Cleanin out my closet -- Casper

[haden necalli ramirez]

Haden Necalli was not your normal boy. sure he had the dramatic past half the people here did. abusive dad, dead mother, bullied, and started drinking. There was just something about him that stood out. Maybe that he was big and a little lanky, or that he liked to wear girlish things on occasion. who knew. No one could really put a dot on what stood out about him, what was different. He just had the vibe. It could even be the way he looked so sweet, kind, and caring, but in reality he was a bit of an asshole. He didn't let people in, and wouldn't plan on doing so in the future. He spent all his time smoking and drinking, and partying. He never gave a damn. He never had anyone to give a damn about. His mother was dead, his long lost unknown family members remained unknown. So why bother? Why open up to more people to get hurt again?

The young Latino's thoughts wrapped around everything. He was in a new place, he needed to know his place here, he needed to know what was going on. Luckily for him he knew a fellow or two. sure they were part of a bad crowd, but they were chill with him. They were the ones who gave him this damn number. He had been dying, his stash was completely dry, and he needed a refill. He didn't know how this dealer worked, or if he got the good shit. Frankly the boy didn't give a shit. He just needed to be high. He had told him what he wanted. LSD drops, pain killers, and a little weed. Expensive sure, but it would be worth it.

He walked to the beginning of the pathway in the woods. It was quiet and no one seemed to be out and about. Perfect spot to be. He leaned against a tree trunk, looking at the nature. He loved nature, he loved a lot of things. though he never showed it. He never showed any sign of kindness. He was terrified. He took out his pack of smokes, putting one behind his ear, and placing the other between his lips. He lit it, and started blowing rings into the air. He lifted his sleeve a little with his free hand, looking at the round pink scars on his skin. Wincing a little at he touched them. They were hurtful reminders of his birth father.

It seemed to be hours of waiting, though that could just be withdrawls. He looked around, glowering. " ¿Realmente tener un siglo para llegar hasta aquí? Mierda." He muttered to himself. His accent rolling the words out smoothly. He never really liked English. It wasn't what he spoke with his mother.

tagged: Janet with Casper(;
word count: blah-blah-blah
outfit: here
notes: it's eh..I was half asleep xD translation: Does it really have a century to get here? Shit.
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[casper felix deangelo]

Casper Felix DeAngelo, wasn’t your average drug dealer or well maybe he was he was a little uptight sometimes, but then laid back at other times. Today he had a couple deals or drops going down for some different shit, but the last call he got wasn’t from one of his usual, because he already had those. Hey, he had to make a living somehow and Kai knew, but Marie probably didn’t. This path wasn’t one he wanted her to follow in or look up too him in that sense, because sure he could get a normal job, but then you had taxes and the black market was pure cash. He was surprised some law enforcement or someone with power hadn’t noticed how he made money, because he rented stuff out, but hey he did move around a bit to kind of get his trails clear. Though in Haven it was going to be tough, because he planned on staying here for awhile, so maybe he’d get a part time job or some shit and do the whole tax thing even though he preferred his deals they made him quick and easy money. The market for weed here was good, but when the last call asked for some other stuff he had to go to find a connect for it and it could get pricey, but he had been doing this for awhile.

In this business you had to know where to talk people down on prices and kind of make good deals with people buying it. He didn’t want his cliental to go to someone else so he had to make sure to give them decent deals so they would come back. Though when Casper found out who this young Latino was in reality he would be cut off. He wasn’t going to sell drugs to his little brother no way even if he was only half. He wouldn’t consider him to be a cousin and even then he wouldn’t sell to family. Casper didn’t really do drugs too much so he couldn’t be called a hypocrite when it came to it. Only that he slang and if they slang well he’d pry find a way to shut it down which would be fucked up probably, but Casper was sly and he knew he wouldn’t get hurt and he couldn’t be sure in this world that someone like Marie or Haden wouldn’t be hurt. He had made a couple drops at a couple alleys and one in the back of a club, but he decided to meet Haden in the woods where he preferred to do his deals, because it was secluded.

A lot of people were normally late so Casper had got the shit in his car into some baggies and put them on the inside of his jacket pocket just in case he was some sort of nark. The only thing that would fuck him over is if there was some dog or some shit. He then got out and lit up a smoke in the parking lot taking a few drags before putting it out and venturing into the woods by the path. He didn’t want to start no fires he wasn’t stupid or anything like that. It was pretty out here, but at night it was freaking creepy in a way right now it wasn’t too too light out, but it wasn’t dark either.. Doing drops in the day well it didn’t really make sense he preferred evening and what not.

