The Notwist

A/N: Once again, inspired by this lovely, lovely song right har;



So I thought this would be fun to do! Also, this is a very Mature topic. Mostly due to implications of drug and alcohol abuse, crimes and possibly sex...so...beware!!!

Storyline:

We live in a tainted world, where everyone is sick. Some want to cure themselves of their sickness, whatever it may be, but some embrace it. They grow addicted to it; their sickness. And there are some who find their cure with others like them, and they are comforted. But how long will it be until they've reached their breaking point?

Rules:

• You can have as many characters as you can handle, but I may cap it at 6 or 7.

• No GP

• No PP

• No Bullying

• Ask if you may join, then fill out character sheet second.

• Have fun~~~

Character Sheet:

Name:
Sex:
Age:
Sexual Orientation (optional):
Appearance (if cannot provide a picture be descriptive in their looks as possible):
Issue(s) (drug/alcohol abuse, sex addict, criminal, whatever you can think of that causes them to be upset and destructive to others or themselves):
Personality:
Bio (background story; optional):

I EXPRESS AN INTEREST IN THIS PARTICULAR CC.
may I join?

Why yes you may!

>.> Considering I quit all of my other CCs, could I join this, perchance?

If you do, you are more then welcome to join, Avery!

((That question again~~ scratch that, BB said I could))

Name: Michelle
Sex: female
Age: 16
Sexual Orientation (optional): pansexual
Appearance (if cannot provide a picture be descriptive in their looks as possible):
Issue(s) (drug/alcohol abuse, sex addict, criminal, whatever you can think of that causes them to be upset and destructive to others or themselves): She's a drunk, sex addict, party girl, all of those describe her.
Personality: Um, it'll be pretty obvious after a post, lol.
Bio (background story; optional): Her mother and father basically kicked her out a few months ago, although they frantically looked for her after she actually left. She's hooked up with all the parties and usually uses them as a place to stay for the night, although she ends up sleeping out on the streets a lot as well.

Name: Darren
Sex: Male
Age: 20
Sexual Orientation (optional): Straight
Appearance (if cannot provide a picture be descriptive in their looks as possible):

Spoiler:

Issue(s) (drug/alcohol abuse, sex addict, criminal, whatever you can think of that causes them to be upset and destructive to others or themselves): He is a drug dealer. Mostly for behind the counter pain medications, he is also a user for those.
Personality: Recluse, quick to the point. But when he is not on his craving for the meds he's normally calm, even what you can call a funny guy.
Bio (background story; optional): He lives in a small apartment where most of his sellers crash the night there as well. Before all this he was just a typical college student with minor back problems. When he ran low on money he sold out his back pain meds and suddenly he got addicted to them as well.

You wanna start?

((Sure thing~))

Hitting rock bottom sucked. At least what Darren thought. he never believed that this was happening. He ran out of his pain meds and he was already getting calls from his buyers about wanting more. He could use that money for paying the bills but without pills there is no money and that means...

"F***ing piss," he sighed as he came home and tried to turn on his lights and they didn't turn on. No electricity 'til the next paycheck then.

Not wanting to come home to a empty home with no electricity, he slammed the door to his apartment, locked it up and went to go somewhere else. Maybe to one of his buddies places. Maybe even then he could bum some pills off of them...

Michelle

Michelle slid to the floor, her back pressed against the wall. Her hands were almost shaking too hard for her to pull the pill gripped in one of them. Taking it dry she hit her head back against the door and left it there, a small sigh escaping her lips.
He'd said she best be gone when he got back home. How long did work last for him normally? Till three... she had an hour to be gone.
Michelle's eyes slid shut as she flipped through where the parties should be later. She'd have to try to find another place for the night. Benches weren't her style.