Post by Deleted on Apr 3, 2013 13:57:51 GMT -8
Just far enough into the dead, frosty forest to not be seen by prying eyes, Jesse Boye had stopped to sit on a dilapidated stump to get stoned out of his god damn mind. Using a text book as a flat surface, he had pulled out his favorite brand of rolling papers and a small bag of stick buds and was rolling the tightest joint you'd ever seen. He used the end of a quill to pack it down, and licked the edge of the paper to stick it all together. Joint rolling was an art for the little boy, and after a few minutes of making sure he had done it right, he had himself an escape for the rest of the afternoon. He scrapped what little mess of leaves he had made back into his plastic baggie, and put everything away into his bag before sticking the cardpaper-filtered end into his mouth and lighting up.
He leaned back against the cold wood of a nearby tree and let himself relax into in. he pulled the joint away from him slowly, and after a moment of holding the smoke deep in his lungs, he let the thick, warm smoke trickle out the corner of his lips. Today was a cold day, and snow floated down towards the earth slowly, romantically. It was a cloudy day, and there were very few shadows cast about in the midst of the gloomy woods. What little light there was twinkled off the falling flakes, making them dance like fireflies in the soft breeze. Today was an sleepy day, and as it wound down towards sunset, it felt like the whole world was falling into a dream.
Or maybe that was just the THC hitting his system, Jesse thought, as he pulled the roll of paper back up to his lips for a fifth pull.
Today was a dress down day, as much of the winter was for the boy. Winter was just too cold for stockings and bare thighs. Today he had settles on black dress pants with a red plaid skirt over top of it, ripped and stitched up in numerous places to look 'punk'. He had paired this with a homemade blouse and vest, but none of this could be seen under his long, black military coat. What could be seen was his dark makeup and his black and silver rocker hair style.
He swore he could have watched the snow fall for hours after a long day of classes. Who know, he might have been out there for that long already! The drug was starting to take control of his mind, making it hard for him to remember or concentrate on anything. His thoughts jumped from one idea to the next, never staying long, and always leading back to how damn cold it was. It was cold out though, wasn't it. He couldn't tell, but he was hungry, that was for sure. No... not really hungry, he had eaten supper only a few minutes ago, so he probably just wanted to taste something. Dinner had only been a half an hour ago, right? Man he was cold.Maybe it was time he head inside? His afternoon smoke was nearly done for the day anyways.
With what was left of his smoke burning on his lips, Jesse shoved his hands into the pockets of his coat, and clumsily go to his feet. He couldn't feel the pain in his hip anymore, but he noticed he was still walking with a limp, so it must have been there. The cold did that too him. It tensed him muscles around the artificial joint and caused him to walk funny. He really should be walking with a crutch or a cane or something, but that just wasn't an option if he wanted to look cool. So he struggled on without, through his days at Hogwarts, and now, though the fresh snow that covered most of the forest floor and made it hard to navigate. Which way had he come from? He wondered as he tripped about the roots hidden by the fresh snow. Where was the castle? Was it there? Just beyond-
Something slipped just under his feet and before the boy could even let out a scream, he had plummeted through a hole under the snow, into a dark, muddy cave. Jesse landed on the frozen ground with a hard thump, causing his bag, and what was left of his roach to go flying off into the dark. "Shit!" He hissed, pulling himself up slowly, with the help of the root covered walls, and looked up to the hole he had fallen into. It wasn't too far up, maybe only three feet above him; but three feet was far enough, and despite how hard the short boy tried, he couldn't reach the ledge to pull himself up. If he had his wand, he could just levitate himself up, but where was his bag? He couldn't see it. The only light in the hole was from the Jesse shaped opening at the top, and with the sun quickly disappearing for the evening, there was little chance of him finding it without a light.
"Talk about a buzz kill" the boy sighed slowly, still obviously buzzed. What the hell was he supposed to do now. "Help?" He called out, unsure if anyone could or would even hear him, but he had to try, "HELP? SOMEBODY, GET ME OUT OF HERE! HELP!"
He leaned back against the cold wood of a nearby tree and let himself relax into in. he pulled the joint away from him slowly, and after a moment of holding the smoke deep in his lungs, he let the thick, warm smoke trickle out the corner of his lips. Today was a cold day, and snow floated down towards the earth slowly, romantically. It was a cloudy day, and there were very few shadows cast about in the midst of the gloomy woods. What little light there was twinkled off the falling flakes, making them dance like fireflies in the soft breeze. Today was an sleepy day, and as it wound down towards sunset, it felt like the whole world was falling into a dream.
Or maybe that was just the THC hitting his system, Jesse thought, as he pulled the roll of paper back up to his lips for a fifth pull.
Today was a dress down day, as much of the winter was for the boy. Winter was just too cold for stockings and bare thighs. Today he had settles on black dress pants with a red plaid skirt over top of it, ripped and stitched up in numerous places to look 'punk'. He had paired this with a homemade blouse and vest, but none of this could be seen under his long, black military coat. What could be seen was his dark makeup and his black and silver rocker hair style.
He swore he could have watched the snow fall for hours after a long day of classes. Who know, he might have been out there for that long already! The drug was starting to take control of his mind, making it hard for him to remember or concentrate on anything. His thoughts jumped from one idea to the next, never staying long, and always leading back to how damn cold it was. It was cold out though, wasn't it. He couldn't tell, but he was hungry, that was for sure. No... not really hungry, he had eaten supper only a few minutes ago, so he probably just wanted to taste something. Dinner had only been a half an hour ago, right? Man he was cold.Maybe it was time he head inside? His afternoon smoke was nearly done for the day anyways.
With what was left of his smoke burning on his lips, Jesse shoved his hands into the pockets of his coat, and clumsily go to his feet. He couldn't feel the pain in his hip anymore, but he noticed he was still walking with a limp, so it must have been there. The cold did that too him. It tensed him muscles around the artificial joint and caused him to walk funny. He really should be walking with a crutch or a cane or something, but that just wasn't an option if he wanted to look cool. So he struggled on without, through his days at Hogwarts, and now, though the fresh snow that covered most of the forest floor and made it hard to navigate. Which way had he come from? He wondered as he tripped about the roots hidden by the fresh snow. Where was the castle? Was it there? Just beyond-
Something slipped just under his feet and before the boy could even let out a scream, he had plummeted through a hole under the snow, into a dark, muddy cave. Jesse landed on the frozen ground with a hard thump, causing his bag, and what was left of his roach to go flying off into the dark. "Shit!" He hissed, pulling himself up slowly, with the help of the root covered walls, and looked up to the hole he had fallen into. It wasn't too far up, maybe only three feet above him; but three feet was far enough, and despite how hard the short boy tried, he couldn't reach the ledge to pull himself up. If he had his wand, he could just levitate himself up, but where was his bag? He couldn't see it. The only light in the hole was from the Jesse shaped opening at the top, and with the sun quickly disappearing for the evening, there was little chance of him finding it without a light.
"Talk about a buzz kill" the boy sighed slowly, still obviously buzzed. What the hell was he supposed to do now. "Help?" He called out, unsure if anyone could or would even hear him, but he had to try, "HELP? SOMEBODY, GET ME OUT OF HERE! HELP!"