In the distance he could hear someone muttering spanish and he made out the words and smirked. ” No, sólo se necesita la mitad de un siglo” he said and smirked as he approached him the guy looked incredibly young. He couldn’t help but chuckle at the thought and looked him over before holding his hand out most would think it was for the cash, but he didn’t know if he spoke english cause he spoke spanish on the phone as well, so he asked: ” Usted tiene la identificación?” yeah he cracked back with the half a century comment and asked him for identification. He was playing it rather cool it seemed.

words: six ninety-nine
tag: haden and miss sexy and i know it ;P

[haden necalli ramirez]

so maybe Haden was a little impatient, but it was understandable right? He hadn't had drugs in forever, and he was addicted! so he was pissed off at how slow this guy was going. He started to fidget a little. Being slightly nervous in this area. He didn't know anything about this place. It wasn't his Miami, his beautiful Miami. He sighed thinking about the beach, his thoughts rolling back to when it was him and his mom. A faint smile on his lips. He sucked in another drag of his cancer stick. He was so addicted to them, starting when he was twelve. Six years after his mother was killed. He would always have that memory implanted into his brain, never leaving. Her cries, her yells for him to close his eyes. His father smacking him whenever he did. Haden shook his head in a fast moment, trying to shake away the thoughts. He took a shaky breath biting his lip. He looked at the scars on his arm, pink circles. He held his cigarette over one of them, He waited for that sharp pain of the heat. He hissed in pain and shook his head. He hadn't pressed down, but it still burned a bit. He dropped the cigarette before stepping on it.

His thumb rubbed against the scar he had just singed a little. slow circular motions. Haden didn't think of it as self harm, he didn't know what he thought of it. It was like he never wanted the scars from his father to leave, like it was a reminder of how much he hated him, how much he wants to kill him. He closed his eyes and breathed in the cold air. He liked his warm home, but this cold, the crisp air, he couldn't help but love it. sure he was cold right now, but he didn't care because it was beautiful. the small amount of snow on the ground, how his breath showed when he breathed. The best things about winter, though sadly it was coming to an end. Being March and all. ah well..there was always next year. He could see himself sticking around here for a bit, people threw some sick parties, so he heard. Haden Necalli never passed down a good party.

When Haden heard the sounds of twigs moving and leaves rustling he straitened up and acted as if he hadn't just burt himself, or was on the verge of tears. He played it cool around others, acted like an asshole, and hid his feelings. He rolled his eyes when the guy replied to his previously muttered words. "Whatever." He hissed. He didn't have time for bullshit, unless it was him doing the bullshitting. He eyed the guy, it was a bit dark, but he looked creepily familiar. Maybe he saw him around? Who knew. He scoffed when the guy asked for his ID. " Tienes que estar bromeando. Esto es una mierda." He hissed out loud. Taking out his wallet and flicking his ID at Casper. It was a mixture of him just being an ass, and him going through withdraws. He shook his head and glared at Casper.

"Primero fue jodidamente tarde, ahora que acaba de hacer el ridículo. Traficante de drogas fantástico." His voice had a sarcastic tone in it, he didn't give a shit about anything right now, though..he'd realize he was being a complete idiot if Casper didn't sell to him for acting this way. Though..he had to buy the drugs for Haden..what else would he do with them? that's the logic Haden was using right now. He was book smart sure, just not exactly people smart, or smart in any other way. He honestly didn't care anymore.

tagged: Janet with Casper(;
word count: blah-blah-blah
outfit: here
notes: translations: "You have to be fucking kidding me, this is bullshit." & " First he was fucking late, now he's just being ridiculous. Fantastic drug dealer. "
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[casper felix deangelo]

the older deangelo male could be impatient as well it was kind of in their blood, because their father was an asshole and he had never liked to wait either. it was why sometimes casper got beat and why tyler had got beat. they didn’t jump sometimes, but at other times the wrath of their father like figure was something else. either way they got upset and bitchy easily if given the right circumstance. casper wasn’t extremely late though he was like five minutes late which he didn’t think was too bad considering haven was somewhat a crazy city and he could have easily got stuck in traffic and shit. though the person he was going to be possibly selling to was going to be angry. casper would not take that boys attitude with a stride though. smoking was something that relaxed the male and he didn’t know who he was going to have to deal with and sometimes honestly he did get nervous, because you could be dealing with someone insane like his father and sometimes it brought fear out in him, but other times casper kind of felt like he was in a pickle and he learned how to defend himself that much was for sure. he carried a loaded gun well he loaded it in the car before getting out it wasn’t loaded before. he had never in fact killed, because tyler and that would just be something he couldn’t stomach.

