Survival Of The Fittest

Xian gasps...stratled by Cole's admission, then she giggles.

No way...really?ou...sell pot?? Wow, thats so..so...cool. So, umm..does that mean you brought some along??

Cole slowly nods, grinning.

"OH yeah. Like...a lot. Like...half of my bag is filled with the stuff. You interested in some?"

Xian bites her lower lip, looking so innocent. But, her eyes gleam wide, and she nods...but then remebers her words....

I'd give anything for a sample...

She looks to Cole, wondering if he will hold her to it??

Cole raised his eyebrow. Anything was a big word, and could be construed to have many different meanings. Perhaps he'd have to test that later, see if she was serious. Being a drug dealer meant that he had expenses to pay, being as he did grow his own stuff. He'd definitely have to hold her to that, being as money really didn't seem to matter anymore.

Didn't matter anymore...

Cole picked up his bag and rustled around inside of it. He extracted a lighter, a pipe, and a dimebag of marijuana. Although he didn't smoke, he had supplies just in case people who were buying off of him needed to borrow them. In that business you needed to be prepared. Grinning, he offered all three accessories to Xian.

"Here you go...go crazy. Maybe I'll even join you, although I've never done it before myself."

Xian blushes, as she takes the supplies from Cole.

Umm..thanks...but.....um....I have no idea how to use this...or what I should do. Im sorry, Im such a dweeb.

He slides over beside her, and sits down, smiling. "Here, I'll show you. First you open this up here, like this...then you take a little bit from the bag here...then you put it in this hole here...until it's about...yeah, that full. Then you close the bag, screw the top back on...you hold this part up to your mouth, and you light right...here."

Cole explains all the steps to her, and then proceeds to give her the pipe. She holds it up to her mouth, and then Cole flicks the lighter on the exact spot.

"Now you inhale. Not too much, but just a little."

Xian smiles and thanks Cole. He hands her the pipe and she places it on her lips. With a lighter he lites it, and soon Xian inhales, not too deep, but enough to make her wheeze a bit, and water her eyes.

She coughs, and giggles a bit, but places the pipe to her lips again. She inhales....and holds it. Her eyes water, but her mind seems to fill with a sweet pink mist, numbing her slightly, and making her a bit giddy. Giggling, she inhales yet again, then..hols out her hand, which feels numb, and looks to her to be a bit blurry.

Wow.....oh wow....this is like....wow......

Cole chuckled, seeing the effects of the drug take hold fairly soon, and on most first-timers, it did. Cole's stuff was potent if anything, and Xian, being fairly light-weight, took a heavy hit of the stuff.

"Wow, nice work...I can see you're looking all glazed already. Here's hand that over, I've never done this but I may as well start now."

Cole takes the pipe and lights it again, taking a HUGE hit off of it. As his eyes water and his throat burns, he exhales the smoke in a huge gust. He's surprised as to how potent it is.

"Wow...I...never figured that ...my stuff was this good..."

Coughing, he hands the pipe and lighter back over to Xian.

Xian takes the pipe back, as she fights a fit of the giggles. Her mind is now pleasently foggy, and her vision a bit blurred, but she doesn't really care. She mouths the pipe, lighting it yet again, and taking another deep hit, allowing her mind to skew just a bit more.


Wow...everything seems so much more......more..you know? <fit of giggles> Its like the sky is bluer, the grass greener, the air smells so much sweeter. Man...I have not ever felt this way....its like..Im totally free...liberated...you know?

Xian smiles, handing the pipe back over to Cole, giggling.

Eyes watering, Cole accepts the pipe and inhales yet again off of the pipe. Eyes watering, he shudders a little.

"Yeah...that's what they say...they..." He coughs. "They say that...you can do anything when you're smoking this crap..."

This causes him to laugh.

"But then again, I'm a dealer who doesn't smoke, so who am I to care if it does or doesn't...?"

He takes another hit off of the pipe and passes it over again.

Xian is now rolling with giggles. She takes back the pipe and takes yet another hit. Letting the smoke take her over, she shudders for a minute, then bursts out in giggles yet again.

Can do anything, huh? Really....interesting. Then maybe we should stay fucked up like this, and win the game!!!

Xian rolls again, giggling, as she hands the pipe back to Cole.

So, if I can indeed do anything....lets put it to the test. Go ahead, challenge me.....have me do a task, betcha I can do it.

Taking another hit of the pipe, Cole couldn't help but giggle himself as he felt his mind hazing over.

"I...I bet you're not flexible enough...to hang from the pole there..."

He chuckled to himself, as he pointed at one of the overhead poles on the Gazebo.

Andrew Klock (Boy #12) watched silently in the shadows through this event. He had come up here thinking it would ba a good place to find non-players (aka. easy prey), and he was right. He tightened his grip on his assigned weapon-a machete- and considered when he should go to them. He had seen what happened to his classmates, friends and enemies alike, and he concluded that he would not end up like that, no matter what.

Even if he had to play this sick game.

Xian looked up to where Cole pointed, and giggled.

Is that all...sheesh...I could do that even if I wasn't high....

Standing on wobbly legs, Xian made her way over to the corner, and began to shimmy up the post. As she did, she was unaware that the skirt she had been wearing was hiking up as she climbed. When she reached the top, Xian reached over and took hold of the pole that Cole had pointed out, and wrapped her legs around it. She then began to crawl/shimmy out to the middle. Giggling, she turned herself, and swung her leg up and over the pole, until she was able to dangle herself down, only her legs holding her up. She made herself swing a bit as she did so, then burst out giggling as her skirt flipped up and almost over her head.

"You two seem to be enjoying yourselves. I guess that's a good thing on the last day of your lives." Andrew said, walking out from where he had been watching them while holding his machete dangerously. He didn't really know how to use it too well, but he supposed it was just like swinging a big knife. He knew he'd have to kill to survive, and he was willing to start with them.
God knows I don't want to end up like Jimmy, or Greg or Patrick. Especially not Christie...fuck. Nobody deserves to die like that. he shuddered at the memories of what he had seen on the television those fateful days when he had been incapacitated with influenza, but then returned his focus to the two in front of him. One was a cheerleader, and he thought he recognized the other from the newspaper. He didn't really like either.
"So, do you want your deaths to be quick and painless, or slow and horrible?" he asked them.