Running from the Pain

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Me:

I’m twenty five, with a 'nice' husband and no children. South Carolina is a place I’ve called home my whole life. Now that we’ve gotten another house, our two year anniversary is coming up. We met each other in a rather sweet situation. A friend hooked me up with the handsome, well-off Mr. Lewis and only a few months after, we were Mr. and Mrs. Jack Lewis.

Lately, we haven’t been just the perfect couple. We’ve fought and Jack has been getting bored. He only hit me a few times at first, and he said he was sorry. I forgave him, but every few days he would get right back to where we were before. The last few times, he’d left bruises. This time it’s even worse, he pushed me down the stairs, causing me to break my collar bone.

Of course, he threatened me. If I said anything he would find a ditch for me. That’s when I knew I couldn’t stand it anymore. I waited until I was fully healed, taking the beatings and the insults until there was nothing holding me back.

I made sure everything was ready for me. I had a friend from work drive with me up to the caverns in the mountains. I made sure I had everything; A pair of scissors, hair dye, and color changing contacts. I stashed them all in a small hole in the wall before having her take me back to my abusive home.

This is where my story begins. I ask my husband if he would be so kind as to take us on a walk through the caverns. I’ve done my research, knowing that many people have gotten lost in the caves. I make sure I know exactly where I’m going. I’ll be in a cavern that he’ll never find me in.

Of course, I go down first, being ‘excited’ and as we get farther down in the cave I slip. I had the only lamp, making sure that I break it as I fall into the safety of the caverns below. Jack calls for me, but there is no response and he grows frantic and exits the cave the way he’s come to call the police; to get help.

My friend picked me up once I got out of the cave. She took me out of the city, to a hotel. There she had her friend cut my hair, dye it. There I was made to change clothes, to change styles altogether. I felt like on a free woman. She went back home, and left her friend, who could be trusted, take me many states over. I made it to New York, and I knew I could hide there.

. . .

You:


You on the other hand live in New York City. You’ve got no family, and you’ve been up here looking for a different line of work. You’ve been working in normal, black tie offices since you got here about 8 months ago. You go to work, go to a small diner to eat lunch, and retreat back to your cubicle. You want a different job; an escape; anything to get you out of this dull life and into the light! That is what you came to New York for after all.

A few months after the same, rude Brooklyn waitresses, a new girl comes on shift. She’s got a nice southern accent that seems to catch the ears of all the regulars. Of course, you are just another customer to her, another tip left on the table now and again. One day, you decide to talk to her, see if she’ll tell you a story or anything about her. You don’t like her; you’re just curious. What happens when you talk to her? Will she just see you as another tip, or will she actually talk to you?

. . .

This is where we begin. It’s been about a month since I started working in a diner and it’s the beginning of the lunch rush. It’s also the day you decide to talk to me.


. . .

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1. I expect more than just one or two lines. I want BIG posts
   
2. I want good grammar, Capitalization, and no "My bfs gfs bro" stuff
   
3. Girls are okay
   
4. I expect an Up-to-par Roleplayer and Bio
   
5. Be a good sport
   
6. I'm not about to 'do' you
   
7. I do curse a little bit
   
8. Later on in the roleplay, there will be violent bits, I need someone who can play out a fight scene without him/her being the hulk

I’m in the back room now. I’ve cleaned my tables, wrapped my silver ware, and now it’s time for me to head home. I sit, looking down to the green of my dress. I smile quietly; pulling my bag out of the locker that had my name on it. I feel the phone inside vibrate almost the moment that I pull the purse into my lap. I giggle, not many people had my phone number. A few bosses and a girl or two. Then I thought that it might be a voicemail from a business I had turned into a resume to.

I shuffle through the bag, finding the phone. It was nice compared to the lifestyle I was living in. I giggle when I see it’s a text from Monica. It’s been awhile since I’ve thought of her. I finally get the girl out of my head and she’s right back where she had been since the night before.

To:: +Monica


Didn’t think I’d be hearing from you so soon. Hm, the day’s been fine I guess. I got a lot of tips today. How was your quaint little office job, hm?

I hit send, wondering if I’ve said too much. I’m not really a phone person. It’s hard for me to find the right things to say when I text.

I smiled when I received her text in return. I was already in my car driving when i managed to check it. [That's great. Well the usual, typing away, working, and dealing with people here and there. Any plans for later?]

To:: +Monica

Your work seems interesting more than mine. I've got no plans. I usually just go home, eat microwaved crap and sleep. I'm not big on planning anything.

I hit send as I walk out of the front of the diner with all my things. I know that work is done for me for today. I hope I get a text back soon. I'll walk home today. I don't feel like taking the subway in such clothing or in such temperatures. I was happy with my exercise.