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Alex Stern ([personal profile] takecourage) wrote2020-06-20 09:11 pm
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Nothing's taking the edge off anymore. She's been drinking and getting high most days but, unless she's locked in the apartment, the grays are driving her mad. It seems to be worse since she broke up with Darlington; she can't keep a hold on it anymore. She'd mentioned it in passing to Kavinsky, knowing that he deals, and he's hooked her up with some fentanyl, which just makes her think of Hellie.

She sits slumped on a bench, staring out into space, the drugs and gear tucked into her satchel at her side. She remembers this kind of hole from before. Maybe she won't figure out how to climb out this time.
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[personal profile] selfishdreamer 2020-06-22 02:31 am (UTC)(link)
Things have been... kind of weird lately. With school finally out, Rue doesn't really know what to do with her time. Between bugging Steve and Peter and finding excuses to be around Robin, there hasn't been much else going on. It's after she finds herself on the verge of a Space Hospital binge that she decides to go to the park instead, popping a xanny bar before heading out from the Home.

She spots Alex on a bench, and it'd be a lie to say she doesn't feel a little relieved that she's not the only one feeling kind of crappy today.

"Wow, you look like shit," she says, casually taking a seat next to ALex without asking.
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[personal profile] selfishdreamer 2020-06-26 01:42 am (UTC)(link)
"Yeah, sometimes," Rue admits with a frown. Maybe not so much in Darrow, at least not at first. But back home, it had been getting hard to shake the idea that she was just a burden on everyone around her. She always would be, to her mom, to Gia, to Jules...

There aren't as many people in Darrow who even give a shit, at least.
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[personal profile] selfishdreamer 2020-07-04 02:43 am (UTC)(link)
...things to try.

Rue's thoughts go first to her own bullshit. The xanny bars and the OCs, every other thing she could get from Fezco back home just to drown everything out. But somehow, she doesn't think that's what Alex is talking about.

"Like... what?" Rue asks, not daring to hazard a guess. Alex has always seemed cool, but giving herself away seems like a bad fucking idea.
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[personal profile] selfishdreamer 2020-07-04 07:10 pm (UTC)(link)
It hits quick. You like the way that feels?

Truthfully, Rue doesn't remember much about that night at Fez's. At least not after the fentanyl. Two seconds of nothing stretched into what felt like fucking hours, and next thing she knew, she was home with Jules. Nothing fucking compares to fentanyl. But at the mention of it, Rue tries not to look guilty or excited.

When she speaks, her voice is tentative, her posture cautious.

"Oxy?" she asks, testing the waters.
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[personal profile] selfishdreamer 2020-07-18 01:09 am (UTC)(link)
"I, uh... I actually heard that fentanyl basically does that," she says, fidgeting a little as she looks over at Alex, "You know, from a friend. Back home."

Of everything Rue has tried, nothing has even come close. Except maybe Jules. But that basically turned to shit.