Don't Overdose.

I don't know how the city got this way. It was never supposed to end like this and now I know that I can't do anything to turn back time and make it all better.

People have been disappearing, bodies found laying around the once clean streets. The past hundred years have been like a wrecking ball to our city, to Orsia. There is a constant fear that you'll be next, that your emotions will be drained straight from your body. That what happens to people around these parts. If you're not rich or upperclass, that you'll probably be next.

After you've been harvested, your emotions go through the long process of being concentrated and pressed into tiny little pills. These pills are far more valuable than anything you'll ever see. Food, water, even diamonds. Only the snobs, the super rich, or the stupid theives will get their hands on these. Drug runners are all over the city, sending them from place to place.

Looking back, I guess I see how it all happened, as much as I'd like to deny it. After the president was killed, it just seems like everything is getting worse and worse, like some sort of fucked up chain of events. I just want it to stop. Now, the drug industry is running wild and I'm stuck in the middle of it. I don't really have a place around the industry, but one important factor is keeping me around. I'm Lyra. The dictators daughter.


Setting: Orsia is a large city, quite a bit smaller than New York City, but built very similarly. All of the buildings tend to be very large and the streets seem to be narrow, but everything looks rather run down. There are a few pristine buildings on the north side which is where all of the drugs are produced and held, but sometimes, you run across one building that might be a bit cleaner than the rest. There aren't a whole lot of people around and outside the city is a thick layer of forest, then beaches and the ocean, surrounding the entire city. Orsia is an island. Floating self sufficiently in the middle of nowhere. It was really the only place to survive on modern day Earth.

Character Profile:
Name:
Age: (16-20)
Gender:
Looks: (Picture is prefered)
Other:

My characters... Be prepared.

Name: Lyra Cross
Age: 16
Gender: Female
Looks:
Other: Dictator's Daughter

Name: Adella LaPierre
Age: 20
Gender: Female
Looks:
Other: She's a middle class citizen, not too high up.

Name: Waverly Vera
Age: 18
Gender: Female
Looks:
Other: Um, she's got a lot of baggage, I can already tell, but I'm not sure what.

Name: Isaac Maise
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Looks:
Other: At the top of the drug running gangs.

Name: Able Collier
Age: 20
Gender: Male
Looks:
Other: n/a

Name: Regan Tolman
Age: 16
Gender: Male
Looks:
Other: n/a

IT IS BASICALLY COMMON KNOWLEDGE THAT QUITE A FEW OF THESE CHARACTERS ARE DRUG RUNNERS.

reserves spot for like....4 charries

Name: Vlad Stefoniou (Stef-on-neo)
Age: 20
Gender: Male
Looks:
Other: n/a for now

Name: Landon Levine
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Looks:
Other:

Name: AJ Shelton
Age: 19
Gender: Female
Looks:
Other:

Name: Heidi Cheeko
Age: 16
Gender: Female
Looks:
Other: she always wears this ring, no one knows why

Name: Lane
Age: (16-20) 19
Gender: male
Looks: (Picture is prefered) ermmm...I'll find one later
Brown moptop hair with a slight unruly curl to it. Cute rectangular nerdy glasses. Freckles on cheeks and around nose. Foresty green eyes with golden hints.
Other: lyra is his best friend? (if that is ok??)

Name: Sabrina
Age: (16-20) 17
Gender: female
Looks: (Picture is prefered)

Other: Works for Isaac as a drug runner.


Name: Wyatt
Age: (16-20) 17
Gender: male
Looks:
(Picture is prefered)
Other: sabrina's brother. Doesnt aprove of her drug running.

IT IS BASICALLY COMMON KNOWLEDGE THAT QUITE A FEW OF THESE CHARACTERS ARE DRUG RUNNERS. (Just for reference, this comment wasn't made toward my characters, this was made to all of the characters in this chat. There will be no upper class unless you ask me specifically because I have one to come.)

Name: Zev
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Looks:
Other: Drug Runner

Name: Kaito
Age: 18
Gender: Dude
Looks:
Other: Slight addiction

NOTE:

Most common emotions are common to get on the streets, but some emotions are extremely hard for anyone to get, so drug runners rarely, rarely have the following:

Love
Hate
Peace
Fear

Alo, there are ranks in Running. They don't have cool code names, but they're cut into four quadrants:

1. (The lowest) Underlings
2. Middies
3. Orphans (Isaac is laughing... *has told me this*)
4. Kings

Lyra hated it. She hated the money, the fame, she hated being the daughter of the most influential man in Orsia. She was constantly under pressure to be perfect, to be exactly what he wanted. But no one could make her perfect like they wanted. No now in particular. She stopped outside the back door of her father’s building, holding a spoon over a lighter. A few seconds after the mixture had boiled, she tied off her arm and sucked the liquid up with a clean syringe. It took her a minute to steady her breathing before letting the metal plunge into her arm. Within seconds, she was feeling the drugs take hold of her body. Trust. Euphoria. An easy high that she could ride for at least a few hours. She got up and left her drug stuff on the steps, wandering into the city.

Landon took a deep breath, his high mostly worn off. He had only given himself a small dose anyway. He stepped out his small house and walked down the street, trying to decide what high to shoot up with next. There were many emotions, but lust lingered in his mind. No, no. He mustn't use that one. It had caused him some trouble last time. He couldn't decide so he just shoved his hands in his pockets and walked, head down.

The clicking of Adella’s heels and the soft shuffle of worn down shoes brought the sorrowful street to life. All of the faces were cleaned of emotion. They all looked so old, so sad. Adella couldn’t blame them. Most of them looked like shells of the people they once were. They probably were, constantly worried about their loved ones being snatched in the night and drained. Wasn’t that what everyone worried about? Well, not if you don’t have a family. That’s why she was thankful she didn’t have anyone to rely on or anyone that would weigh her down by needing protection. She was alone, which meant she was as safe as she could be.

Waverly had almost finalized the sale. She resisted the urge to tap her foot impatiently as she held out the pills to the man who just looked them over like she had all the time in the world. She had a client to meet in ten minutes and she wasn’t going to be able to go anywhere. Then, her urges finally spilled over. “You gonna buy something or not?” She snapped. He looked up, surprised and grabbed three bottles of pills without even looking. She grabbed her scanner and scanned the pill bottles, then his card and turned her back without a second word. She needed to get to the other client before she was too late and he called the deall off.