Purge (Open.)

[Zeniro]

Earlier

Zeniro let his body slump against a pillar under the board walk. The tide was out and the air was ripe with the salty taint of the sea. The drugs were still in his system, but the walk from the school grounds and the fresh air was slowly clearing his head. Despite the clarity of thought, the drugs he had been taking had a little trick up their sleave. Once you missed a course, and they started to get cleaned out of your system. Well that's when the shit really starts to kick in, Zeniro's eyes closed as he took in a deep breath...nausea was starting to kick in. His claw like nails dug savagely into the wood of the board walk pillar, his abdominal muscles taughtened and he felt the bile threaten to surge up his throat and spew from his mouth. His mouth watering and the unpleasent sensation growing ever more he lurched forward and couldn't hold back a dry heave. All that came from his lips was spit, Zeniro grimaced and spat again to try and clear this salty taste from his mouth. As he tried to straighten his powerful frame up he felt the feeling surge through his body again.

This time Zeniro threw up, the majority of it was liquid. It splashed into the sand and was almost immediately absorbed. Much to his dismay the feeling didn't subside as he threw up, instead he felt his stomache muscles spasm and once again his body attempted to purge itself of the poison coursing through his body. Zeniro spent a good 20 minutes simply resting against the pillar and throwing up. The after effects of these drugs was really starting to take it's toll. His body ached, his stomache churned and his muscles were spasming almost uncontrolably. Zeniro closed his eyes and gritted his teeth as a wave of pain washed over him. How long was this going to last?

Room 101 of the dorms...why the fuck didn't he just go to Kyu's room? Obviously he hadn't expected this, but he could still have done with a rest. His mind had been in turmoil much of the day and now Zeniro was both mentally and physically fatigued. Cursing softly under his breath Zeniro raised his bleary gaze to the sea and staggered towards it. Once the water began to flow around the ankles of his boot clad feet he simply allowed his body to collapse to its knees, he slumped forward and his hands spalshed through the water and onto the soft sand beneath. His hands cupped the cool water and he began to splash it onto his face.

Exhausted and feeling violently ill Zeniro simply stayed knelt in the water, his dark gaze staring out into the distance, as with a thousand times before his mind played through the fantasy of just walking into that great big blue and never coming back.

[Victoria Alexander]

"Zeniro Tangaroa"

The low feminine voice seemed to drift through the wind hitting him just as softly as the waves at his knees. The sand masking any sounds of the thick leather boots that came up behind him. He no doubt had not heard the arrival.

"Its been a long time since I have said that name."

Victoria standing behind him. Her hands in her hoodie pocket, her legs should length apart. She looked down at the ex Varron student not feeling sympathy for the ill ease teenager in front of her. She had seen him entering the boardwalk before her. She remember the 17 year old. He had a violent past. She remembered his file well.

Though she didn't know what came about her to follow him, to watch him as he moved through motions but she did anyway. The pain no doubt coursing through him by his actions on the post. She had no words for him nor condolences for his pain. No doubt self inflicted as he heaved his stomach contents on the sandy beach under his feet.

Now as he knelt in the wet sand, the water cascading rhythmically over his knees she stood behind him. He would feel it threatening and there was no telling what he hyped himself up with. Victoria seemed to actually have a small amount of concern for the students wellbeing. Her damned motherly instincts that in more ways than one had always gotten her in trouble. She knew she shouldn't give a damn but there was always some small part of her that couldn't let him be alone wither he wanted to be or not.

[Zeniro]

Zeniro's mind was on the verge of collapsing, his stare had lost all focus. His body had lost all control, instead the powerfully built young man remained on all fours and simply trembled with a violence that made every muscle in his body ache. Despite the desperate shivering, his muscle felt like they were on fire. He wanted to let out a cry of agony, but a mixture of pride and muscular spasms in his jaw as well as lack of breath were making such an act impossible.
Whilst in this sorry state, Zeniro's usually keen senses were dull. He had not heard the female approach and he had not caught her scent in the air. However when she spoke he blinked a few times, at first he thought he had imagined the familiar voice. It spoke his name. He attempted to open his mouth to answer, and then a wave of nausea engulfed him and he fought back the urge to throw up again.

The woman spoke again and this time with a herculean effort Zeniro forced himself to rest back onto his knee's his arms hanging limply at his sides. He was going to kill those men who had done this to him...he would force them to take the drugs just as they had forced him. Then he would watch them suffer just as he suffered now. Zeniro actually smiled at the thought, as he smiled he turned his gaze to Victoria. His dark gaze searched her from head to toe, had he been in better shape he would have reconised her instantly. However he was in no shape at all to recollect someone he had not seen in such a long time.

