The Broken Ones

Deleted • 9 April 2012 at 5:13 PM

Just as surely as the wind blows and the river flows, there is always bound to be a time of discord.
Your story takes place in New York City, the city that never sleeps, the Big Apple, anything you want to call it, but to you, it's always been home. You've never been anywhere else, and based on what you've seen of your current world you're scared of what the rest of it has to offer.

You've been beaten down, broken, and abandoned too many times for you to count, and you're angry. At yourself, at others, even at society. But what can you do about it? Absolutely nothing. Desperately though, you want to make a difference, so how will you make your impact on the world?

You join a group, that's just like you, "The Broken Ones" but what you do with the opportunity of finally fitting in, is up to you.

Being part of something is a gift, and you want to spread your story with the world, to end the constant neglect and suffering around you. Start small, and then dream big.

A success is a perfect beginning.

Disclaimer: If you roleplay in this topic, you're acknowledging the fact that nothing written or ideas expressed in this roleplay are intended to harm or anger others and will do your best to not "kick dirt" on subjects that could be sensitive to others.

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#thebrokenones

seaangel • 9 April 2012 at 5:15 PM

@fluffy shall you start??

Deleted • 9 April 2012 at 5:20 PM

@seaangel - I actually told @swimforlife that she could start

@inkstep
@asi
@olimpt

You guys will have to start without me, I have to go right now... ☹️ Byee ❤️ Have fun.

seaangel • 9 April 2012 at 5:22 PM

@fluffy Bye!! Have fun... I guess.

Deleted • 9 April 2012 at 5:40 PM

@fluffy Vivka hasn't joined the Broken Ones yet...

Feet pounding hard on the pavement, Vivka exhaled deeply. Her morning run was now a ritual of habit. The dying autumn leaves cracked as she ran, leaving a trail brown smears on the concrete. Reaching the small cafe on the street coner, Vivka ran a finger through her windblown, sandy blonde hair. She glanced at her reflection in the glass of the window. Pain and emotion flooded her slender frame. She ran away from her family- the therapy session had become too much. After peircing her cartilage and getting a tattoo against her parent's wishes, she did not feel bad about leaving. All through middle school her parents pressured her to be the best student. All of her report cards were effortless aced, however social situations were not as easy. Bullies and cliques constantly picked on her, eventually causing her self disturction. Now she scrapped by with odd jobs. Glancing down at her Addias sneakers, she smiled. They were one of two pocessions that cost more than 10 dollar. Pulling open the door, the bell rang. The fragrance of cooking bagels filled her nose.

olimpt • 9 April 2012 at 9:13 PM

Joie bashed her head against the wall, she clearly couldn't take what was happening (For months) anymore. She decided to walk out to town which would make her parents outraged but she didn't care anymore. Joie secretly slipped out the door when her mom was manic and her brother was freaking out and slamming objects around the room. It was a gloomy day outside but she walked on anyways. She was thinking where in town she should go, Maybe I should stay away for a while she muttered. School isn't much better, she gets glances when walking by a group of stuck up girls.

Deleted • 10 April 2012 at 4:11 PM

@olimpt @seaangel @swimforlife @inkstep @asi
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Claire stared up at the clouds, resting her thoughts of survival for a moment and ignore the stomach that was clawing at her mind in hunger. New York had been an unforgiving place and, along with it, the people hadn't been rather giving.
"Clarissa Jones, you-rah gunna havta to work if ya wants ta get paid!" the recognizable drawl of her current employed sounded from inside the small antique shop.
"Coming Mrs. Harley!" she shouted in the direction of a plump woman that was now standing in the door frame. Mrs. Harley tried her hands on an embroidered towel and gave a quick glance in the direction of Claire before turning back inside. The bell signaling the arrival of a visitor rung while Mrs. Harley shot a meaningful look at Claire.

She sighed and got up, not wanting to lose this job too. Her face hardened once more, but she made sure to put an agreeable expression on.

"Welcome to Harley's antique shop, what can I do for you?"
Mrs. Harley always used proper grammar when speaking a potential buyer.
"Umm... I'm just currently browsing, thank you!" A soft female voice piped up.

asi • 10 April 2012 at 4:42 PM

Getting up seemed so pointless... Why couldn't she just lie here..?
But she needed food. Maybe today would be her lucky day...
With a low moan, the dark lump curled up against the bricks shuddered then untangled itself, remembering not to stand up or she'd hit her head on the low ceiling.
After crawling out from under the bridge, Whitney drew herself up and inspected her refection in the water. It was out of habit, not because she cared, that she picked the grass blades out of her dirty hair. Then she knelt down and splashed the cold water on her face, finally waking up.
Food. Perhaps the local baker would spare her something again today. With this thought in mind, she stuck her hands in her pockets and joined the masses on the streets, keeping her head down as she did so, not that anyone would recognize a nobody like her.
She did keep her eyes open for unguarded pockets or handbags however.

seaangel • 11 April 2012 at 10:02 AM

Liza slowly got up, got dress, and made her sad broken down bed. She looked at the window and climb carefully on the fire escape. The only way freedom would come to her.

She made her way to the small grocery store next door. You couldn't really call it a grocery store, more like a make to market in the neighbor hood. She walked inside and looked around startled when she heard her name.

"Liza! How ya doin??" She turned and smiled when she heard the heavy Italian accent with a hint of Jersey in it. It was Mr. Gurbuglio. Everyone called him Paps though.

"Paps! I'm doing fine." He tosses her and apple and she smiles. Liza flips a dime his way. She bites into the ripe apple. It's juices flowing into her mouth.

