Realistic or Modern Through the Looking Glass

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Ivan laughed softly at his statement, and proudly and a little theatrically put an hand on his chest.

"Bunny, no one rolls like me. And the one I just bought is probably the best you'll ever try. I need some inspiration for my new recipe, and it'll need approvation for the Queen once it's done before you can start dealing it."

The russian wiggled his brows in invitation.

He was actually curious to see the effect of such a potent weed on someone so slim, and he'd also always enjoyed company while smoking.

As the base came back into view he relaxed, finally free from his dependence on Orion's guide. Nodding toward the lab direction he took a step for it, giving his back to the blonde.

"Well, follow me if you're interested in a little break from reality." He stated in a sarcastic voice, repeating the chant most Rabbits told the new Alices.

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ORION LOVELL


Ok, that actually made him crack a smile and he ducked his head, knowing perfectly well that if this was a regular job, he'd be fired for smoking weed on the job. "Have you ever been handed a blunt rolled terribly and with a page torn out of a bible? Because I have. So pardon me having to doubt others a little." He said, a tad joking, but completely sincere about that blunt. Of course, it got smoked, but not before a younger Orion had given his friend at least 15 minutes of uninterrupted laughter.


"Yeah," He said after a moment, after stuffing his phone back into his pocket, no longer needing it's assistance, and pulling a bit of his ponytail that had wiggled under his collar and stuck to his neck. He had walked a bit more than he usually did today, and his usual adamant refusal to shed any of his protective layers. He didn't really sweat easily, but after the trek he was beginning to feel like a stuffy onion under his jacket. "I always had the vision that you chemists just dumped everything in a pot and stirred, but I'm beginning to realize its a bit more complicated than that." The male said, with dry humor.


And as they approached the door, he honestly didn't plan on refusing Ivan's offer and going out to sell more drugs, but was rather fond of the idea of getting to sit in the AC and not worry about how fast can he run if an Alice pulled a knife on him. Upon hearing the familiar slogan, he snorted loudly, and lightly smacked Ivan in the back with the knuckles of his hand. "You think you're funny, don't you?"





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''With a bible page? That's at least ten points for creativity and another ten for blasphemy.''

He laughed loudly, imagining his own religious mother's reaction at such thing. She had flinched and almost had an outburst the first time she'd even heard Ivan swear, what would she say of him had she known his situation?

Aren't you proud of me now, mumiya?

Paying attention with half an ear at Orion's conversation he scoffed, but refrained himself from sarcasm.

"Some may do that, but not me. I'm an artist in what I do, I mean...who is the Cheshire that Reina always looks for anyway?"

Leaving the obvious answer to the question for Orion, he approached the lab's door. Feigning hurt at the Rabbit's smack the Russian cracked him a grin while opening the lab door, turning the switch on.

"Nah, I know I'm funny."

Walking inside and to his usual spot Ivan took what needed, and while taking said materials from a box under his desk and hoping Orion wouldn't question the pink bong it also contained, he took the haze from his backpack.

Choosing the right quantity and starting to grind it he took in it's powerful scent.

"Shit, this stuff is great." And said that he softly put the little metallic object under the long haired young man's nose, so to make him smell.

"You'll be forgetting all your troubles little Bunny, but for now can you make me a filter?"

He asked, nodding in the direction of the little unrolled piece of papers that laid on his desk.

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ORION LOVELL


Though he had never been to church a day in his life, he had found it hilarious, watching his bestfriend of the time ripping out a page of his mother's bible and clumsily trying to roll with it. It was funny enough that Orion laughed hard and long every time he looked at the boy in school for the next couple days. Presently, the male just chuckled, still amused.


"Who does the Queen always look for, anyways? Must be that skinny chemist I saw once or twice." Orion said sarcastically, tempted to try and hit Ivan with the point of his elbow as he follows in behind him, but refrains. Upon feeling the AC, Orion lets out a pleased moan, stretching his arms a bit over his head. He really hates it outside, but he knows better than to try and deal from his apartment. What a disaster if he got shot and his house robbed at the same time.