With his breath coming harshly and his body threatening to shut down Zeniro forced himself to speak, the words that came out trembled with agony.

"I H-hope, y-you're enjoying....Th-the view. There are P-people...."

He winced back the pain during this brief pause.

"Who w-would kill t-to see me S-suffer like this."

Zeniro's body shuddered, just speaking drained him physically. He had underestimated these side effects. They were not wearing off. He placed a hand onto the soft earth beneath him and attempted to push himself to his feet. His legs however buckled beneath him and he collapsed back to his knees. He swore under his breath, he hated the feeling of uselessness that was welling up inside him like bile in his throat.

[Victoria Alexander]

(ooc- sorry on delay. Sometimes I cant get to a comp on the weekends.)

“I no more enjoy watching you wither in pain, then watching vicious men tear each other apart for fun or gain. I’ve seen my fair share of suffering.”

She was now close enough to help him to his feet. The cool water soaking the ankles of her pants. His body jerked and spasm, it was not a good sign. She had seen a few drug overdoses in her time, runaways were known to have their hand in drugs. She particularly disliked drugs but even as Zeniro’s body was trying to reject the drug that he himself, no doubt put into his body. Victoria couldn’t help but want to make sure he wasn’t left on the beach to die.

“Come, you shouldn’t be on the beach. A hospital would be more like it but even someone like you would rather go through the pain then to be handed over to a doctor.”

He could argue all he wanted but in his condition he couldn’t fight.

Victoria grabbed just under his arm with one hand, the waist band of his pants with other. She pulled lifting his weakened body from the cool waters end. Putting his arm around her shoulder, her arm moved around his waist. What could this guy being doing to himself. She thought as she got him half-heartedly onto his feet. He used to be so much stronger back in Varron.

“Okay Zeniro you have to tell me where there is someone that can look over you while your body rids itself of this nasty little kick you got going on, If you don’t tell me your going to be stuck with me. Im not about to leave you on the beach where the morning tide can whisk you away, specially in the state its in right now.”

She started to take a few steps, more or less pulling him with her. It was more of her dragging him than anything as her feet seemed to sink deeper into the sandy beach from the pressure of his body.

“Okay now, lets cooperate a little better here and if you feel like your going to toss another load, let me know so I can keep my boots away from your aim.”

She wasn’t sure if he had anything left in his stomach, but she knew that if his body wanted to it would find something. Victoria really didn’t care about her boots, she was never one to enjoy someone upchucking in front of her but after living with seven guys who felt that drinking the most alcohol was a sport. Vomit was not on the list of making her squeamish. She had her fair share of holding hair back while one of the guys would pay a visit to the porcelain throne.

She wasn’t sure what to expect, or to know if Zeniro was going to make things harder or easier on himself.

[Zeniro]

(OOC: That's cool with me, post at your leisure.)

“I no more enjoy watching you wither in pain, then watching vicious men tear each other apart for fun or gain. I’ve seen my fair share of suffering.”

Her hands closed in around him, if he could he would have shrugged off the help out of pride. Instead he simply had to clench his teeth as his body trembled with agony. She hadn't begun to lift him yet, and Zeniro knew that when the time came the pain would be excruciating. His already pain wracked body shuddered at the mere thought of the agony that was to come. Zeniro closed his eyes and concerntrated as hard as he could on the woman's voice, his mind probing into the darkness of his memory trying to find where he had heard it before.

“Come, you shouldn’t be on the beach. A hospital would be more like it but even someone like you would rather go through the pain then to be handed over to a doctor.”

Zeniro's eyes snapped open at the word Hospital. He couldn't go to a hospital. He would not go to a Hospital. His hands tensed for a moment, but the prolonged suffering had drained the fight out of him. Before he could respond she began to lift him. Zeniro let out a sharp hiss of breath through clenched teeth as he thought back the extreme burning sensation that throbbed through his body. He aided her as best he could, his trembling muscles attempting to right themselves. With the aid of Victoria Zeniro was standing. Taking in a few panting breaths and with sweat rolling down his fore-head Zeniro looked toward Victoria. The usual animosity in his gaze had faded, their was only pain in those eyes.

"No...no hospitals....they'll find me. I wont go back to them....they're the ones...."

His tetth clenched as another pulse of pain shot through his legs and rippled up his spine. For a moment his mind grew numb and his eyes shut. There was no darkness only a brilliant white. His legs faltered for a moment, but before he fell he stabalized himself.

"They're the one's who did this to me."

