You can't remember how long you've needed it. Weeks, months. Years, perhaps? Time is irrelevant when you're life has crumbled to nothing more than each hit. She said this one was different, though. She said it would bring you back, make you normal.
Come on, sweetie. It's not like you have anything to lose?
Pantha's words running through your mind, for what seemed like the thousandth time. Or was she standing next to you, whispering it into your ear, lightning blue whips of hair caressing her every word. It didn't matter, once she gave you that little green pill, nothing would matter.
You pound on her door, the iron reinforcements sending echoes throughout the complex. She lived on the 24th story of a 30 story apartment building, in the middle of the city. Usually home to university students or single parents, Pantha took up residence here for more private matters. She had peddled you from the start, every drug under the sun had passed your lips, your mind begging for them to give you reprieve.
Nothing had worked like this though.
You pounded again, frantically looking behind you. Others were there, all edging to see if she'd open. You didn't know how many people she served, nor how many suffered like you did. You didn't care. All you prayed for was for that door to open, and for that little, green, pill.
Looking forward to any interest or help, PM me for any questions. Thanks.
Come on, sweetie. It's not like you have anything to lose?
Pantha's words running through your mind, for what seemed like the thousandth time. Or was she standing next to you, whispering it into your ear, lightning blue whips of hair caressing her every word. It didn't matter, once she gave you that little green pill, nothing would matter.
You pound on her door, the iron reinforcements sending echoes throughout the complex. She lived on the 24th story of a 30 story apartment building, in the middle of the city. Usually home to university students or single parents, Pantha took up residence here for more private matters. She had peddled you from the start, every drug under the sun had passed your lips, your mind begging for them to give you reprieve.
Nothing had worked like this though.
You pounded again, frantically looking behind you. Others were there, all edging to see if she'd open. You didn't know how many people she served, nor how many suffered like you did. You didn't care. All you prayed for was for that door to open, and for that little, green, pill.
This RP will revolve around a handful of characters, all suffering from the same illness. Frequent hallucinations, paranoia, bipolar. Scores of doctors have had you sent to psych clinics, then on to neurologists, and then to laboratories. Nothing they gave you made anything better, and as a result, you had to drop out of University to take care of yourself. Your only escape was drugs, every drug, which you obtained from a girl who goes by the name Pantha.
Your illness started in your late teens, and has progressed since then. Your entire life has revolved around acquiring money for drugs, specifically the green pill, which she was selling at $300 per pill. These pills, which she has named O9, grant you full and utter reprieve for 4-5 days, a break that you covet over all. Due to your physical condition, your work must be from home (or crime), as your undiagnosed mental condition doesn't win you friends in human resources.
Your last pill wore off two days ago, and the hallucinations have started. All you know about the others is they're here for the same reason you are. But for the same drug, is unknown.
This is a serious RP, and is set in modern times. The city isn't important, but I'll be using Brisbane (as that's where I live), for street references and what not. Any criticism or help would be greatly appreciated. This will be done on the forum, with a group set up for OOC.
Your illness started in your late teens, and has progressed since then. Your entire life has revolved around acquiring money for drugs, specifically the green pill, which she was selling at $300 per pill. These pills, which she has named O9, grant you full and utter reprieve for 4-5 days, a break that you covet over all. Due to your physical condition, your work must be from home (or crime), as your undiagnosed mental condition doesn't win you friends in human resources.
Your last pill wore off two days ago, and the hallucinations have started. All you know about the others is they're here for the same reason you are. But for the same drug, is unknown.
This is a serious RP, and is set in modern times. The city isn't important, but I'll be using Brisbane (as that's where I live), for street references and what not. Any criticism or help would be greatly appreciated. This will be done on the forum, with a group set up for OOC.
Name:
Age:
Gender:
Nationality:
Appearance:
Bio: How did you come to Brisbane? When did your illness start? Background info, jobs etc.
Symptoms of illness: Hallucinations and paranoia are necessary. Anything else is up to you.
Personality:
Studied?: What course did you study before you dropped out. This background knowledge gives you an advantage in certain areas. e.g. IT helps with computers etc.
Accommodation, if any:
Inventory: There will be no magic bags. State what you have on you, and keep track during the RP. No guns.
Age:
Gender:
Nationality:
Appearance:
Bio: How did you come to Brisbane? When did your illness start? Background info, jobs etc.
Symptoms of illness: Hallucinations and paranoia are necessary. Anything else is up to you.
Personality:
Studied?: What course did you study before you dropped out. This background knowledge gives you an advantage in certain areas. e.g. IT helps with computers etc.
Accommodation, if any:
Inventory: There will be no magic bags. State what you have on you, and keep track during the RP. No guns.
Looking forward to any interest or help, PM me for any questions. Thanks.
