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Take a whiff of this suicide, holla at me cuz I got it all day~
You see, Daniel was like your average American 16 year old teenager. Loved partying, getting drunk off his ass, and the main course:Smoking weed. He loved the drug, despite the protests of his parents. He didn't have peer pressure unlike most who tried it, it was pure curiousity that got him hooked on the Drug. He found it wasn't as dangerous as most had made it out to be, and since 13 years old he was smoking it almost every day. Mainly when his parents weren't around or when he was hanging out with his friends to avoid rants. It was his life,to say the least. When he wasn't drinking, partying(or in some cases was partying anyway), etc. He was likely found taking a puff of Weed. Daniel failed to realize that, even the most harmless recreational drugs can have terrible and downright deadly side effects if used one too many times. And he found this out the hard way. While partying at a local fancy club somewhere downtown one night, he decided it would be a good idea to go out and take a few puffs of the Weed he kept in his hoodie. Daniel exited the club, pausing by the front door and rolling up a blunt. He took a few puffs before he found himself suddenly slide down the wall, eyes getting abit heavy before they closed completely. Overdosage of Marijuana had ended up killing him, but mere minutes after his heart stopped working, it began to beat again. Yet at a much faster rate. The Drug had somehow gotten into his system fully, and practically took over his entire body. A physical manifestation. Now Daniel WAS the drug. He WAS Marijuana. Instead of his normal white backround that his eyes had, they had been turned red. Blue Irises and Red backround. His blood pressure was unusually high, along with having his reaction time being slowed down quite abit. His appetite had increased at a dramatic rate, and he appeared to have a distorted sense of time, Paranoia, short-term memory loss, etc. The both physical and physcological effects of the Drug became his normal bodily functions. Now, if Daniel were to breath out heavily in your presence, it would release some sort of odd smoke. That if inhaled, would place the inhaler under the effects of the drug. He IS Marijuana now, and he's pretty much always high.
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this account in no way promotes the use of Drugs in any way shape or form. it is created simply for Roleplaying purposes. wether more accounts of this type arise in the future is not the fault of the admins themselves. i do not take this drug, i likely never will.
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[[ asfkla, thanks for watching~ ; u ;
RP? ]]
{ / facepalm
/ Noahhhhh
/ whyyyyyyyy <33
/ chucks this at you and runs for her life- }
The world was never always the same, thing changed from time to time to prevent beings of the earth from doing things and making their own path. Almost everything planned out for people was like a maze, a chain of events some would say. One route could take you down into the suffering and horror side of life, the other was the complete opposite. There was no other paths to take that was chosen to these beings likings, it was all layed out for them on a heavenly plate, they had no idea what to expect each time. But, some paths altered at times as they went zigzagged as you were tugged against them as some of the time there would be good things happening in your life, but as that second happens and ends, something is always bound to turn bad, whatever the cause it may be. It was always changing, and sometimes, it wasn’t the peoples fault, neither their personality’s nor their thoughts, it was always the Earth itself. The Earth had changed and moved through many eras around the time ever since the countries were born, England being one of them, the countries had transformed in shape and fought for other land, and through it all until this very day, England had survived.
The country was now generally walking the streets of his humble, yet, lively city, smelling the fresh air at last. Being that he was working in his small booth from time to time, focusing on his paperwork and doing his usual habits, it felt nice for a change to just go out and get some air. He was really walking to the café just around the corner from work, but because he had just said to his boss that he would, ‘get sum Rosy Lee’ he had to be relatively quick otherwise his boss would go mad and throw a tantrum at him. It wasn’t the fact that Arthur didn’t like his job, he just liked to see himself as the noble, gentlemanly country that showed pride in his work and everything that he so possible strived to do. But it was just the fact that his punk side kept kicking in from time to time, even when he was not at work.
Arthur had had his punk moments, in the age when rock ‘n roll truly inspired him to be the man he was today as he listened to all those famous singers that seemed to make him live further in his life. He hated that the people of the world had turned against the most ‘decent’ music any being would have enjoyed as they went to go listen to things like as Arthur liked to phrase it: ‘techna.’ and ‘r&b’. All the occasional music that would scream in his ear and send him the most frightful headaches of his life, but overall, he was delighted that only ‘some’, not all, but ‘some’ of his honourable people were in fact punks themselves as they helped others around them to stimulate them back to that time of the most reputable music in years. He was a punk himself, only when he wasn’t working, like right now for instance. If he wasn’t at work right now, he’d perhaps maybe strumming his guitar in the local parks near the street, attracting the attention of individuals that passed him by.
But right now, he was currently making his way to the anonymous café he had hardly visited, hoping to get a nice cup of hot tea and perhaps some scones if they were serving any. As he sauntered inside, he instantly enfolded his arms around his body, regretting that he didn’t bring his raven-coloured leather jacket with him and the fact that he was freezing to death from the sudden cold atmosphere of the café. What was going on, had they lost their temperature, or were they just running low on money to pay their bills? He certainly didn’t have a clue as he strolled himself inside, his teeth chattering from the frostiness around him. He was sure that it was warmer outside as the summer breeze hit his face and form, what was wrong with this café? Why was it so darn cold? As he slumped onto the barstool opposite him ordered his cup of tea, he wondered what other bad occurrences could possibly happen to him, whether he was going to be gliding down that bad path of the luck.
[ omfg
such an intimidating starter
let me just
fail horribly at a reply ahhh
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Now Daniel, being the personification of the drug of Marijuana, was normally one to go party and get even higher then he already was. It was his style, the style of being the very drug he was heavily addicted to before his 'Death' so to speak. But tonight he was feeling a little bit...calmer, if one would say. He felt as if he just needed to sit down, maybe have a cup of coffee or two, and actually TRY to get some sleep as opposed to the past four nights. So there he began to walk, a stoned-looking smile on his teenaged face as he seemed to try and glance around for a Cafe. Even being a drug, he did have the money to at least buy around 7 meals, 4 of which could be from a fancy resturant before he'd need to actually get a job. Why not spend a few dollars on a little day-ender?
Eventually he found it, a local Cafe somewhere. He didn't know where, but he didn't exactly care either. As long as it served half-decent coffee and latte, he was happy. He walked in,breathing out and allowing a small whiff of Marijuana smoke to escape his nostrils. Thankfully it dissappeared before it could get to anyone inside. Daniel sat down after grabbing a coffee and leaving a few bucks on the counter, chuckling slight in a way which was a painful giveaway that he was high off his ass. He didn't really pay much mind to the obvious glances and stares he got from some of the men and women in the Cafe, nor did he WANT to pay mind to them. He was lost in his little Marijuana fantasy world, and it was clear it would take things near-impossible to bring him out of it. He was the Keeper of the drug after all.
ooc; woot woo t ]//Awkwardly approaches the other, her hands constantly turning this way and that way within her pockets.//She stops once she reaches him, and just sorta stands by him.//Stays quiet, looking down.
[ mmmstarters eue ]
//hey look another drug
//aw she's so cute looking-
how's it goinn-
//damnit stop sounding high-
ooc; awwwye e v e }( She glances to the side before gazing up at him, her expression shy and a little uncomfortable )Uh- Hi-( She doesn't really like being around people she doesn't know amg and isn't weed bad for you she doesn't know ??? )
shy?
cute-
//goofysmile
//that height difference
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