2P!USUK Rp w/Rose and solarmoon59
May 26, 2015 19:35:08 GMT -8
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Post by Empress Rose (◕‿◕✿) on May 26, 2015 19:35:08 GMT -8
(( yooo just a little rp between @solarmoon59 and i hope u guys enjoy watching the angst we plan to create together pff alright here I go and I apologize if this starter gets long ))
New York Fucking City. Who would've thought, that of all places, Allan would've wound up there. Sure, it was a beautiful city, and Allan had always dreamed of living there, but what in hell ever made him think that he could have survived there? He, with the job working at a liquor shop in a shady neighborhood that barely got enough customers to keep the place open, let alone provide for him and his needs in life? He, with the criminal record that would make it so no manager with common sense would hire his sorry ass? He, who slept around and couldn't commit to anything in his life, especially not a relationship. How the hell did he ever think he was going to be able to last long in this expensive-ass city without doing anything short of selling his soul to Satan?
It was a bad idea, moving to New York City when he barely had a penny to his name. He knew that now, but it was too late to change anything. Didn't have enough money to pay the rent, got kicked out of his apartment. Started sleeping in the liquor store and ended up drinking a good part of the stock every night, got fired because he couldn't pay for it. No job, no money, no house, barely any belongings. He slept in a different place each night and went around doing odd jobs for people to see if he could scrounge up enough money to order off of the dollar menu at some fast-food place. And of course, he needed that pack of beers, too.
It'd been a month since Allan had started living on the streets. He was now an alcoholic and spent all the money he had on beer instead of food and finding a decent place to sleep like he should've been. His self esteem was non-existent and so was his will to live. His life was devoid of color and adventure. In all honesty he wondered why he hadn't done himself in yet. And on top of all that, he'd recently come down with something that was far worse than the common cold, though he didn't know what it was and he didn't have the money to treat it.
As he sat on a bench in Central Park, seemingly coughing his lungs up while the people around him walked past without so much as giving him a brief glance, he didn't notice that someone from a past part of his life had seen him and recognized him. He sat there, unaware that his life was about to take a change for the better as this man approached him carefully...
New York Fucking City. Who would've thought, that of all places, Allan would've wound up there. Sure, it was a beautiful city, and Allan had always dreamed of living there, but what in hell ever made him think that he could have survived there? He, with the job working at a liquor shop in a shady neighborhood that barely got enough customers to keep the place open, let alone provide for him and his needs in life? He, with the criminal record that would make it so no manager with common sense would hire his sorry ass? He, who slept around and couldn't commit to anything in his life, especially not a relationship. How the hell did he ever think he was going to be able to last long in this expensive-ass city without doing anything short of selling his soul to Satan?
It was a bad idea, moving to New York City when he barely had a penny to his name. He knew that now, but it was too late to change anything. Didn't have enough money to pay the rent, got kicked out of his apartment. Started sleeping in the liquor store and ended up drinking a good part of the stock every night, got fired because he couldn't pay for it. No job, no money, no house, barely any belongings. He slept in a different place each night and went around doing odd jobs for people to see if he could scrounge up enough money to order off of the dollar menu at some fast-food place. And of course, he needed that pack of beers, too.
It'd been a month since Allan had started living on the streets. He was now an alcoholic and spent all the money he had on beer instead of food and finding a decent place to sleep like he should've been. His self esteem was non-existent and so was his will to live. His life was devoid of color and adventure. In all honesty he wondered why he hadn't done himself in yet. And on top of all that, he'd recently come down with something that was far worse than the common cold, though he didn't know what it was and he didn't have the money to treat it.
As he sat on a bench in Central Park, seemingly coughing his lungs up while the people around him walked past without so much as giving him a brief glance, he didn't notice that someone from a past part of his life had seen him and recognized him. He sat there, unaware that his life was about to take a change for the better as this man approached him carefully...
