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Post by Malice In Wonderland on Jun 8, 2006 22:36:35 GMT -5
A small girl that couldn't be more than eight looked up at her mother. "I'll show you! One day I'll run away and you'll be sorry!!" She young girl screamed and ran to her room. "Don't yell at me little waste of flesh...." Her mother screamed her voice slurred. She was drunk. She kicked down the little girls door and stared at her evilly. "You daddy will be home soon and then you'll be punished for your stupidy.." She slaped her then ran out of the house. the girl watched her leave and quickly grabed a roller suitcase and started throwing important items in it. Some food that didn't need a refrigeraot and cooking to be eatable some clothes a few vauleable items that would be worth alot of money. her spaical cover and a pair of her mothers shoes that way she could have something that would fit her for a while. Even if they did slip off. She packed some more of her overly large clothing. She fanily remebered money. She ran to her mothers purse, which she forgot, she pulled out all the cash, about 500 to 600 dollars. her mother was always 'rich' because of her trade. Illeauge Narcodics. She carefully stuffed the money in and zipped it up and then ran out the door draging the suit case behind her.
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A girl of about 15 woke up and sighed. wraped in her spaical cover she looked around the old hospial room and stood up. She had done quite abit to the room. She had dusted it with a broom and put down a few sheets from the Good Will about three blocks away and she had a nice light in the room. She keep the window dusted and covered if it rained.It only got slightly wet when it rained. She looked over at ehr food supli. She would have to go to the store today and look through the dumpster. There was always something that was still ediable. And of course she could rip something off from the dollar genderal store spiff it up with help from the Good Will and pawn it. She had a pretty good layout. She had short hair as to pervent lice. her hair came abit above her shoulders and was dark brown almost black. She had dark blue eyes and a red top and blue jeans. Both were slightly ratty but what can you exsept for 2 dollars from a thrif store? ((Sorry its short ish and stuff..I hope it looks alright..and typos are all in it..XD))
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Post by fantasyluver on Jun 9, 2006 0:43:55 GMT -5
((This isn't my type of role play but I was reading for fun just Like I do all the time and have to say I LOVE the intro shortish not really it is good I like it. I also like how you make the runaway thing more real like eating out of the dumpster and such. Seeing as it turns out to be like that for most runaway kids.))
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Post by Malice In Wonderland on Jun 9, 2006 1:52:41 GMT -5
((This isn't my type of role play but I was reading for fun just Like I do all the time and have to say I LOVE the intro shortish not really it is good I like it. I also like how you make the runaway thing more real like eating out of the dumpster and such. Seeing as it turns out to be like that for most runaway kids.)) OOC-ness: Thank you..I always fiugered if some one ran away..there would not be alot of money for food and such..but thank you for your wonderful comment..I thought it sucked but its nice to know it was better than I thought!^^ :ssen-OOC |
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Post by sweetxcatastrophex on Jun 9, 2006 9:52:06 GMT -5
Fourteen year old Bethany sat on her bed in her so called "home" which was nothing like a home. There were no family members there that cared for her, only her abusive father Ryan and herself. Her father was down stairs with a bottle of beer in his hands and the television in front of him. Bethany sat on her bed thinking of a plan, "He will se me and then beat the shit out of me" Bethany said to herself. Even though the thought of being caught made her shiver, she knew this was her only chance. bethany pulled out a black duffel bag that she stole from her fathers closet two days ago and started stuffing clothes, blankets, a pillow, a notebook, a pen, and twenty dollars she saved up. Her hazel eyes looked scared and exvited at the same time, knowing she would be out of this hell for ever if she made it. Dark brown hair was pulled up into a messy bun. She slienty walked down the stairs, seeing that her father was asleep, she ran to the door and opened it. "my freedom" she sighed as she walked down the street. (It sucks darn I wanted to make a good introduction)
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Post by Malice In Wonderland on Jun 9, 2006 15:10:18 GMT -5
((its pretty good!))
The girl walked over to a small little lake like puddle thing. it was abrely big enough to wash off in but small enough so people wouldn't know anything about it. It was behind some weeds out side of the Hosipetal. Old, run down, abandon, and any other syamenm for crap you can find in the dictoary described the hosipal. but it was the girls home and that would do. She walked over to the small puddle/lake and took off her clothes and got in to bathe. She washed her hair with some soap she had 'barrowed' from the nearest Dollar Store and then washed the soap off and got out putting bakc on her clothes. Now to go look for some food or maybe get some money some where. Last week she got luck and found a ten dollar bill.
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Post by paranoid212 on Jun 9, 2006 16:50:40 GMT -5
"I hate you!" screamed a seven year old girl, Shayla. She was yealling at her mother who, for the past three days, had been yelling nonstop.
"I hat you too you little bitch." sreamed a woman about thirty. "I wish I had never given birth to you! You never do anything I tell you to, and you are the laziest little bastard I've ever seen! You're a fucking rotten child!"
