You Found Me

[TwistedDreams]

Basically i myself, would be the male drug addict.


The RP will start with the woman (you) climbing onto the railings or around there! then after that, anything can happen!


-Character Skeli-


Name:


Age:


Appearance: (picture or GIF, no anime)


Personality:


History/bio(optional):


Other: 
-Character Skeli-


Name: Jerry Paltier


Age: 29


Appearance:


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Personality: When not high on Heroin, Jerry is a kind and warm hearted person, who tries to do good by everybody.


History/bio(optional):


Other:

 

[Daeya]

Alyson Night


26


Overall depressed, but whenever not crying or shut into a room, she is a nice person.


Although, some anger issues. -slightly-


Other: English accent, originally from London.


Lost her best friend exactly a year ago.
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[TwistedDreams]

Alyson Night


26


Overall depressed, but whenever not crying or shut into a room, she is a nice person.


Although, some anger issues. -slightly-


Other: English accent, originally from London.


Lost her best friend exactly a year ago.
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Wow, very nice character, i guess this will probably be sort of romantic i guess. (oh im sort of basing this kind of off my experiences but not really, i dont know why im telling a random stanger this but last week i cut my wrist and almost died, i got back from hospital 2 days ago, im extremely depressed and lonely and im only 16 :/ hope i havent freaked you out, but yeah, i dont know why i decided to tell you. i guess you can start the rp? i just wish there was someone to help me out like in this rp, but theres not. thats why im doing this rp i guess. idk im rambling.

 

[Daeya]

Wow, very nice character, i guess this will probably be sort of romantic i guess. (oh im sort of basing this kind of off my experiences but not really, i dont know why im telling a random stanger this but last week i cut my wrist and almost died, i got back from hospital 2 days ago, im extremely depressed and lonely and im only 16 :/ hope i havent freaked you out, but yeah, i dont know why i decided to tell you. i guess you can start the rp? i just wish there was someone to help me out like in this rp, but theres not. thats why im doing this rp i guess. idk im rambling.

Of course I could start it, and I totally understand. If you need to vent, vent to me cx I have four older sisters that use me in every decision of their lives. I am diagnosed with dysthymia, so I could partly understand.


Give me a bit and I'll get the starter going.

 

[TwistedDreams]

Of course I could start it, and I totally understand. If you need to vent, vent to me cx I have four older sisters that use me in every decision of their lives. I am diagnosed with dysthymia, so I could partly understand.
Give me a bit and I'll get the starter going.

i appreciate it, but me venting would literally be like a novel to read. i await your post  
ah i see we have similar disorders/depression, i myself have major depression, diagnosed.

 

[Daeya]

In New York City, nobody sleeps. Some people just lay in their beds, fighting consciousness with their thoughts. One of those people, would be Alyson Night. Despite being draped in a duvet like every night, she was chillingly cold. The woman had something on her mind, something no successful entrepreneur should ever think; suicide.


It was time, to say goodbye. Goodbye to all of her hard work, goodbye to a college degree, goodbye to friends and family that honestly didn't give a fuck. And of course, goodbye to herself. A young, 26-year old woman. Dark brown hair that served as a curtain when she needed privacy to cry. Large brown eyes that would let her emotions seep through like a mirror; no matter how hard she tried to conceal them. A slim body covered in scars and burn marks, each a prize from every night she spent alone in her room. Goodbye, to all.


The woman flew off of her bed, grabbed a pen and paper. Silently and without any emotion, she scrawled Goodbye. Alyson threw it onto the counter, then ran out of her apartment building. Of course, it was the middle of the night. But, the city never sleeps, does it. She would have to find somewhere where she couldn't cause a commotion- a safe spot. Safe from nosy night owls, safe from the NYPD, safe from everything, but herself.


Finally, she found a bridge. Nothing special, just an abandoned bridge. Sure, nobody would find her body until the morning. Alyson threw off the light coat that encased her arms, and made her way to the edge. The night was particularly cold, making all of her senses come alive. Throwing off one heel, she placed a bare foot on the bars. I'm doing it, I am really, really doing it, Alyson thought, kicking the other seven-inch off to the right. By now, half her torso was leaning over the empty space below. Sighing, she slid the earrings out of her ears, throwing them down into the oblivion.