“Okay Zeniro you have to tell me where there is someone that can look over you while your body rids itself of this nasty little kick you got going on, If you don’t tell me your going to be stuck with me. Im not about to leave you on the beach where the morning tide can whisk you away, specially in the state its in right now.”

Zeniro knew where he could go, he knew it. He knew he fucking knew the number, but his mind and his body were tying to protect themselves. Parts that weren't needed were going into lockdown. This was the reason why he couldn't pin point Victoria's voice, and also the reason why he had forgotten the room number for Kyu's dorm. The frustration welled inside him, but he could do nothing about it. He still knew where his old dorm was, but he dared not go back there...just in case 'they' found him and took him away. He wanted to be clean the next time he saw any of them.

“Okay now, lets cooperate a little better here and if you feel like your going to toss another load, let me know so I can keep my boots away from your aim.”

"Kyu..."

Zeniro's lips parted and he had to spit the word out through the pain. Maybe she knew Kyukaku, maybe she could find his dorm.

"Kyukaku...his dorm, one hundred and something....the drugs, they're fucking with my mind."

[Victoria Alexander]

What the hell happened to this kid and who the hell were 'they'. Victoria kept asking herself as she struggled to keep him aloft. His panic, his reaction to the mention of a hospital really put Victoria off ease. She was starting to feel sorry for him even thou she knew his past but she had to look at it this way. A person can change and their past be forgotten. Sure she didn’t know if Zeniro had changed but she will be damned if she was going to put that in his face when he could barely stand up.

“Okay, Come on, Lets get you onto the sidewalk and I’ll hail a cab.”

Damnit she thought, she remembered Kyukaku well but she didn’t have his number and the vague one hundred and something really wasn’t going to work unless she knew what dorm it was. Thinking about it, it had to be for the school. She would have to ask the cabby once she tried to wave one down.

Pulling and pushing, trying to get Zeniro out of the sandy beaches was a long process. She was tough but deadweight was never easy for anyone. She would cheer him on, trying to get him to move watching his painful expressions. She knew he had no choice since the pain seemed to thunder through him in waves every time they would move.

“That’s it, keep pushing through it, I know your not a pushover, come on now.”

And with the last step she had made it to the sidewalk. Helping him move over to the bench she let loose his arm and waist as he was now sitting on a bench. Her intention was to wave down the first taxi she saw. Unfortunately for her luck she didn’t see any cars coming either way.

“To hell” she said briskly, “This should be a busy town where the hell are the Taxi’s when I want one.”

She herself was panting slightly, beads of sweat resting on her forehead through the struggle of getting him on the sidewalk. She seemed to pace slightly restless before returning to the bench checking up on Zeniro.

“I know this is a stupid question but are you alright or is it getting worse.”

She looked both ways before her blue eyes rested on his pain filled face. She had to at least get him some water. With his upchucking he no doubt would become dehydrated, it would account for some of the weakness he now had.

Standing back up she paced again. Where the hell is the headlights, the busy streets, the traffic. Sure it was in the middle of the night but damn be hell when there wasn’t someone snooping on you in the night.

She grew nervous, she knew it was only a few minutes but it seemed hours as she stood hearing him grunt in pain behind her. Then around the corner a yellow cab slipped through the street. She practically threw herself in front of it, getting the driver to stop. She noticed the off duty sign but she wasn’t about to wait for anyone else.

Moving to the driver side door she put both her hands on the open window gripping it tightly as if holding the car there before it could speed off. The guy behind the wheel was rather unpleased and it didn’t take long before he expressed it was his break. Victoria didn’t waste no time with the jerk and his tone of voice. She grabbed the collar of his shirt and pulled hard, his head whiplashing towards the open window and closer to Victoria.

“Look bud, I don’t have time to waste. You see that kid over there. He needs to get home asap and I hear you complain about a lunch break, Im going to break your nose.”

She reared her free fist back her eyes blazing in anger towards the half wit in the driver seat. Seeing that she was quite serious he threw his hands up.

“Okay, Okay Ill take you were you gotta go but its going to be double the price.”

She jerked his collar nearly having his forehead graze inside the car door.

“Okay, Okay just get in.”

Victoria moved swiftly towards the bench. Grabbed at Zeniro’s arm and pants again straining to lift him up.

“Okay Zeniro, where going to be on our way. Come on, you have to focus, do you know the name of the dorm or where its by. I can’t get you there without knowing. Come on just focus.”

She got him towards the Taxi, struggling to keep him up and to open the door at the same time. But after a minute or two she had him sitting in the taxi seat. Closing the door after him she ran around the car and got in on the other side.

(Ooc- Sorry for the controlling but I didn’t think you would mind but if you do let me know )