nose in disgust. Nothing but dirt and dust.
“You fuckin’-“ Teeth bared, Angel turns on you with his eyes a glow.
What: Withdrawals
Where: The mines
When: Zombie Event
Warnings: Addiction, Withdrawals, Drugs
Angel hadn’t counted on being rounded up into a mine in the midst of the zombie outbreak, and as such, had maybe one hit’s worth stashed on his person. Even rationing it out, it doesn’t take long before he’s feeling the aches of withdrawal. At least the relative lack of food means he has nothing to retch up.
They’re a few days in when Angel tries to skulk off into the shadows, crouching down with strained breaths. Pulling the baggie from his chest fluff he curses, there’s barely anything left. His hands shake as he tries to tap the meagre remains of power out onto the back of his hand. It’s not enough but it’s something. But before he brings it up to his nose he’s jostled from behind. The demon swears desperately, clawing at the mine floor and attempting to snort what he finds only to wrinkle his nose in disgust. Nothing but dirt and dust.
“You fuckin’-“ Teeth bared, Angel turns on you with his eyes a glow.