The lab wasn't a place he'd spent much time in, occasionally physically coming in to pick up MH, but usually preferred to stay out in the hall while they got it ready for him. It was kind of a mess, with things strewn about, and the male almost had an urge to try and clean up. If he wasn't concerned with inadvertently screwing something up, he would of done it. But he was distracted, a grinder shoved under his nose. He didn't actually inhale, but nodded in agreement anyways. He hated the smell of most weed anyways.


"Maybe I don't want to forget my troubles, maybe I just want your AC." He suggested, approaching the desk and plopping right down on his chair, letting his dark jacket fall from his shoulders and rest on the back of the chair, leaving him in his white button down. He picked up the paper, and began to carefully and methodically roll it into a filter.





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"What an AC slut." He commented, his voice slightly muffled by the filter Orion had rolled, which he'd taken as soon as the shorter male had been done with it.

"Ah! He wishes."

Going through rapidly with the rolling and closing of the paper, Ivan passed his tongue over the blunt before closing it.

"There, perfect."

The Russian whatever weed divinity there was that hadn't made him mess up in front of someone else. Placing the aromatic paper on his lips and lighting it, he took in the first drag, nodding his approval as the taste invaded his mouth and the chemicals his head.

"So, how did a little angel like you get so lost on the way home to end up here?" He finally asked the question that had been poking at his brain for a while. Truth to be told it wasn't hard for Ivan getting curious about anyone's business, he was quite the nosy type.

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ORION LOVELL


"Always a slut for cold air and avoiding my job," the blonde said dryly, despite finding the term "AC slut" more amusing than anything Ivan had said thus far. "My apartment's AC is broken and my landlord said he'll fix it if I grow 2 more inches by the end of the week." He leaned back in the chair, listening to it creak rhythmically as he flexed his legs in front of him. He watched Ivan carefully, his light colored eyes careful to see if he could catch a mistake from the other man.


Which he didn't. It sort of disappointed him to not have a reason to give the chemist a hard time. Absently, the male carded his fingers through his hair, jerking his way through a tangle. "Angel, you're funny. I don't even know where you got that impression." He slummed a little more in Ivan's chair, crossing his legs. "My father didn't make shit for money and I liked eating as a kid, so I started selling. There wasn't any 'getting lost' and turns out I really like money. Go figure. Then, get this-" Orion leaned close to Ivan, almost as if about to divulge a secret. "I got this idea I should come to this shit town and make even more money." He whispered harshly.


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Ivan nodded carefully, taking another three hits since his first one and then passing it to Orion.

It was definitely working, and he wondered how much it would have hitten had he suddenly raised from Ainsley's working chair.

"You could put some shoes with heels, or simply get it fixed. Not like you're some poor bastard anyway."

As soon as the blonde took the blunt from his hand Ivan started inspecting the coffin tattoo on his exposed and muscular forearm, as though he'd never seen it before.

When the dealer spoke again his eyes flicked uo to him, and a slow smirk made it's way on the man's features.

"There's only three categories of people here in Yonder." His fist raised, and si did his fingers as he listed these infamous cstegories.

"Those who like MD, those who like money, and those that hate both of the prior."

So to make it short the Alice's, anyone working for the Red Queen and then the Court.

Ivan himself loved money, loved counting his 'paycheck' at the end of the month, but most of all he loved the power money had. Funny how a piece of paper could change your life.

Then the Russian proceeded doing something he rarely did, which probably the THC's subtle influence had pushed him inti doing.

"Well our fathers don't have that much his common, old Andrej loves his job and his money probably more than all of us here put together."

Swallowing once having realized he'd practically opened up, he quickly added an ice breaker.

"Don't take too much if you can't handle it, it's very heavy." It was more of a taunt, and Ivan was wondering if the Rabbit would have taken the occasion to prove himself 'badass'.

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He watched Ivan absently, pulling a leg under himself to make himself sit up taller, and rested his elbow against Ivan's desk, his chin against his palm. "I could but part of me wants to make him fix it himself. He said he would, so he should, shouldn't he?" The blonde said, flicking his palm up in an annoyed gesture.


With the blunt now in hand, and burning, Orion was reminded he honestly really didn't like the smell of smoke. 'Here's to going home smelling like an ashtray,' he thought, almost raising the blunt in a mock "Cheers". He partially wondered if his dear cat would shun him if he did, half-mindedly listening as the man give him an almost taunting warning, to which Orion gave an internal 'bastard' and took a deep hit. It wasn't as if he had never smoked before, and when he pulled back, he exhaled with a quiet, low-pitched giggle, still thinking of Clover's beady green eyes looking at him as if he was the epitome of trash, showing up in her domain smelling vile and without any dinner for her.


