Post by blackrosemoon on Dec 5, 2006 18:06:17 GMT -5
~She took a drag of her cigarette, and savored the flavor. She blew a long stream of smoke as she peered around the dark apartment. Her latest 'client' stirred, but quickly started to snore again. The russeling sheets sounded like a locomotive in her ears from the straight tequila she shot last night. She gingerly rumaged through the clutter of cigarrette packages, prescription bottles, and syrenges. She finally pulled out a small bottle of Ibiprophin. She fumbled with the cap, then popped 4 in her mouth and swallowed roughly. She sighed and began to shiver a bit. Yet another normal day for her.
~Across town, he sat as his 'kitchen table', which in reality was actually only a unstable card table. He took a swig of the bottle and slammed it down. He peered with foggy eyes at his surroundings. The trash ritten apartment, filled with pizza boxes, beer and other alcohol bottles, and other trash. He grimaced, and put his head on the rickedy table. He threw the bottle down, sending glass shards everywhere. Yet another normal day.
~This was a day before both of these teens families dragged them to an innovative rehab clinic, CherryWood Rehabilitation Center. Here, these two where put in the same room, recieving the same treatment, and their families come to visit them everyday. Nothing seems to be working. Can the people that love them help? Or can they help each other?
Rules:
~No Sex please
~Cussing is ok
~Stay active, please
~Warn before getting off
~...Have fun!!
Form:
Name:
Age:
Gender:
Relation/Role:
Personality:
Bio:
Looks:
Other:
((It doesn't have to be lengthy...but please, do have some description!))
Roles:
~Rehab Girl: Me {Serenity/F/19}
~Rehab Guy:
~Doctors
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~Guy's Family:
~~
~~
~~
~Girl's Family:
~~
~~
~~
I will have my prof. up in a minute!!
~Across town, he sat as his 'kitchen table', which in reality was actually only a unstable card table. He took a swig of the bottle and slammed it down. He peered with foggy eyes at his surroundings. The trash ritten apartment, filled with pizza boxes, beer and other alcohol bottles, and other trash. He grimaced, and put his head on the rickedy table. He threw the bottle down, sending glass shards everywhere. Yet another normal day.
~This was a day before both of these teens families dragged them to an innovative rehab clinic, CherryWood Rehabilitation Center. Here, these two where put in the same room, recieving the same treatment, and their families come to visit them everyday. Nothing seems to be working. Can the people that love them help? Or can they help each other?
Rules:
~No Sex please
~Cussing is ok
~Stay active, please
~Warn before getting off
~...Have fun!!
Form:
Name:
Age:
Gender:
Relation/Role:
Personality:
Bio:
Looks:
Other:
((It doesn't have to be lengthy...but please, do have some description!))
Roles:
~Rehab Girl: Me {Serenity/F/19}
~Rehab Guy:
~Doctors
~~
~~
~Guy's Family:
~~
~~
~~
~Girl's Family:
~~
~~
~~
I will have my prof. up in a minute!!