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 Posted: Tue Jan 18, 2011 4:26 pm
The not too distant future.
A epidemic of organ failures.
Millions die
Chaos!
Out of the tragedy
A savior emerges
"Without a heart transplat you will die."
"But I can't afford this operation!"
"Don't worry. GeneCo offers organ financing!"
GeneCo payment plans cheat death - for now.
GeneCo carves out a new niche, surgery as a fashion statement!
GeneCo also develops zydrate, a expensive and addictive painkiller.
Grave-robbers sell a cheap version of zydrate on the black market. Extracted from the dead.
Rotti Largo, GeneCo's founder lobbies a bill through congress.
Organ reposessions are legalized!
Rotti Loargo and his kids Luigi Largo, Amber Sweet and Pavi Largo
the world's most powerful family.
But for those who can't keep up with their organ payments the Largos send in Repo men!
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Posted: Tue Jan 18, 2011 4:32 pm
Rules
Why hello there. You must obey my rules or else I'll send the repo man after you. Listening? Okay great! So this is a roleplay based off of my absolute favorite movie of all time - Repo! The Genetic Opera. If you've seen it, great! If not, then that's okay too! The previous post is a transcription of the comic book explanation scene at the start of the movie, so hopefully it gives you a idea of what the movie/this roleplay is about. Any questions, feel free to ask me!
I'm calling this lit-break, because if I don't, I myself probably won't post here. So just type what you can and give us something to work with. Oh, decorate your posts, too! You can take your character's name and punch it into Google Images and you should get what you need. =)
Umm, what else. What elllllseeeeeee. *cue smoke from Bleu's ears* Oh, right! The profile! Just pick a character PM it to me with the character's name and your posting color. There'll be LOTS of character's available in this roleplay so I'm hoping to get some of the inactive members interested in this as well. =)
Pssh, I hope that's good enough for rules. I explode with excitement for this roleplay, so... I'd like to get moving on creation! Huzzah!
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Posted: Tue Jan 18, 2011 5:09 pm
 Rotti LargoThe ailing GeneCo president, looking for a worthy heir. He sees his own children as "vultures" and "ingrates", and is bitter towards Nathan for stealing Marni, an ex-love, from him. He is the one who poisoned and killed Marni, in a jealous rage. Rotti Largo is unaware of Shilo's existence at the start of the film, and then comes to love her as she reminds him of his lost love Marni, her mother.[themesong]Vanilla Nerd  Pavi Largo Rotti's youngest son, vacuous, effeminate and narcissistic. He wears a deceased woman's skinned face as a mask to cover his own face, which is horrendously scarred. Due to the way his face is attached, he is able to change faces on a whim. He is shown to be quite charismatic and somewhat of a lady-killer (both metaphorically and literally).[themesong]open  Luigi Largo Rotti's eldest son, an abusive homicidal sociopath. He wields a knife at all times and is usually wearing an ascot. He will stab someone for something as little as getting his shirt messy or getting him the wrong coffee. So far the only things that are known to cheer him up are popcorn, and killing. He has a habit of often ripping open his shirt to change into a new one after repeatedly getting his shirt bloodied up, a trait attributed to Obsessive Compulsive Disorder.[themesong]xXRumpleteazerXx  Amber Sweet Rotti's surgery and Zydrate-addicted daughter and Mag's rival. She obtains Zydrate illegally from GraveRobber, with whom it is suspected she has a relationship. Ironically she is also the face of the Zydrate support network. Her name change is addressed in the song Happiness Is Not a Warm Scalpel, where Rotti states, "I did not complain when you changed your name from Largo to Sweet." and Amber replies, "I need a stage name!" In an interview. Amber Sweet is extremely jealous of Blind Mag's singing abilities and popularity, she shows joy in learning that Mag's eyes are going to be repossessed.[themesong]IceColdEmbrace  Nathan Wallace (RepoMan) Shilo's father and a widower, having lost his wife Marni, a death for which he blames himself. Nathan , a doctor, believes he accidentally poisoned Marni, causing her death. Rotti Largo, the real murderer, blackmails Nathan and has him sign a contract to become the head Repo Man. Nathan often laments his late night duties, but a seeming multiple personality tends to take him over, leaving him a vicious killing machine as opposed to the kind-hearted, torn father.