Then he coughed, more because he had accidentally laughed than not being able to handle it, and covered his mouth, partially folding in on himself, his thin shoulders shaking with laughter. Without his layers, he honestly didn't look any older than a teenager, despite being 20. He waited for his lungs to settle before taking another hit, and this time he definitely didn't think about his cat's hateful stare and he definitely didn't choke because he laughed. The blonde passed the blunt back to Ivan, well aware of the fact that if he smoked anymore, he probably wouldn't even make it home.


"Well," Orion said finally, voice still rough with strain, "My father is a librarian and loves his job. He just doesn't get paid worth a damn."





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Ivan observed the younger man's movements with an amused smile on his lips, occasionally laughing with no real reason to do so.

"Easy there." He said mockingly at Orion's second fit of coughs, placing the blunt on his lips. The Russian reached forward and patted the blonde on chest, suddenly breaking in a fit of giggles.

"That wad very molesting of me, I'm sorry."

The Russian kept his expression serious for a second, before laughing again.

He only calmed himself to hear the bit about Orion's father, occasion which he used to take another hit.

"Well that's an interesting jobs, seen that most kids prefer to look at a phone than at a book." He said, refusing to divulge his father's job.

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Already feeling a tad light headed, Orion could only respond with a hand slapping at Ivan's when he touched him, rolling back in his chair a few inches. "It's only molestation if I'm a minor- in this cause I'd call it sexual assault." Orion said flippantly, wincing when something seems to hinder him from slouching or sitting comfortably in his chair, so he sits up, reaches behind him and pulls out a switchblade from the waistband on his pants, tossing it on Ivan's desk.


"Don't let me forget that here," the blonde said seriously, even though he was probably going to forget it anyways. Worth a try. Ivan wasn't wrong, this shit was strong, and Orion pressed his palm against his right eyesocket, rubbing it as he tried to ease into the sensation of being rather light and absent minded. Drugs always made him feel dull and out of touch.


"You weren't wrong about it being strong. I kind of didn't believe you," Orion then commented, lifting his hand from his eye to look at it skeptically, deciding he no longer wanted to converse on the subject of fathers and books. "I thought you were just trying to be a bitch." Of course, the male thought a second too late that he shouldn't tell the large Russian man that.





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Where in another situation Ivan would have frowned and most likely beat Orion up, now he laughed. Loudly.

"You're so high, and you thought you could handle it well?"

Ivan rubbed at his hand, still chuckling, before an idea came to mind. Leaving only a few drags from the blunt for Orion to finish he proceeded to turn the music on​

 

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by taking the little stereo he had bought a few months ago, some random rap music coming on.

Passing the blunt to the blonde he gave him an once over, really did, and a question started to bulge at his head.

"Why is your hair so long?"

Orion already resembled a lady who to him, but with that hair it was easy to be unsure.

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ORION LOVELL

"Mmhh, well," he leaned his head back, "I have more faith in myself then what is probably strictly allowed. Sue me," the male suggested, and though he was firmly within the realm of a comfortable high, he wasn't about to waste the blunt Ivan passed over to him, obviously to finish. So he gently took a drag, a little too tired and comfortable to do it with any real finesse.





And when finally a question about his hair popped up, he let out a harsh giggling laugh, a hand coming up to his chest. "Because I like to make girls jealous by being prettier than them." Orion said after a moment of mock deliberation, accidentally chuckling at the thought of it. He wasn't quite that petty, but the thought was still an amusing one.


"In all seriousness though," he said after a moment, finally finished with the blunt and crushing the ember before flicking it into a nearby trashcan, "I just prefer it, that's all." And punctuated it with a small shrug.





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Ivan nodded, his eyes still traveling the lenght of his blonde hair.

The Russian's hair had always been cut neatly since he'd been a child, and even the few strands that hung in his eyes seemed long to him.

"You are prettier than most girls, but you'd be so even without long hair." In his altered state he didn't even pay mind to the fact that he'd just complimented, he kept his banter going.