he ran a hand through his hair and took in the beauty of the nature. he wasn’t making it pure by selling drugs within it, but he loved the scents and the scenery. it gave him an idea. maybe him kai and marie could go camping or something it may be fun and a completely different experience he didn’t do that camping in the back yard thing with marie when she was younger so it’d be something that the two could make up doing by actually going camping and well maybe skye could come sense he was inviting kai. he hated leaving her alone during the night. he didn’t know if she was fearful or not, but he just didn’t like her being alone at night ever sense he met her they were kind of like attached at the hips. sometimes they got caught at the hips in more than one way though, but he cared for her they were like family in a way.

casper approached a boy standing tall and he looked like maybe his eyes were a little watery, but he figured he was already on something which meant that he wasn’t going to get as smooth as a deliver as he had thought he would given that it sounded like a kid. the whatever made him raise his eye brows and he kind of stood up straighter and taller eyeing the individual. if he wanted to be an asshole he could be that drug dealer. the boy looked like he was familiar and he saw the i.d. haden and ramirez that was oddly familiar to him, but he knew he hadn’t ever seen this person in his life. he licked his lips and listened to him rattle off in spanish. ” Mentira? Su actitud es bulshit. Estoy a cinco minutos finales demierda es mejor calmar el culo de mierda no voy a poner al día con su niño de mierda poco. Esta es una ciudad grande ver si usted puede conseguir a nadie que maneje cerca de desgaste de ir a la escuela secundaria” he said: Bullshit? Your attitude is bulshit. I'm five fucking minutes late you better calm your fucking ass I won't put up with your bullshit little boy. This is a big town see if you can get anyone to drive close to wear you go to high school all that in spanish. He rolled his eyes and reached into his pockets to get the drugs waiting for him to pull his cash.

Then the little boy kept rattling off and he moved and folded his arms. ” ¿Quieres ser un pendejo poco lo que puedo ser un idiota también.Entiendo tu feening, pero usted me necesita más que yo necesito que entender que en primer lugar.” he said this: You want to be a little asshole I can be an asshole too. I understand your feening but you need me more than I need you understand that first, because the truth was he didn’t need him he had some clients already and the market was going rather well and the boy was the one that called him. Sure he was five fucking minutes late, but he didn’t lag ass. Then he spoke english wearing a smirk. ”I can go sell these to anyone easy so you get off your high fucking little horse there and you’ll get what you asked for now I want sixty for the pills, I want seventy for the lsd and for the weed you wanted a two dimes right? I want twenty” he said naming his prices. Things could get way worse and he was prepared for that.

words: eight fifty-three
tag: haden and miss sexy and i know it ;P

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[haden necalli ramirez]

Haden hated being sober, the longer he was sober, the more he would think about the pain he felt, the fears her had, his broken heart. He hated that feeling, of helplessness, of being pathetic. He felt grand when he was on pills. He grew wary of alcohol, lately he didn't mix well with it. So at this moment, this aching moment of waiting, the space between getting his drugs and swallowing those pills. It was nerve wrecking. Once again, part of the reason he was being such a bitch. He wasn't like this to a few people, though those few people ended up leaving his life. Voluntarily or not. It didn't matter. He ended up alone and sad. So why not just be an asshole? Why not push everyone away? It worked so well! Besides, the young Latino had no plans of a future. He had spent years dreaming of revenge, of getting his father and taking anything his father cared for and destroying it. Making him pay for what he did. Making him miserable. Then he would slowly kill him, make him feel pain like nothing else. sure..it was a bit psychotic, his thoughts when it came to Mr. DeAngelo. Though, watching that exact man kill the only person you ever loved? It would tend to make even a young soul snap. so as you could see, Haden didn't see a future for himself. He wasn't a mastermind..He would definitely get caught for what he planned to do, and he would be put in jail. So again, why bother with relationships? why bother having a life? He would continue to cloud over the thoughts with drugs, until the time was right.

The dark haired boy knew he had family, he knew at least one person was alive from his family. His half sister, or was it cousin? He didn't know what to call them, blood relatives, siblings, either way. He had saved one, maybe the last one, and left it at that. Forgetting about her. He wanted to save her from his father. He did have a heart, he just didn't show it. Haden glared at the older guy, eyeing his facial features. They were weird...they looked so much like someone he knew, but he couldn't place it, or he didn't want to. For all he knew the guy could look like a past dealer, maybe related, maybe he'd be just as dangerous. Doubtful though, his thoughts were spreading and playing tricks on him. Making him nervous. But he swallowed it down, and kept his facade going. a scoff escaped his lips and he rolled his eyes. "Oh, por favor, como si no pudiera encontrar un distribuidor mejor que el culo? Mi escuela está lleno de ellos. Sólo tenía la esperanza que sería menos amiture. Supongo que no!" Oh please, like I couldn't find some better dealer than your ass? My school is full of them. I was just hoping you would be less amiture. Guess not! He laughed. Yeah, he was going to be a dick and insult the guy. Not the smart thing to do, but Haden had a thing with provoking people. He truly loved it.