[themesong]Ze Queen of Bleu  Shilo Wallace A 17-year-old girl confined to her room her entire life due to what she believes is blood disorder she inherited from her mother. In reality, she is being imprisoned by her father, who cannot bear the thought of her leaving him and sees himself as protecting her. Her father gives her "medication" every day to throw off her blood pressure and cause hair loss, making it appear that she has the symptoms of the blood disorder he told her she has.[themesong]rima-shiki-daisuki  Blind MagBorn blind, Mag is given the ability to see by signing her life away in a contract to sing for GeneCo Genetic Opera. After 17 years as Geno-Co's property, she is marked for repossession and is set to deliver her final performance for the company. She is Shilo's godmother and was best friends with Marni, when hearing of Rotti's decision to provide Shilo with a cure for her "blood disease" she risks enraging Nathan and Rotti by coming to Shilo's house and warning her not to make the same mistakes she did by taking Rotti's cure. And only to be tricked in the end.[themesong]DarkYang109  GraverobberA Zydrate peddler, getting a street-grade unprocessed drug from dead bodies, with connections to Amber Sweet, sexually and as a dealer. Mysterious and darkly charismatic, he acts as the narrator of the post-apocalyptic world, and becomes Shilo's guide as she ventures outside of her room for the first time[themesong]Vanilla Nerd
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Posted: Tue Jan 18, 2011 5:11 pm
Minor / Original Characters  Zydrate VultureA Zydrate peddler and Graverobber's younger sister, 'Jessebelle' is rumored to have connections to Pavi and Luigi Largo. Inexplicably peculiar, she's known for her 'no bullshit' attitude and can be recognized by a long slash wound down her thigh from a previous scuffle with the authorities.[themesong]xXRumpleteazerXx
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Posted: Wed Jan 26, 2011 2:58 am
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Posted: Wed Jan 26, 2011 3:00 am
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Posted: Wed Jan 26, 2011 3:01 am
 Years roll by without you, Marni. seventeen have come and gone. I raised our Shilo with the best intentions. But there is something I can't tell her; I am lost without you here... ╔══════════════╗
I am only living out a lie!
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Shilo can never leave; she is my everything. Nothing can bring you back. Shilo is all I have. 『Assassin. Murder. Monster.』xxxxx Nathan Wallace pulled off the mask to his "repossession" uniform and hung it up after spraying himself down to rid himself of the blood from his latest kill. Mrs. Trista McInnes. Liver repossession. Apparently the woman had quite the drinking problem prior to her surgery, her liver was completely ruined and she required an immediate surgery to replace it before her fast approaching death. Nathan found himself scowling ever so slightly as he packaged up the perfectly cut out organ.
"It's for the best that this one didn't make her payments. She was already on the verge of destroying this liver as well," he grunted. This job had left him incredibly jaded.
He looked at his watch, it was time for him to be home so that he could make supper for Shilo. He also needed to ensure that she took her medicine. The very same "medicine" that he had given to her for the past seventeen years to ensure that she stayed sick. He needed for Shilo to believe she had a blood disorder inherited from her deceased mother. Losing Marni had almost destroyed him, if he were to let Shilo out into the world, he would risk losing her as well. That was not an option.
After making the transformation from Repoman back to simple Nathan Wallace, he returned back home, relieved to see that Shilo was still in her bedroom. Lately, he had noticed her trying to break out and "explore" more often than usual. Each time he left for the job that Rotti had "offered" him, he feared that when he returned Shilo would not be there.
"Shilo, it's time for your medication."
 ❝ have I failed my daughter? then let the father die, and let the monster rise.❞
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Posted: Wed Jan 26, 2011 3:49 pm
((ooc: I wrote this being set towards the beginning of the movie, it'll turn into the outcome of the photos Rotti recieves...))
"I want a hit of Z, and we're not talking for free"
"Baby I'll give till I break"
"For a hit of that glow"
"So come on. Climb on. Man up!"