"I mean doesn't it get uncomfortable or in the way? What if someone attacked you and you started running but they grabbed you by it, it would be your ruin. Kinda like the story of the stag that appreciated his horns but not his legs."

Not paying mind to his own nonsense the Cheshire all but put his long legs on top of a nearby box, probably stuff from another chemist, and let his mind wander slightly to the mescaline.

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The male raised an eyebrow at the compliment, definitely not expecting it but feeling sort of pleased none the less. "Well thank you," he said, self-consciously rubbing at the flush that appeared high on his cheekbones. He was again reminded of why he disliked drugs, they made him an honest person. His reactions usually became his truthful ones.


"It's not uncomfortable once you've had it for a long time. Doing things like making sure it's not caught on things or getting tangled just sort of becomes habit." The rabbit said, fiddling with the ends of his hair. "I usually tuck it in my shirt or put it up more but," Again his shoulders rose and fell in a lazy shrug, and he leaned forward, resting his hands on his knees.





"Why are you so preoccupied with my hair?" The male asked, seeming bemused. "Earlier you called me a complainer for not wanting to get assaulted when and if you raise the prices, I think the length of my hair is the least of my safety worries."





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Rushing through the halls Suzy bummed into three people on after another


" Oh sorry , sorry , my bad " suzy was in a rush to get to the 'white queen'


she just had to find her . Suzy had been holding a bunch of files , stack on to one another.


She had sprinted , to the white queens office , nocking on the door .


" umm ...miss , I think I found some thing about the drug. . . miss? "


Opening the door she stepped in her flats clicking onto the ground as she walked in


"I have been searching on this drug for so long , but I think I found out how it takes over the mind"


she began opening the second file and pulling out a paper.



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Ivan opened his mouth to then shut it again.

Yeah, why do you care so much?

A light smirk made it's way on the Russians's lips anyway at Orion's reaction anyway.

"I suppose you're right, but what's the worst that could happen? If you carry a gun you'll be the one they have to fear, not the opposite way."

Raising slowly from his seat Ivan started to take a few pots and containers, taking out the mescaline, the psilocin and the codeine along with the minor ingredients also contained in MH. He only put his gloves on, not wanting the mask to muffle his voice as he spoke.

"Perhaps those who aren't really in themselves can bring you trouble," He nodded in the direction of Orion's bruise, pointedly glaring at said side, before swiftly continuing "But those who know who you work would never do anything to spike your anger."

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ORION LOVELL


He could only give Ivan a self-satisfied looked, pleased as Punch at making the Russian shut his mouth. "Maybe you're just one of those nosy types that worries about pretty boys getting their hair ripped out," the male said liltingly, hand dropping into an accusatory flick Ivan's way. "But I digress- what were we talking about again? If I knew how to shoot a gun, don't you think I'd have one?" The male shifted and rolled nearer to Ivan, far enough to stay out of range, should any of the ingredients, but close enough to observe.


"It would be pointless if I wove around a gun I couldn't shoot. And if I did shoot it, I'd probably only hurt myself." Orion said, a tad distracted by the multitude of tattoos on Ivan, and focused his gaze rather on the ones on his forearms. "So. It's pointless." He let his arm raise a little, absently pressing against the bruises to test them. He had forgotten them with the high, so the sudden dull ache was almost a shock to him. "Ugh."

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"Maybe I do worry." Ivan mumbled, taking the exact right quantity of mescaline and starting to liquify it.

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Listening to Orion's rant about not knowing how to shoot made him snort, having learnt how to shoot at age thirteen.

"Then you should learn, a gun is always a good companion, I'll teach if you want. It's not that hard."

Finished, he let the now liquid ingredient fall in the pot, and started preparing the psilocin and codeine. Noticing the blonde's interested in his tattoos the Russian smirked slightly, a tad proud of himself.

"They're pretty badass huh? Do you have any?" His gaze studied the Rabbit's form for a moment, before returning to his focus on the pot. No, Orion didn't seem like that type of person.

Finished, Ivan added both ingredients to the pot and mixed the whole thing, satisfied with the color and the density. "Сделано..." He whispered, letting the liquid fall into a vial and holding it before his blue eyes to observe it.

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"Don't worry," the male suggested, almost cracking a smile at the idea that some guy in a lab was worried about the length of his hair.


