[OPEN] pain pills and coffee grounds

[jordan marcus ballard]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style, background-color:#666666; width:450px; padding:0px; border: 12px solid #1c1c1c;] [style=width: 120px; height:120px; float: left; background: transparent; padding: 0px 0px 0px 20px;][style=width: 100px; height:100px; float: left; background: url(http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ma2brmNOJy1rdp7w3o1_100.gif); border: 7px solid #1c1c1c;] [/style] fate fell short this time [style=width: 404px; height:60px; background: transparent; font-size: 10px; font-family: georgia; letter-spacing:2px; line-height:105%; text-align: justify; padding:5px 0px 0px 0px;]YOUR SMILE FADES IN THE SUMMER. PLACE YOUR HAND IN MINE, I'LL LEAVE WHEN I WANNA. - - - - - - - - - - - [/style] TAGGED: open WORDS: 210 STATUS: complete Jordan knew stealing medication from the hospital had been a risky move, but at this point he couldn't even be bothered to care. He looked down into his coffee thoughtfully, slipping a pill from his pocket and into his mouth before swallowing it with a sip of his drink. Blue eyes looked around the shop, more like home than anything elese around here seemed to be. Whenever he wasn't being tested on, he could usually be found here if not helping the coroner or somebody else in order to earn credits to buy his coffee in the first place. It was..peaceful here, and quiet, a good place to sit before he made himself numb to the world. It had gotten even harder when he started gaining the ability to feel everything everyone else around him did. He was often depressed enough, and all the anger and grief and confusion in this place had him practically losing his mind half the time. So he had found ways to continue with his addiction- and that meant stealing medicine. Pills and cough syrup. It helped, being on their side, helping them out. It was esaier to smuggle bottles that way. And only time could tell when he would be caught. NOTES: whut [/style]

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[perseus james rudman]

Did Perseus need coffee? No. Was he going to get it anyways? You could bet your life on it. He'd begged his brother for the money to go grab it, not really concerned with the staff wondering how he'd gotten ahold of medical staff's money. If they didn't know who he was by now, he couldn't help them. He ordered his coffee, sliding the money across the counter to the girl. She seemed unamused by what she held, and handed him his coffee in return.

Perseus realized two things at once- that the place was empty except for one kid, and that he really, really wanted a chocolate bar all of a sudden. So being Perseus, he walked over to the boy, and sat himself down across from him. "I know who you are!" He smiled, taking a sip of his coffee. "You're the guy who's always helping people. I saw you with Deac a time or two."

[jordan marcus ballard]

Eyes lifted to the source of noise at the barista counter, and Jordan pushed his bangs back, fixing his bandana. He'd tried tuning out the feeling if others, but it was too difficult. So he could only be glad that this guy had energy rediating off of him more than anything else. "Yeah," He drawled with a faint smile, tracing his finger in circles over the top of his cup. He bit his lip a moment, then shifted his weight. The hand under the table slid his next pill back into his pocket before resting on the table. "You're his brother, huh?" It was easy to see appearance wise, but not so much when it came to personality. While Jordan preferred Deacon's silence, he didn't always like the moods he picked up from him compared to this guy.

[perseus james rudman]

Perseus nodded, downing half of his coffee before he sat it down. "Can't say I'm too proud of being the brother of the freak who plays with dead people. But yeah. He's my older brother." He said, shrugging his shoulders. He'd always been the polar opposite of his brother. But the way the two of them downed coffee was enough to prove they were related. "Don't remember your name though." He said, looking over at the boy with a smile.

[jordan marcus ballard]

"Ehm, Jordan," He murmured with a sheepish smile before lifting his cup to his lips again. He leaned back in his chair a little more, looking around the quiet shop. He could only wonder where his own brother was. Jordan had agreed to get help if Zain would, yet both had instead got the opposite. Zain, as cynical, crazy and sex addicted as ever, and Jordan still popping pills. He avoided his brother at all costs however. Barely anyone would know they were related unless they knew last names.

[perseus james rudman]

Perseus nodded as he said his name, then downed the rest of his coffee. He'd wished he'd conned more money out of his brother, but he'd been busy with a body so he couldn't do much more than nod at his front pocket. "I'm Perseus." He told him, walking over to the trashcan to throw away his empty cup. He felt in his pocket for any sign of money. He would have settled for a baggie of drugs in his pocket. Anything to keep him awake. Sleeping was a waste of time for him. But unlike most people, he liked his stuff crushed and inhaled. "Fuck.." He muttered, then climbed back into his seat. "Why're you here? They promised you candy too?" He asked curiously.

[jordan marcus ballard]

Jordan shook his head. "Coffee. And it's quiet here." He tapped his head. "Empathy. All those guys out there? I can tell every mood and feeling." He frowned, finishing his coffee before tapping his cup on the table. He eyed the candy bar prices, and fished out enough to offer to the guy. "Here," He breathed softly, smiling.

[perseus james rudman]

"Oh. Cool. What kind of weird vibes do you get from me?" He asked, not sure he'd ever met someone before who could feel feelings. It seemed odd to him. But knowing almost everything was odd too, he supposed. He shook his head at the money, pulling out his change from his pocket. "I got enough. I'm just not sure I need anymore chocolate today." He lied. But he was sure the boy knew he was lying anyways. "My brother told me I don't need to take people's money. And if I want candy bars I need to get a job so I can buy them myself cause the nurses' complain to him cause I bother them.."

[jordan marcus ballard]

"Mainly...energy." He smirked faintly, taking his money back as Perseus spoke. Understadable enough he supposed. "They might always need another barista." He bit his lip then shrugged. While playful he was still so laid back and shy it wasn't even funny.

[perseus james rudman]

"Right." He smiled at the mention of the fact his energy was prominent. He didn't doubt it. His brother made sure to point out how hyper he was on a daily basis. "I don't like making coffee. I just like drinking it." He picked up an odd coin in his stack, looking it over carefully before he put it back with the other random coins.

[jordan marcus ballard]

Jordan shrugged. "Only a thought." He didn't like seeing dead bodies. But it kept him on their good side, got him what he wanted- access to the drugs. He ran a hand through his bangs slowly, looking around again. He wsn't really sure what to say to the rambuncious male.

[perseus james rudman]

Perseus nodded, chewing on his lip. He ran his tongue ring slowly over the roof of his mouth, wondering if he could go bother his brother to let him have a key to the medicine cabinet. But he doubted his brother would risk his job for his brother a quick high. "Wanna walk around with me and see what trouble we can get into?" He asked, smiling his way.

[jordan marcus ballard]

Jordan shrugged. "Only if we grab milkshakes first," He murmured softly, smiling the faintest bit. He stood up and threw his cup away, hands finding his pockets as he messed with the pills there. He had a bigger stash in his room, taking only bits at a time from bottles and leaving them under his pillow, in his sock drawer. Nobody would notice two or three pills missing in a shift. It the long run it added up nicely though.

[perseus james rudman]

Perseus perked up even more at the mention of a milkshake. "Duh! I'm not dumb enough to turn down a milkshake!" He told him, sliding off of his chair. He fixed the batman shirt he was wearing, stuffing his hands into the bright yellow jeans he was wearing. "My brother never lets me have sugar." He complained, walking towards the door.

[jordan marcus ballard]

Jordan could only guess why. But he didn't havethe guts to admit that. Instead he rolled a pill between his figers then drew his hands from his pockets and crossed them over his chest, leaving the coffee shop with the other male to head towards the dining hall. When they got there he bit his lip, ordering a vanilla shake and waiting for Perseus to choose what he was getting before paying for them.