 Time was ticking by. Sky blue eyes were glaring into the clock hanging on the wall. Her hair was currently a black, it was long, and straight with no bangs. Her outfit was all black, leather studded shorts, and a lacy bra peeked out of her ruffly sheer sleeveless top. Her fingers twitched, she was always missing something. She bit her lip looking over at the entrance to the large bedroom, two men stood at the door like statues. Her fingers were running through her hair, and her mind was reeling, she needed to change. Such a sad Scalpel slut.
Her breathing was ragged, and the withdrawal was kicking in, it had been 6 days since her last hit. Amber would of been proud if she could think clearly. Her last run in was a happy blur. She felt the need to change again, it was a throbbing call deep in her being. Amber's breath hitched, that was the final straw,
Daddy will pay, he wants me to look perfect...
She was trying to find reasons to justify getting something changed, she wanted to feel that warm scalpel cut across her flesh with ease. She wanted to feel the sweet numbing of Z. She needed to change inside, to ever truly feel alive. She was dreadfully tired of her sleek black hair, and new a new style would suit her so much more. That was all she needed, her mind was set, and she was more than ready. She'd just have to find that lousy Graverobber for a little surgery easing blue glow.
She pushed herself off the ground and rushed to her guards, they were such good loyal buff men, who did as they were told, and knew how to keep their mouths shut. "It's time to go out, I have an appointment with the GENterns later." She had booked an appointment, but with a name like hers and all the power behind it, they'd fit her in without even without an appointment. She made her way to the streets where her dealer hung out. The famous Graverobber wasn't always easy to find, her search began. Driving past dark alleys, until she saw a couple girls walking into the shadows. I've found you, my little blue glow. Amber Sweet had nothing but the drug on her mind, and maybe her strange relationship with her dealer. She'd never admit the joy she got out of torturing each him, and vice versa. She looked at her driver, and hopped quickly out of the limo, "I'll call for you when I'm ready to be picked up..." She walked into the shadows, the limo speeding off, and her two bodyguards followed on both her sides.
"We both know what we want"
"I know you wanna take me"
"Take me, I can take it baby."
"Come on, work me!"
"Come up and try my new parts!"
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Vanilla Nerd Vice Captain
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Posted: Wed Jan 26, 2011 5:17 pm
 Industrialization has crippled the globe; Nature failed as technology spread. Best you be punctual, with making your payments; Lest it be you on the concrete below.
 « It's the 21st Century C U R E! »
It's quick. It's clean. It's pure.
The Graverobber had been doing his daily routine, scrounging the streets for any lost dead bodies and digging up graves in the shadows. He let out a deep chuckle whenever a poor soul begged on their knees for a hit of the blue cure known as Zydrate. As long as they had something to trade (like money), Graverobber was more than welcome to give it out. At the moment, he was down a dark alley and feeding two girls their hit of 'Z'. He bowed and accepted their cash and stuffed it into his pants pocket.
Suddenly, a figure emerged in the shadows. It took him a moment to see it and he felt his lips curl into a smirk. He recognized the eyes of poor little Amber Sweet. She was a sad little excuse of a girl, but for some reason he couldn't help but feel attracted to such sadness. As if he were taunting her, he pulled out a thin tube of the blue liquid that glowed like a nightlight. "Miss Sweet," His voice as dark as the shadows. "Is there something you'd like?"
❝ and it's my job -- to steal and rob G R A A A A A V E S! ❞ OOC: Ugh, I'm sorry it's so short... I'm just not ... happy... I just wanted to post something.... |: Sorry<3
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Posted: Wed Jan 26, 2011 6:42 pm
((ooc: It's okay! I'm sorry your unhappy sad ugh my turned out short too lol))
"I want a hit of Z, and we're not talking for free"
"Baby I'll give till I break"
"For a hit of that glow"
"So come on. Climb on. Man up!"
Amber gave him a cold look, her hands on her hips as she stared him down. He'd just finished with some other needy girls, she could see them in the background, relishing there high. Her lips pouted as she walked forward, with all the confidence she had, proven in each strong click of her heels. She was in front of him in no time, and her eerie baby blue eyes were suddenly locked on his fingers. They had pulled out a glowing blue vial from his pocket. It was like a little piece of heaven. Amber's lips parted as she suddenly felt parched, she wanted it, she needed it, the Z he had.