"You better get school Liza!" He says as she smiles slings the bag across her shoulder and runs off in the direction of her school.

She stops at the entrance and throws her apple in the schools trash can out front. She gulps and walks in. She gets pelted with comments about her worn out baggy jeans and good will shirt.

inkstep • 11 April 2012 at 10:53 AM

Pixle watched the people around her, they all had something hidden in their minds, any one of them could be a murderer, or a celerity in hiding, though it didn't much matter, she had one of the biggest secrets of all. As she walked up the sidewalk, she began to hum to herself, it sounded like a series of almost random and repetitive notes at first, until it took on any real tune. The day seemed grey though, and there was nothing she could do about it, as much as she loved dark gloomy days, this one seemed just a little bit too bright. As she walked, a small group of people from the local highschool, obviously having cut school, walked past her, snickering at her outfit, they had every reason to , it seemed, her black jeans were shredded at the cuffs and had long runs along the thighs, and a hole in each knee, her black and white shirt made her look like she was from an old prison, and her shoes were about as scuffed up and beaten as an old abused soccer ball. Ignoring the snickers and calls, Pixle continued walking, not really sure where she was headed to.

seaangel • 11 April 2012 at 11:08 AM

Liza slowly goes to her locker, the hurtful words stuck in her head. She grabbed her math book, pencil pouch, book, and a small glasses repair kit.

As she walked to homeroom she felt all eyes were on her. Her outfit, her taped up glasses. She took her seat in the back and watched as everyone snickered.

The day doesn't start until the bell rings. She waits and listens to the announcements. Liza reads her thick 300 page book as the speaker just seems to give her more torture.

"Ms. Brown... it's time for you to go to your math class." She looks up to a wort on the tip of a pointed nose. She grabs her stuff and goes to the math class that was in the different grade. It was just another way to make her feel smart, but dorky.

She sat in her seat and watched as everyone looks half asleep. The first question she raises her hand and she gets called on. "You need to find the circumference, and then divide it by the radius."

"That's correct." The kind Mr. Miller goes through the problem and answer. She looks around and sees people snicker at her correct always dorky answer.

kayemonkey123 • 11 April 2012 at 11:08 AM

what up I am new and I need friend and I am @kayemonkey123!

seaangel • 11 April 2012 at 11:10 AM

@kayemonkey123 did you sign up at http://eggcave.com/forums/topic/20017/ ?

kayemonkey123 • 11 April 2012 at 11:10 AM

I am need friend bad i have no parents that is why i need friends
😈

seaangel • 11 April 2012 at 11:16 AM

@kayemonkey123
Could please you proper grammar and spelling. Please stop posting here too. Unless you are going to join and be literate.

Deleted • 15 April 2012 at 2:40 PM

@seaangel
@fluffy

The young man with a scruffy beard took Vivka's order. She smiled and nodded as he handed her a mug of tea. It steamed between her icy hands, a whisp of steam curled toward the celing. A few more people shuffled into the cafe. They were former classmates of hers. Pulling up her hood, she ducked into the crowd and exited. The wind blew, toussling her sandy blonde hair. Vivka tossed the empty cup and finifhed her morning run. Arriving at her humble appartment, Vivka frowned. The stench of rat droppings filled her nose. Life was difficult in the city. Plopping donw on the beat-up leather couch, Vivka sighed.

seaangel • 21 April 2012 at 7:46 AM

Liza started to run to her apartment after the school was let out. She went back to the fire escape and crawled on and inside her room. She heard the loud screaming voices from the next room.

Liza crawled under the covers in her bed knowing that the voices were going to come closer. She grabbed her book light and started to do her homework under her cover.

Deleted • 25 October 2012 at 6:53 PM

@seaangel - this roleplay and all my previous ones are pretty much dead ☹️ But that's okay there's always new ones 😊

Nice to see you again.

aizel • 26 October 2012 at 8:23 PM

@fluffy Hey, this is @jupiter_hollow's side 😃

I still love this roleplay. =3 Can you emake it? =DDD It's a wonderful idea, a great roleplay! I'm sad to see it go. =3

olimpt • 26 October 2012 at 8:40 PM

@aizel
@Fluffy
I would love to see this come back 😃

aizel • 26 October 2012 at 8:40 PM

@olimpt WOOT WOOT! O3O
@fluffy

I'll even make a boy, instead of a girl if this comes back to life! XD

seaangel • 26 October 2012 at 9:03 PM

@fluffy

REMAKE IT!! Please, this was an awesome idea, and everyone thinks it's wonderful!! Come on pwease!

aizel • 26 October 2012 at 9:16 PM

@seaangel *tapes us on the roleplay*

@fluffy WE SHALL UNTAPE OURSELVES ONLY WHEN YOU REMAKE THIS ROLEPLAY!!! oAo

Deleted • 27 October 2012 at 12:07 PM

@aizel - lol 😉 I don't know if I have the time to commit to this, but yeah I'll remake the topic 😃

aizel • 27 October 2012 at 12:09 PM

@fluffy WOOT! O33333O

@seaangel
@olimpt
GUYS SHE'S GONNA REMAKE THIS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! EEEP! Let's celebrateeh!

Deleted • 27 October 2012 at 12:11 PM

@aizel - I haven't been around for awhile here, but if should I create a new topic? Would that be considered "spam" ?

aizel • 27 October 2012 at 12:13 PM

@flufy Definitelly not ^^ It's not spam, since you're simply remaking the topic, therefore if any topic geets closed, it's this one, instead of the new one ^^

Deleted • 27 October 2012 at 12:15 PM

@aizel - will do, thanks

aizel • 27 October 2012 at 12:15 PM

@fluffy Welcomez =3