A little boy about three walked into the room. "What wong?" he asked looking at his sister.
"Mommy hates me!" she told him.
"That's right. I do. " the woman told her.
The woman grabbed the little boy and ran upstairs. Shayla heard a door slam. She slowly went up the stairs and stood out side the door of the room where she heard a door slam. Click. It was locked.
Shyla ran to her room and grabbed her rolling Hello Kitty suitcase. She packed it with clothes and shoes, leaving room for other things. She picked it up by the handle and went quietly downstairs. She stooped in the living room and unzipped the suitcase.
She ran to the kitchen and grabbed what she could for food. A few small bags of chips, some bread, peanut butter, and water. she put it in her suitcase and zipped it up. She ran to her mother's purse and took out her wallet. She looked inside. A thousand dollars! Her mom had been holding out. She was saying "Oh no, I'm broke!" for the past three weeks.
Shayla took it.
She ran out the door. She stopped at the end of the drive way and turned around. "Bye." she said as she walked down the street.
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Gotta go!
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Post by Malice In Wonderland on Jun 9, 2006 20:10:20 GMT -5
She walked down the street calmly a few people who had homes and were rich looked at her with upturned nose. She ignored them. AH! A five dollar bill. She hurridly picked it up and put it in her pocket and smiling. People would offten drop money but either not notice, or not care. Either one was good for her, sence it gave her a chance at some food and maybe a nice pieace of jewelery from the Good Will that would be pawnable.((Sorry its short...kinda got writers block))
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Post by sweetxcatastrophex on Jun 9, 2006 21:00:56 GMT -5
Bethany run down the street and turned the corner into a alley way. She lived in the shity part of town where most of the homeless people lived, so she saw tons of people laying on the streets. Bethany kept walking, she thought the farther away the better. Her hazel eyes looked bloodshoot due to the crying she did as she walked. Bethany was what you called an emotional reck, someone who holds their emotions in for so long they burst. Bethany then looked around at the busy street lights, she spotted the park nearby and run towards it. Bethany then found a empty bench and laid her thin body on it.
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Post by Malice In Wonderland on Jun 9, 2006 21:16:49 GMT -5
She walked into the crapper part of town and spoted an open bench in the park and made her way to it only to be beaten to it by another girl. "Damn.." She mummbled. She sat down on the grass next to it. She sighed and took a small break breathing carefully. She had asmtha and she knew it, but there was nothing she could do. And it wasn't all that bad so she just needed small breaks and she could keep going. She stood up and got ready to go once again.
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Post by sweetxcatastrophex on Jun 10, 2006 8:44:36 GMT -5
"Sorry" Bethany said in a soft tone to the girl she beat to the bench. Bethany moved over on the bench and sighed saying "Here come site with me." Bethany was always a nice person even if she should just care about herself, she couldn't.
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Post by Malice In Wonderland on Jun 10, 2006 15:19:31 GMT -5
She looked over. "it's okay..." She said her voice soft and quite. She sat down next to the girl. "Hello..My name's Crimson.." She said with a faint, barely noticeable smile.
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Post by paranoid212 on Jun 10, 2006 16:13:11 GMT -5
Shayla was now just about nine. She woke up in an abandoned house. It was old, dangerous, and half torn down. There was an old beat up couch that she slept on. She sat up, grabbed her things and headed for the door.
She was out of food and money so she headed out to find some place where she could steal food.
She was dressed in a pair of pants that were a little big on her, and shirt that was getting small, and a sweatshirt that was much too large. All these things she had found in dumpsters or taken out of the Salvation Army box out side a local store. On her feet were a pair of sandals she had taken from some one on the beach.
She walked toward the part of town where all the homeless people were. She had to go through here to get to the other side of town. As she was walking through she stopped looking for a bench to sit at.
She couldn't find on so she sat on the curd a few feet away from two teenage girls.
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Post by Malice In Wonderland on Jun 10, 2006 16:41:08 GMT -5
Crimson looked over at the little girl. "Hey.." She said softly. "COme over here.." She scooted voer just abit so the girl would fit on the bench. She wondered why these girls had rna away and when. She had ran away when she was very young so she was sued to it. Maybe she and the girls could get together and they could make a sort of family.
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Post by sweetxcatastrophex on Jun 10, 2006 16:56:25 GMT -5
" I should have never left home" said Bethany in a scared voice. She knew she would die out here, she never lived by herself, not to mention she was on the streets. Bethany pulled her messy hair out of the bun and let the curls bounce up and down. The only thing thay made this ok is that she wasn't the only one.
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Post by Malice In Wonderland on Jun 10, 2006 16:59:42 GMT -5
"Why did you leave home?' Crimson asked her voice stayed in its quite tone. She never tlaked much. Only to a few stray cats that came up to her 'home'. She awaited an awnser. She problely knew.
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