And then, sitting there, watching Ivan work, Orion was struck with idea that maybe this guy wasn't actually a piece of shit, as he had always suspected. He snorted, loudly. "Would you? Well thank you, I might actually take you up on that offer. I always figured there was a better alternative then to carry around switchblades I'm only partly effective at using."


The male was only vaguely paying attention, having lapsed into watching the production of MH, having never actually seen any process of it before. "Mhm, I do actually. Crazy, a straight-edge kid like me having a tattoo right?" He replied sarcastically, putting a hand on the approximate space it should take up on his rib cage.


Of course, it's been something he'd gotten young, but he'd liked it enough then and it still wasn't too bad now.


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Storing the different vials he'd managed to get out of his little experiment, Ivan finally sat down again and returned to observing Orion with a curious interest.

"You do? What is it, a cute little flower?" He asked mockingly, passing an hand over his own ones.

There were some he'd always loved, some he used to prefer before and some he truly despised now, but nevertheless they all were parts of him.

Opening the first drawer from his desk Ivan searched under the different notes and empty ampules for the small carry gun he had hidden months ago in one of them. He tried again with the second drawer, smiling in satisfaction as soon as he recognized the cold metal on his fingers.

"There we go! Here."

Ivan extracted said weapon and held it for Orion to take. The Russian was unsure wherever there still were bullets or not, but he doubted Orion would be so idiotic to accidentally shoot him.

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Orion rolled his eyes and he shook his head, almost looking a tad put out. "A compass, silly as that sounds. Didn't do me any good direction-wise," he murmured derisively, remembering Ivan's little "lost angel" comment.


He'd considered having it removed before, it had seemed sort of dishonest.


When the Russian man had started rustling in a drawer, he sat up a little straighter to see what he was doing. How disorganized. Good thing he didn't work in here, he would of thrown a fit if he saw papers and things just stuck in a drawer. And then he pulled out a gun and Orion stiffened, suddenly apprehensive.


"Why on earth is that just shoved in your desk drawer?" He asked, wearily, not quite taking it yet. And then, gently, he did take it, testing its weight. "You're unbelievable, you know that?"





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The Cheshire raised an eyebrow, by his country's tradition every tattoo had a meaning, so what was it behind the compass?

"Isn't the compass for masonry or something?" He asked sarcastically.

Ivan chuckled lightly at his reaction to the gun, giving a somehow mysterious shrug before explaining.

"Safety reasons, what if police came in or some of us turned out to be a traitor? It would have been a nice surprise."

He also remembered hiding a few knives somewhere, but he really didn't remember their exact position.

Taking his own gun out the twenty one year old started to explain, casually scratching his chin with the weapon before speaking.

"Well, first of all you shouldn't be afraid of the gun, else you'll make an horrible shooter. Just lower the gun's safety and choose your target." He did so, pretending to aim. "And then 'boom', I'd shoot but people up there might think someone is getting killed."

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The male wrinkled his nose. "I liked it, so I got it. It's not complicated." Which, wasn't completely true, but Ivan didn't need to know that. He let his fingers wrap around the gun and it wasn't that he was scared, more just not expected to suddenly have a gun thrust into his person.


"Some surprise." He said, letting his hand with the gun rest against his knee, as he was honestly trying not to raise it too high as he examined it. And he was almost pleased he could identify where the safety trigger was, which was still on. Luckily.


"Good choice, unless you'd want to try and find a way to explain two guys, under the influence, hanging out alone in a lab shooting guns. " Orion said, smiling haphazardly.





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"Sure." Ivan simply studied Orion, an amused smile on his lips. The Rabbit didn't seem stupid enough to do something just to do it, but he supposed whatever the meaning was it wasn't meant for him to know, so the Russian let it go.

He hoped no incident would happen to Orion with the gun, not only because he'd be somehow responsible but also because he was growing to enjoy the company of the blonde.

"I could say the truth, I was teaching you how to shoot, what better explanation?" Ivan put his gun back in it's place, instead choosing to take a few throwing blades and aiming for said poster.

He aimed toward the head of said poster's rock star, but the THC still blurring his senses made it so that the blade cut through the eye of the plastic image.

The Cheshire kept his expression neutral anyway, he could have been aiming at the eye for what Orion knew.

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