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Rx


Seventeen|Male|District Six
FC: Sylvester Henriksen 

-long time drug abuser 
-family owns a pharmacy
-even though he is high 24/7 he is actually smart asf
-has spent years studying the medical uses of plants
-literally has a huge amount of medical training
-gets high on his parents salary

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A H R E X     C A R T I E R

  

  While the world sits in slumber my eyes stay wide upon my face. The blackness of the iris overtaking my emerald eyes like a plague. Over the years my cheeks have began to hollow, and my waist shrink. My chest was riddled with the ridges of my rib cage, and my skin was a sickly pale. Mother had said it was due to the Oxy, to the Vike to the Amphetamines that radiate beneath my skins surface. The list of friends that I consume was beginning to become too long. All of their names full of Ids, Dins, Ines, and ones. The world could be seen so much more clear through the eyes of those that bring me sanctuary. 

    My brain is always mixing and matching supplements, wandering what their effect may hold. I had resource pages fluttering through my head, their words all made so much sense, but their dangers did as well. An addict they called me, no I was a scientist. I only wanted to discover more from the instruments I was taught to use, to respect, and understand. At night I could hear a whole orchestra, my eyes saw things humans don't normally see. I was the gatekeeper of something beyond this world, something beyond the living. 

    Mother no longer left me in our pharmacy, I wasn't to be trusted. She simply had no respect for my studies of these tablets. Father had tried to beat sense into me, but he too would see that I was a scholar, and I could never give up my craft. He had said that with diet and exercise I could be strong and tall like him. I had accomplished becoming tall simply because it was plastered into my DNA, but I was skinny, lanky, he said it was the drugs, but I had known friends as close as those would not deface my body like this. My skin never tanned, my hair never shinned, and my teeth never sparkled, but it didn't matter my physical image was worthless to me. 

    I would push my body to extremes to know more then any of my colleges. After all, how can you claim to know something healing remedies without fully experiencing them for yourself? I wanted to be a doctor of great knowledge, to give the people what I knew would help them, not what I had been taught would help them. 

    I would eventually find myself in a clinic, working to mend the injuries of those that are in pain. But before then I needed to learn all there was to know, and soon my kin would understand. I wasn't throwing my life away, I wasn't letting anything go. I was becoming the best that I could be. Recently I have found an interest in herbs. Discovering the natural healing of our earth. Mother had said it was a large circle. The earth sprouts roots that bring us knowledge and with this knowledge and this mastery of mixture, we discover medicine. Mother nature was a healer herself, and I wanted to learn from the very stem of medical creation. 

    My father worked in a clinic, the same as I. As most families in District six we had a strong medical background. Though all of us have had a history of being remarkably healthy, I had always seemed to be the one getting sick. Again they blamed it on minerals that lurk during my spare time, but they would never truly understand. My mother worked in a pharmacy, her craft involved mixing an mashing the minerals themselves, creating tablets that are to be shipped to the Capitol. I had always been more interested in her work, but father has decided to cut that part of my life out. I now spend eight to twelve hours a day stitching wounded mean and women, and prescribing medicines for infection. Though I was never allowed to see the medications for myself. 

    They were so caught up on this idea of addiction. I wasn't addicted to the drugs, no, I was addicted to knowledge. I always had a thirst to learn more, but I was a bit too much of a doubter. I could only believe something was true if I watched with my very own eyes. I could never just 'take their word for it', but like most scientists, I needed proof, there was nothing wrong with an in depth experiment. 

    Sure, there has been occasions where I had gone too in depth with a certain mineral. It has landed me face first in my tub, blood gushing from my nostrils. But I would never fear the drugs themselves, no they were only doing what mother nature had created them to do. Mother and father had said they were tired of having to fear for their youngest sons death, that they were tired of watching my body so lifeless lay upon a hospital bed. That the bills I had caused were just too expensive, but whats life without a little mistakes? I would never overdose the same way twice, I was just testing the waters, discovering the limits. A scholar never says no to more...

district six . seventeen . word count:889. table by Arx <3

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