He rested his hand in his pocket, getting ready to take out his money. He rolled his eyes and chuckled. "¿Por qué no acelerar este proceso y entonces usted no tendrá que lidiar con mi caballo de alta ya." Why don't we speed this up and then you wont have to deal with my high horse anymore. He listened to the other list off the prices and raised a brow. That seemed lower than usual, and he didn't like it. There were two things he hated, charity, and cheapos. So if this guy was doing either of those, well he was pissed. He took out the amount of money he would usually pay for it and shook his head. "You got the price on your weed right, but for some odd reason your pain meds and LSD are lower than the usual. so either you are a cheap ass bitch or you are assuming that since I'm a kid I shouldn't have to pay that much. Is that it? Hmm? 'cause I'm smaller than you I get special treatment? No..I'll pay the right amount. cheapo drugs or not." His accent was thick, and made his words come together in a sexy way. He wasn't used to speaking so much English. He didn't really like it either. Not to mention this whole deal was pissing him off.

tagged: Janet with Casper(;
word count: blah-blah-blah
outfit: here
notes: Haden is stupidd
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[casper felix deangelo]

Casper found that now a days more and more teenagers were experimenting with drugs just like back in the day the like seventies or eighties. It was all good or whatever no judgment because he himself had experimented to feel numb and stuff or when he felt numb, but now he was just selling these things. It was like he was a doctor in a way fixing others problems but presenting them with the drugs of their choice to subside the pain. Doctors proscribed medicine, and well they chose what meds they wanted the druggies, but he was still getting it to them. Yeah, they were some silly thoughts, but he found it to be a creative thought about being a drug dealer. He should make cards that said Dr. Dealer. Today, though he didn’t know the reasoning behind the drugs maybe it was just some sort of cool thing to do and the guy he talked to on the phone was going to go party, but he didn’t exactly order and abundant amount to really do that efficiently. It wasn’t his place to ask questions, but sometimes he did.

Casper didn’t know about anymore family then the one sister he had still alive or maybe there was two he really didn’t give a fuck about the other one. She was a brat and dad’s little angel and it was disgusting and he wanted nothing to do with her, but Marie he loved her and he’d spend forever attempting to make up the years he had missed with her. Kai was his other family who wasn’t really family, but she was family damn it and no one was too question that. The little boy well not little, but he was little to Casper reminded him of someone or no not something someone. He just could place it. He kind of shrugged the thought off and listened to be boy scoff again and ramble off in Spanish. “Sí, estoy seguro, y sus medicamentos son, probablemente, de oro.” he said rolling his eyes. Yeah and their drugs are probably gold. Then he said he was amateur and well Casper couldn’t help but laugh at how stupid that comment was. Was it supposed to be an insult. Ah, teens didn’t know how fucked up the drug world could be and they went and ran their mouths sometimes. He pulled out the drugs shaking his head. ” Esto es lo que me sale a la venta a la inmadurez de pendejospequeños, supongo. Comentarios estúpidos.” he licked his lips not even caring what the boy thought of that if he wanted to act immature and make comments well Casper wasn’t afraid to speak his mind right back. This is what I get for selling to immature little assholes. Stupid comments.

” Tal vez, porque yo estaba tratando de ser agradable al principio, yvenir a conversar, incluso pensó en darle una cerveza, pero se convirtió en un pequeño pinchazo, así que están de acuerdo. No hay problema. Tengo una mejor mierda que hacer de todos modos a continuación, pasar tiempo en el bosque con un mierda de todos modos poco ingratos.” Maybe, because I was trying to be nice at first and come and make conversation even thought about giving you a beer, but you turned into a little prick so I agree. No problem. I've got better shit to do anyways then spend time in the woods with an ungrateful little shit anyways. he was cutting five dollars mainly because it was his first deal to the kid, but the heavy accent went off on him in English now. He rolled his eyes at just listened to what he had to say and took his money handing him the drugs. ”It’s called a break because it was my first deal to you, but if you want to be a dick about it too considering you seem like one of those unhappy people I just can’t win with by trying at all being nice so be it I’ll take your fucking ten extra dollars” he said and pushed a hand through his hair. He took his smokes out not caring that it was in the woods anymore he lit up this little Ramirez something or other was just really stressing him out and it was a good relief. He took a drag and was going to offer him one, but he just shook his head at the thought. He didn’t want to deal with anymore of this little temper tantrum shit if he wanted that he’d get a babysitting job.

words: eight fifty-three
tag: haden and miss sexy and i know it ;P