Amber Sweet stood within arms reach of the Graverobber. One hand was firmly gripping her hip, the other reaching out to give his coats collar a tug, urging him closer. Smug b*****d, taunting her so cruelly. No matter, Miss Sweet would get back at him one way or another. She brought her lips to his ear, her hot breath was a harsh contrast to the cold of the night. "Why yes Graverobber," Her voice was laced with need, "I think you know exactly what I want...." She had all night to screw with him, play his dumb little games that she would never admit, she loved so much. They helped her feel alive.
"Give me a hit." her tone was stern, and with that said smirked. It wouldn't be long till she felt nothing at all.
"We both know what we want"
"I know you wanna take me"
"Take me, I can take it baby."
"Come on, work me!"
"Come up and try my new parts!"
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Posted: Wed Jan 26, 2011 11:38 pm
 | Turning tricks | Scratching your Itch | I'm a robbing snitch | Come get your Zydrate fix |  Keeping to the darkness, a quiet shadow slipped out of a grimy alleyway. Her feet silent on the ground as a streetlamp brought a glimpse of the shadow into view, revealing a short woman in a black corset dress. Fleeing from the direction of the cemetary, Jessebelle scurried towards the collection of alleys where she knew her brother lurked. If she could describe their relationship in one word, that word was: Strained. Jessebelle rarely saw her brother except for one or two holidays a year, and sheer happenstance of walking onto the same road. ' but perhaps its better this way.' He had his business, and she had hers. Of course, with him being nearly nine years her senior, by the time she was old enough to get to know her brother, he was already out of the house. She had given up the idea of having a closer relationship a long time ago. The least she expected was curteously, and her brother was always kind and agreeable whenever she thought to say a quick hello. Which was usually the longest they conversed. 'Hello!...Goodbye...', with the awkwardness of trying to find a subject inbetween.
However, today was different.
Jessebelle actually had a reason to seek him out.
Catching sight of the universally known Amber Sweet hurriedly strutting into an alleyway, it didn't take a genius to know where her brother had hidden himself. Grumbling to herself at her potentially bad luck, Jessebelle scurried her quiet feet to tilt her head around the corner to answer the question of whether their transaction was in exchange for money or favors. Seeing Amber's mouth mumbling something into his ear was enough incentive to widen her eyes and backtrack a few hurried steps to hide underneath a staircase. ' Glad I didn't wait before checking.' On her list of top embarrassing moments, trying to sell other things in a nearby alleyway and accidentally asking her brother if he wanted a date had to be the worst. ' That was the -last- time I asked that question before being able to see who it is.' After that embarrassing bumble, the idea of accidentally seeing Graverobber and Amber Sweet in a lascivious position would be the second worst thing. ' Oh thats disgusting.', Shaking the image from her head with a grimace, she tapped the cell phone on her wrist-watch and waited for the head-shot halogram to blink to life. Normally she would just go home and try another day; but, she didn't have the time to give him the space he needed for business.
" Hey. I need to talk to you. Now. So hurry up and meet me at the place, Brother.", Jessebelle then turned off her watch to end the 'phone call' halogram before lowering her wrist to her side and staying hidden beneath the staircase for a few minutes more. Feeling it a good decision to add the 'brother' at the end, getting the strange sensation that long time clients of his might get jealous or something if she didn't, Jessebelle waited only a moment longer to breathe before slipping away into an adjecent alley. On route towards an abandoned crematorium she used to sleep in. Among other things.
Sometimes you have to get on your back yourself.
[I tried to write something short and funny, but it ended up being longer than I intended, so I apologize for that. No worrying about length in a lit break, so yeah. Hope this doesn't wreck your plans. I can change this if it does. Or if you want a better relationship between them Nilla. I thought them having a strained relationship would explain why you never see her in the movie. X3]
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Posted: Thu Jan 27, 2011 7:37 am
Industrialization has crippled the globe; Nature failed as technology spread. Best you be punctual, with making your payments; Lest it be you on the concrete below.
« It's the 21st Century C U R E! »
It's quick. It's clean. It's pure.
