Unwritten/Chun/All your money and stuff is gone
From Create Your Own Story
The first thing you noticed when you came to, besides your splitting headache and sudden muscle spasms, was the fact that the room seemed to be empty of everything except for the small TV, bed, couch, and the some leftovers on the kitchen counter. You look around for your wallet but find nothing and you look for your stuff but it is nowhere to be found. You drop on the couch and try to calm down.
Did you get knocked out by the dealer? You feel the back of your head and it isn't tender. You notice, though, drool on the bed. You must have ODed from how much crack you smoked. You feel exhilarated as you realize that your alive, but then the real magnitude of your situation hits you.
You have no money. You have no clothes, besides the ones on your back. You don't have any form of documentation and you were abandoned, robbed, and left to die in a seedy motel in the red light district with no knowledge of this part of town. You look at the counter and you also see the key to this room, at least there's that, but... you didn't pay for this room. "Just calm down Chun," you tell yourself.
You notice the hunger, at least you think it is hunger, and head to the kitchen to eat some carryout left on the counter. However, you soon find no appetite for the food, but still craving SOMETHING. "Oh.. No. I need," you stop your sentence there as you realize what you need. The dealer gave you so much crack that it made you OD, but it also put you over the edge. You can't believe it's come to this. You start shivering, it must be a side affect, you realize. Whatever happens you need to get high again. You have nothing to your name, but you need to get high.
You hear large pounding on the door and someone say,"I'm coming in!" The older, around late 30's mid-40's, fat black man from the main desk at the entrance rushes in and slams the door shut behind him. He struts over to you, grabs you painfully by the hair, and spits in your ear, "Bitch, yo fucking boy left without paying his rent now it's on your ass!"
You:
Unwritten/Chun/Try to reason with him
Unwritten/Chun/Offer him your ass
| Status | ||
| Health | 70 | Equipment:
Normal jeans, Blue Tank Top |
| Stamina | 40 | |
| Morale | 30 | Inventory:
nothing |
| Money | 0$ | |
