Post by Damien Renton on Feb 17, 2008 11:34:57 GMT -5
Today was just one hell of a drug-filled week for Damien--not to imply that he went a week without any, but this week was damn near exceptional. The infirmary was boring and generally dull, so he found himself having nothing better to do than sit in one of his preferred spots and puff away on the blunt he'd just lit up.
The wind gave him trouble, and he was beyond frustrated at the flame in his palm. He'd just walked out and had yet to notice anyone- he hadn't caught site of any being on this side of the balcony, though he didn't think twice about rounding the corner and checking if anyone else was sitting on the sunny side. If worse came to worse, he could just fling the blunt off the rail.
He was a healer in the infirmary- who would dare question him, anyway? Aside from the assholes he was familiar with fro his previous years at Hogwarts, but that was, more or less, friendly banter. And if it wasn't friendly, they at least knew better than to report him.
Finally getting the thing lit and taking a few hits, he decided that he might as well investigate- the chill of the shady side he was currently smoking on helped this decision along, and he walked along the cylinder tower, peaking at some girl who was painting her heart out.
The smell of the acrylics hit him before he ever registered what she was doing, but it obviously didn't take a surgeon to figure it out. Curiosity hit him- she didn't even look familiar. Not that he knew everyone in the school- quite far from it. However, she looked older, and most of the elder students he'd at least seen before. Female at that.
"Wot are you painting?" It was a fast yet effective way to break the ice, at least in his mind. Unless she was super protective over her work- then he just might feel like a royal ass. Until the oxygen startedto be cut off from his brain, at least.
The wind gave him trouble, and he was beyond frustrated at the flame in his palm. He'd just walked out and had yet to notice anyone- he hadn't caught site of any being on this side of the balcony, though he didn't think twice about rounding the corner and checking if anyone else was sitting on the sunny side. If worse came to worse, he could just fling the blunt off the rail.
He was a healer in the infirmary- who would dare question him, anyway? Aside from the assholes he was familiar with fro his previous years at Hogwarts, but that was, more or less, friendly banter. And if it wasn't friendly, they at least knew better than to report him.
Finally getting the thing lit and taking a few hits, he decided that he might as well investigate- the chill of the shady side he was currently smoking on helped this decision along, and he walked along the cylinder tower, peaking at some girl who was painting her heart out.
The smell of the acrylics hit him before he ever registered what she was doing, but it obviously didn't take a surgeon to figure it out. Curiosity hit him- she didn't even look familiar. Not that he knew everyone in the school- quite far from it. However, she looked older, and most of the elder students he'd at least seen before. Female at that.
"Wot are you painting?" It was a fast yet effective way to break the ice, at least in his mind. Unless she was super protective over her work- then he just might feel like a royal ass. Until the oxygen startedto be cut off from his brain, at least.