Amber's hot breath against his ear made him chuckle deeply. He always knew what she wanted, it was always Zydrate. If they were ever in some kind of relationship, it was drug dealer and drug addict. He knew that the only reason Amber ever made lascivious gestures or acted upon her actions was to try and get a free hit if Z. He lifted his free hand and held it out, palm up. "You know how this works, Sweets, I can't just give you it for free, now." He knew she was either going to toss him a wad of cash or attempt something beyond the payment of money. And at the moment, Graverobber really didn't mind the latter.
But suddenly his wrist decided to talk to him. His younger sister's face appeared and he felt himself sneer. He didn't sneer at her, just at the interruption. He had been getting so accustomed to his graverobbing and drug dealing life, he almost forgot he had another side to him. He had a sister, a baby sister that needed to talk to him right that very second. He was reluctant to do so, but he stuffed the Zydrate back in his pocket.
"Sorry, Miss Sweet," He bowed. "But I must be off, duty calls elsewhere, we will continue on a later date."
He left the alleyway and headed back towards the place little Jessebelle always slept. He tried to tell her, every time he got the chance, not to sleep in the same place more than once or else it'd make the Big Boys find her faster. As much as they barely talked, this graverobber cared about the kid. Finally, Graverobber found the crematorium and knocked on the gate.
❝ and it's my job -- to steal and rob G R A A A A A V E S! ❞ OOC: DERKADERK. I loved the post. Now maybe there's a reason that Graverobber feels so inclined to help Shilo... -wiggles- I love finding out cute backgrounds of characters that made them who they are... Let's hope Amber doesn't get too made at Graverobber.
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Vanilla Nerd Vice Captain
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Vanilla Nerd Vice Captain
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Posted: Thu Jan 27, 2011 7:46 am
 Who will inherit Geneco? I'll keep those v u l t u r e s GUESSING.M A G G O T S. V E R M I N.
You want the world for n o t h i n g! Nathan Wallace had potential, 'til he stole my M a r n i away!
In D E N I A L Nathan blamed himself for Marni's sudden d e a t h -- And never once thought to suspect that man who wrote his checks!
I guess I'll take it to my D E A T H!
Rotti sat at his desk, his two female bodyguards at his sides as he looked through all the files on his children. It hadn't been the first time he's seen such horrific deeds done by his kids, and it definitely wasn't the first time he had to buy their way out of the s**t they got themselves into. Amber was getting non-stop surgeries while the rumors continued to escalate about her drug use, Luigi was murdering people and Pavi had been murdering poor girls and stealing their faces. Rotti slammed the files down onto his desk and sneered down at the vultures he once called his own flesh and blood.
"What the hell is wrong with you?" He aimed his frustration at Luigi for the moment. ""I'm sick of having to... of having to..." He felt his chest hurt, it was getting harder to breathe every day. After getting the diagnosis from the doctor that he had cancer and was dying, he had to set out his master plan. If his own flesh and blood were not fit for his money, then he would find someone else. Rotti coughed into his handkerchief, noting the blood stain but hiding it and tucking it back into his pocket.
"I'm very disappointed in you." He finally spat out.
❝ I can go out with a bang ❞
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Posted: Thu Jan 27, 2011 8:28 am
| Turning tricks | Scratching your Itch | I'm a robbing snitch | Come get your Zydrate fix | In a world thats built on the backs of the dead. Standing in the crack between the Crematorium and the parallel building, Jessebelle peeked her head around the corner when she heard a knock on the gate. As punctual as her brother usually was, she had not expected him to arrive this early. Given the client. ' Maybe she did pay in cash.', Unable to know for sure (and not wanting to know for sure) Jessebelle poked the remainder of her body out from between the buildings and omited a quiet 'pssst' sound. Waving her arm in her direction before disappearing into the shadows again. Unaware to most, the front gate had been sealed shut by the authorities to prevent further thievery of surgical and embalming equipment. ' Silly brother probably still thinks I sleep here...', and she would let him think that, so that they could continue to have some form of a meeting place.
