Post 1 on Wed Jul 11, 2012 3:42 pm


:+ : American Minister for Magic



Age : 48
Current Location : New York
Job : Minister for Magic
Face Claim : Robert Downey Jr
Famous Last Words : I'm not the worlds most practical man
Pet/Familar : Bill and Ted (the Llamas)
Dunena Reid was well stumbling around his small apartment he had just come home after a search that had turned up nothing in the way of his producer or was it former producer now? Thanks to his ill advised run for public office that was sure to end badly whether he won or not now.
Dunena had no way of getting out of this at all if the things he had done got out his father would be distroyed and not to mention so would he. Not that Dunena himself cared but there were other people who counted on him to be a good man but Dunena could feel his life slipping away from him. If he did do as he was told George was sure to expose him and if he did do what he was told he may become the most powerful man in American magic and would make him no better that Frump the man he got in to this to stop in the first place.
Dunena had been trying so hard to stay strong but it was all going to hell, the least he could do was put his mind so far away that he would not care at all.
He took out his wand and pointed it a the only to trinkets he left in his apartment after his clean out when he got back from the hospital in Australia they turned back in to what they were, heroin his best friend his only way out his escape. He walked over to the old cabinet in the corner dropped to his knees and pulled out his box, the small brown box had all this equipment in it. They ( the hospital staff) had told him to throw it away and he had thrown all the other kits away but had keep this and few other things just in case the straight and narrow was just a little to narrow.
Dunena walked over to the now lovely bags of heroin laid out the candle, spoon and the clean needle and lit the candle a few moments later he tried off and took his first real hit in months helmet the world floated away the feeling was so good he was released. The needle dropped to the ground and he pulled of the strap on his arm and payed back in his chair.
This was Dunena Reid, this was all he was good for, this was his life and if they were going to control him it was best that his mind was not here to see it.
He decided what he now needed was a drink, unable to summon anything as he was wasted he went to the cupboard and pulled out a very good cabinet and ripped the cork out and drank half a bottle in 15 minutes.
"This is going to be a good night" Dunena said to the empty apartment as he contemplated his next hit. He could handle more that he had taken this time and wanted to just be oblivious by morning because Dunena Reid was going down in flames.
Dunena had no way of getting out of this at all if the things he had done got out his father would be distroyed and not to mention so would he. Not that Dunena himself cared but there were other people who counted on him to be a good man but Dunena could feel his life slipping away from him. If he did do as he was told George was sure to expose him and if he did do what he was told he may become the most powerful man in American magic and would make him no better that Frump the man he got in to this to stop in the first place.
Dunena had been trying so hard to stay strong but it was all going to hell, the least he could do was put his mind so far away that he would not care at all.
He took out his wand and pointed it a the only to trinkets he left in his apartment after his clean out when he got back from the hospital in Australia they turned back in to what they were, heroin his best friend his only way out his escape. He walked over to the old cabinet in the corner dropped to his knees and pulled out his box, the small brown box had all this equipment in it. They ( the hospital staff) had told him to throw it away and he had thrown all the other kits away but had keep this and few other things just in case the straight and narrow was just a little to narrow.
Dunena walked over to the now lovely bags of heroin laid out the candle, spoon and the clean needle and lit the candle a few moments later he tried off and took his first real hit in months helmet the world floated away the feeling was so good he was released. The needle dropped to the ground and he pulled of the strap on his arm and payed back in his chair.
This was Dunena Reid, this was all he was good for, this was his life and if they were going to control him it was best that his mind was not here to see it.
He decided what he now needed was a drink, unable to summon anything as he was wasted he went to the cupboard and pulled out a very good cabinet and ripped the cork out and drank half a bottle in 15 minutes.
"This is going to be a good night" Dunena said to the empty apartment as he contemplated his next hit. He could handle more that he had taken this time and wanted to just be oblivious by morning because Dunena Reid was going down in flames.
Last edited by M on Thu Jul 12, 2012 8:45 pm; edited 1 time in total (Reason for editing : Rated M for Strong Drug Use.)
