This is my first post, hope you enjoy. Please help me continue the story.
January 2000
Tayna looked at the padlock on her apartment door and let out a tired sigh of defeat. Three months behind on rent, her electricity had been turned off last week, and now she couldn't even get a change of clothes. The last year had been a living hell and it looked like this one wasn't going to be much better. In her first year in Paragon City she had been mugged twice, the second time winding up in the hospital with internal bleeding from the beating, and lost her job. Needing money she became a stripper to try and pay the bills, until a customer followed her home one night. Another stay in the hospital with various broken bones and due to the damage told she'll never have kids, a bad year.
One last look at the padlock she hung her head in defeat and left the building. Hoours later she found herself in Perez Park sitting on a frozen park bench under a broken light smoking her last cigarette triing to figure out what the hell she was going to do. Lost in her thoughts she never heard the robed figures slip up behind her or the first waves of power as the spell washed over her, locking her in a deep sleep.
She felt cold, a deep bone numbing chill that was equal parts fear, terror, pain and physsical cold. In the darkness she heard a whisper, soft and gentle, beckoning to be heard; she listened. The whisper wrapped around her, engulfing her, caressing her, and she welcomed it. The darkness promised to take away her pain and loneliness, to ease all her suffering, in return all she had to do was let it in.
Paragon City news papers listed it as another homeless woman found dead of exposure, end of story. January 2006
Standing in front of her new home the woman that was once Tanya Sanders smiled, she had a permanent home and a new outlook on life. Still smiling she turned to leave;the sun was setting, time to go meet her new neighbors, but at least she knew she would still have a home when she returned. Row 7, lot 43a Moth Cemetary, Dark Astoria.
For reference, Tanya is 5'5" with dark hair and pale skin.
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Whoah. Pretty nice writing there! When you want us to continue the story, do you mean as an open RP or do you just want us to criticize if it is good or bad?
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Thanks Blarg. As an open RP, lets see how this story develops and what characters you all can come up with.
This is my first post, hope you enjoy. Please help me continue the story.
January 2000
Tayna looked at the padlock on her apartment door and let out a tired sigh of defeat. Three months behind on rent, her electricity had been turned off last week, and now she couldn't even get a change of clothes. The last year had been a living hell and it looked like this one wasn't going to be much better. In her first year in Paragon City she had been mugged twice, the second time winding up in the hospital with internal bleeding from the beating, and lost her job. Needing money she became a stripper to try and pay the bills, until a customer followed her home one night. Another stay in the hospital with various broken bones and due to the damage told she'll never have kids, a bad year.
One last look at the padlock she hung her head in defeat and left the building. Hoours later she found herself in Perez Park sitting on a frozen park bench under a broken light smoking her last cigarette triing to figure out what the hell she was going to do. Lost in her thoughts she never heard the robed figures slip up behind her or the first waves of power as the spell washed over her, locking her in a deep sleep.
She felt cold, a deep bone numbing chill that was equal parts fear, terror, pain and physsical cold. In the darkness she heard a whisper, soft and gentle, beckoning to be heard; she listened. The whisper wrapped around her, engulfing her, caressing her, and she welcomed it. The darkness promised to take away her pain and loneliness, to ease all her suffering, in return all she had to do was let it in.
Paragon City news papers listed it as another homeless woman found dead of exposure, end of story.
January 2006
Standing in front of her new home the woman that was once Tanya Sanders smiled, she had a permanent home and a new outlook on life. Still smiling she turned to leave;the sun was setting, time to go meet her new neighbors, but at least she knew she would still have a home when she returned. Row 7, lot 43a Moth Cemetary, Dark Astoria.
For reference, Tanya is 5'5" with dark hair and pale skin.