"Nobody can stop me now."

 

[TwistedDreams]

the bus rolled ever closer to the city of New York as Jerry leant against the window. He had almost no money, his only possesions were the clothes on his back and he's rucksack which consisted of a blanket and around 5 dollars. He sat there with the sleeve on his right arm rolled up to reveal a series of track marks from where a needle had pierced his skin, or more like many needles. Jerry was a drug addict, and at this moment all he could think about was getting his next fix, his next dose of that sweet toxin that had ruined his life. He has used up most of his money buying a ticket from Las Vegas to New York City, he didnt know why he chose New York, it was just a split decision, anyhow he doubted he would still be alive in a week.


The bus came to a hault "New York City!" The bus driver called down the bus. Jerry stood up, slung his small rucksack over his back and joined the crowd of people all pushing eachother to get off the bus. When he finally managed to get off the bus, he looked around and noticed that the city was still a little bit of a walk away although it still cast a huge shadow over him, The city that never sleeps..


Jerry started walking in the direction of the city, he quickly spotted a rather rusty and old bridge, no cars seemed to be driving across it although there was a perfectly fine road that through it, he noticed that instead, the cars were driving across a larger and newer looking bridge probably about 600 feet away. He decided it would be quicker just to cross this bridge, it looked reasonably secure and safe. As he started across the bridge he noticed a woman a little bit up from him, she looked scared and upset, Jerry planned to continue walking until she kicked off her heels and procceeded to climb onto the railings. She was going to jump, end it all.


Jerry jogged towards her at a reasonably fast pace. "Hey! Hey lady!" He called, coming to a stop a few feet from her, he didnt want to get to close incase he scared her into jumping.

 

[Daeya]

"Dammit. Go away, don't make a scene. Go. Away." Alyson yelled back in response, looking at him with her large brown eyes. The woman didn't hesitate, sighing deeply as she swung one leg over the bars- securing it on the small ledge overlooking the darkness below. The English woman sighed, relieved, the swung the other over; the only thing supporting her was her strong arms.


Alyson released her grip on one of the bars, reaching out into the night air.


-sorry for short post-

 

[TwistedDreams]

"Dammit. Go away, don't make a scene. Go. Away." Alyson yelled back in response, looking at him with her large brown eyes. The woman didn't hesitate, sighing deeply as she swung one leg over the bars- securing it on the small ledge overlooking the darkness below. The English woman sighed, relieved, the swung the other over; the only thing supporting her was her strong arms.
Alyson released her grip on one of the bars, reaching out into the night air.


-sorry for short post-

is she about to fall.. or idk?

 

[Daeya]

is she about to fall.. or idk?

Yes cx

 

[TwistedDreams]

After yelling at him to go away the woman took a step over the edge, almost as if taking a normal step although this step would cause her to fall to her death, she would either hit the water below or hit the concrete below the bridge, both situations would probably cause her to die. In a split decisison Jerry ran forward and grabbed the womans are, pulling her back onto the platform, he wasnt going to pull her down back onto the bridge ground but he was going to try and persuade her to do it herself.


"Dont.. It's not worth it" He said looking up at the woman still holding her hand.


(ill be back in an hour g2g)

 

[Daeya]

She could feel the decision weighing down on her, as she moved a leg forward- about to give her weight into the gravity. Suddenly, the man she had previously told to bug off grabbed her remaining arm, disrupting the pale skin with his rough grip. She grew lax, setting her back against the bars and closing her eyes. "Please, you don't know my situation. Everyone that tells me that- they just don't know. Every single 'it's not worth it' or 'it'll be better soon' just drives me closer towards the edge. I'm ready for an adventure- I'm ready to find out what happens after this mundane life. Getting in my way, isn't going to do anything. Even if I do get back over this ledge, I will sure as hell go find another bridge- maybe climb to the top of a building. I will not feel the pain anymore." Alyson said calmly, her eyes still remaining closed.