Scurrying silently into a crevice in the wall, Jessebelle disappeared inside the wall of the Crematorium. Finding her bag containing surgical tools, among other things one need not mention, Jessebelle found the document she had been looking for and carefully dragged it out before unravelling the paper. The 'kinks' would forever be laden in it due to her folding; but, it was still quite legible regardless. Holding the paper close to her belly, as if protecting valuable treasure, Jessebelle peeked outside the hole in the wall to ensure they had not been followed before turning on a tiny light to reveal the paper's contents. Normally Jessebelle never did things like this; as it wasn't like her brother needed any help finding Zydrate; but, when one found a genuine treasure map from a reliable source, she had to share such news. Not wanting to waste time with unnecessary 'hellos' Jessebelle just handed him the paper and pointed at a particular area of the map.
" There's a body-dump hidden inside that Mausoleum.", Jessebelle rarely smiled, but the makings of one started to bloom on her face. Back when the epidemic first hit, the death toll was so catastropic that there was no room for graves. Only the rich could still afford graves. Most were mass cremated like the hallocaust; but, that eventually grew tiresome, so they simply dug big pits and burned them or covered them. Before graverobbers discovered that Zydrate could be extracted from the dead. Many cemetaries and 'Mausoleums' had been built atop of these 'body-dumps' but most of them had been destroyed by Geneco when Zydrate extraction had made itself into a sub-market. Finding one was rare, finding one with known Zydrate users was even rarer. Jessebelle, had managed to find both.
Sometimes you have to get on your back yourself.
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Posted: Thu Jan 27, 2011 11:30 am
"WHERE THE F U C K IS DAD BROTHERS?"
"I DON'T TAKE LIP FROM A C U N T" Amber frowned when he turned his palm out, pouting a bit. She was special though! She did sometimes get it for free. She was counting the seconds until something interrupted them, Nothing ever interrupted their off routine. Playing Cat and mouse, till they both got something they wanted.
What?a Call? Really? Her tone was an odd mix of disappointment and anger. Disappointment was something she wasn't used to, she was Amber ******** Sweet, Rotti's Only ******** daughter. After hearing the call f she was disappointed before, now she was just pissed. She felt like she got hit by a train or something. "What? No-Hey....wa-wait....stay!" But it was too late. Not only was the one thing she craved nestled back safely in his pocket, but he was off to go talk to some other girl. Amber would never admit that beneath the sheer addiction to the Zydrate, she was no longer going to get, she felt jealous. She spun around on her heel, looking at her guards, "Sometimes I wonder why I even bother..."
Still pissed she pushed past her guards and headed toward the limo, her new destination was the Largo residence. The entire car ride, she was just angry. No drugs, no surgery, since having a surgery without the help of her little glass vial was out of the question. Once at the mansion she got changed, since the only thing she could change at the moment, and went to her father's office, where she heard everyone was having a little get together. A tight lacy white top, with a mess of white and black string for the skirt. As soon as she came through the elevator, she sprawled out across the love seat. Not bothering to look at anyone else in the room. It didn't take a mind reader to sense the thick hair between the Largo's. And it didn't take long to hear why, damn those paparazzi constantly catching all the mischief the Largo kids did. She didn't need to know what the photos were, she knew each kid had respective issues. She as just glad Daddy didn't say the 'disgusting' comment to her face, she actually would have felt bad.
Amber knew all the tabloids loved these kids, so ******** there lives up was natural to them. Amber played with her hair, almost happy she didn't get her hit. Almost. She would of showed up drugged up, or passed out, missing the little get together. She took in deep breaths trying to look as innocent as possible, and she was doing a good job as long as she didn't have to see the look on her father's face, cause it would have broken all her walls down.
There father left, to attend to his own business, Amber took the time to consider her options. She could shop or she could get the crappy legal version of Z. The only thing she needed was to feel numb, feel the scalpel slicing through her skin, a needle tugging the pieces together. But she was at a loss. Biting her lip she sat up on the love seat, her heels clicking on the floor. She'd just have to kill some time, and soon everything would be fine. She'd almost forgotten about her brothers in the room still, maybe they could prove to be amusing..."SO YOU THINK YOU GOT H E A R T"OOO
"SO YOU THINK YOU GOT B A L L S"
OOOO"WELL IT'S MY TURN TO S H I N E!"
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