 

[TwistedDreams]

The woman was partly right 'it's not worth it' was quite an over used and not exactly a good way to stop someone from committing suicide. "Are you kidding me?" He said letting go of her arm gently. "Until i saw you, all i could thinka bout was getting my next fix" He rolled up his sleeve to show her the needle marks, he didnt know if this would help the situation but he knew he had to do something. "I know why you want to do this.. you dont have a reason to live" He continued. "Please, come down from there... save my life" He said, He been alone all these years, on the streets, maybe he had finally found someone just as messed up as himself.

 

[Daeya]

She shook her head, re-stating her previous posture. "Just another sick bastard- I don't help people. The last person I helped, ended up six feet under because of I. It's best you keep your distance from Alyson Night." The woman said, looking away from the needle scars littering his veins, grimacing a bit. Alyson tossed her brown hair of out her face, looking down towards the darkness below her. The longer she stared, the more she grew a little more uneasy. Yet, she kept on hand released from the grip, and one keeping her balance as she waited for the man to go away. She could feel herself growing tired, her feet longing to feel the gravity pulling her down. Alyson exhaled, as if ready to do it.

 

[TwistedDreams]

Jerry intimidately realized that it was a mistake to mention his own problems, the woman leaned even further over the edge. Jerry's mind raced, what would he do, at this point if he made an attempt to grab her again she would probably dive off the edge. "Alyson!" He said quickly "Nothing is worth doing this over" He looked around, a few people were looking over, keeping their distance but that was what things were like in the big apple, cold and no one cared about you, but there was something about this woman. "H-Have some Coffee with me!" He almost cried out, it was a spur of the moment decision "Please.."

 

[Daeya]

She straightened up again, turning her entire body back towards the man. She saw him glance a little off in the distance- a small throng of people had collected. Even a few had their phones out, taking discreet pictures. "No, no, no!" Alyson whispered, jumping quickly back to the other side of the bridge and collecting her heels. She slid each one on, instantly growing in height. The woman turned away from the crowd, terrified. "You. Go away. I don't want to talk to you, or anybody for that fact. But here- stop by later tonight. 282 11th Avenue, apartment twelve. I or my be- no, just I will greet you." Alyson said quickly, turning around from the man and sighing quickly, about to leave.

 

[TwistedDreams]

Jerry couldn't help but feel relief, he had saved someones life today, for now atleast. He watched as the woman stepped down from the railing and gathered her heels. She still looked terrified, she quickly told him to go away and meet her at her apartment later that night, Jerry simply said "Ok" and watched as the woman walked off, she walked off almost as if nothing had happened.

 

[Daeya]

Alyson wiped her eyes, refusing to let liquid tears roll down her cheeks. She had almost been there, until that man had showed up. The urge to end it all had been wiped away as soon as she stepped back over, instead replaced by anger- a feeling that wasn't a stranger to her. The woman pulled her long hair up into a bun as she turned the corner, then removed the heavy white jacket that covered her shoulders. A temporary disguise- until she could get back to the Avalon. Alyson leaned into the street, hailing a mid-night cab. She got in, nearly yelling, "Avalon Apartments. Go."


Minutes later, the woman came to the doorstep of the complex, throwing some change to the cab driver. She slipped hurriedly through the glass doors, waving hello to the security guard making him night rounds, finding her way to the elevator as if she had did it a million times. She pressed the second button, gripping the edge of the elevator as it ripped up, opening a moment later. Fumbling with the keys in her coat- Alyson opened the door again, ripping the suicide note off of the marble counter and throwing it into the trash.


Exhausted, the woman flopped onto the couch.

 

[TwistedDreams]

Jerry continued on his way across the bridge, partly because he was going that way anyway but also because he wanted to get away from the small crowd that watched him talk the woman, Alyson out of jumping off the bridge. He contemplated whether he should actually go to her apartment or not. It wasnt until he had reached the city that he had decided he would go, afterall, why not?


((sorry, bit short))