Offer to help Charlotte by helping her earn the money?
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You think for a moment. It's true, you didn't have any money. In fact, you owed more money than you'd possibly be able to make in a lifetime. | You think for a moment. It's true, you didn't have any money. In fact, you owed more money than you'd possibly be able to make in a lifetime. | ||
| - | "I could whore out | + | "I could whore out," you then say. "If people are desperate enough to buy your scrawny ass, I could easily make as much. I'll hang around school and look for someone willing to pay." |
"Well, you best hurry the fuck up!" she continues, gnawing on her finger in stress. "I owe him 800$. Think you can make that much in eight hours?" | "Well, you best hurry the fuck up!" she continues, gnawing on her finger in stress. "I owe him 800$. Think you can make that much in eight hours?" | ||
| - | "Hold on, bitch!" you interrupt her and raise a finger. "All this helping | + | "Hold on, bitch!" you interrupt her and raise a finger. "All this helping business - What's in it for me? What do I get from helping you?" |
| - | Charlotte looks worried for a moment, but then she quickly replies: "My cheats! I've got all the results for the coming tests this year. If you help me | + | Charlotte looks worried for a moment, but then she quickly replies: "My cheats! I've got all the results for the coming tests this year. If you help me, they're all yours!" |
The results. Now, that wasn't the best offer, but it was something. Your grades aren't the best, and you're not the kind of person who's got time to study. Having these cheats could save you a lot of beatings at home. | The results. Now, that wasn't the best offer, but it was something. Your grades aren't the best, and you're not the kind of person who's got time to study. Having these cheats could save you a lot of beatings at home. | ||
"Deal." you nod at Charlotte and shake her hand. She seems more relieved than ever. And although she doesn't say it, you know she's grateful. | "Deal." you nod at Charlotte and shake her hand. She seems more relieved than ever. And although she doesn't say it, you know she's grateful. | ||
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The bus eventually stops in front of your school. It's a gray morning, and it seems that you've arrived half an hour before class begins. | The bus eventually stops in front of your school. It's a gray morning, and it seems that you've arrived half an hour before class begins. | ||
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Do you: | Do you: | ||
| - | *[[Head to the pothead hippies at the men's room. They're bound to have | + | *[[Head to the pothead hippies at the men's room. They're bound to have at least SOME cash.]] |
*[[Head to the Janitors office. He's pervy as fuck and probably has money.]] | *[[Head to the Janitors office. He's pervy as fuck and probably has money.]] | ||
{{HSTemplate|Health=100|Gender=Female|Social Group=Druggie|Boyfriend/Girlfriend=None|Equipment=None}} | {{HSTemplate|Health=100|Gender=Female|Social Group=Druggie|Boyfriend/Girlfriend=None|Equipment=None}} | ||
[[Category: High School]] | [[Category: High School]] | ||
Revision as of 07:40, 22 December 2016
"Really?!" she lights up, but that quickly goes over once she remembers who you are. "You? How the hell are you going to make up money? You're broke, have no job, and the money's due tonight!"
You think for a moment. It's true, you didn't have any money. In fact, you owed more money than you'd possibly be able to make in a lifetime.
"I could whore out," you then say. "If people are desperate enough to buy your scrawny ass, I could easily make as much. I'll hang around school and look for someone willing to pay."
"Well, you best hurry the fuck up!" she continues, gnawing on her finger in stress. "I owe him 800$. Think you can make that much in eight hours?"
"Hold on, bitch!" you interrupt her and raise a finger. "All this helping business - What's in it for me? What do I get from helping you?"
Charlotte looks worried for a moment, but then she quickly replies: "My cheats! I've got all the results for the coming tests this year. If you help me, they're all yours!"
The results. Now, that wasn't the best offer, but it was something. Your grades aren't the best, and you're not the kind of person who's got time to study. Having these cheats could save you a lot of beatings at home.
"Deal." you nod at Charlotte and shake her hand. She seems more relieved than ever. And although she doesn't say it, you know she's grateful.
The bus eventually stops in front of your school. It's a gray morning, and it seems that you've arrived half an hour before class begins.
Do you:
- Head to the pothead hippies at the men's room. They're bound to have at least SOME cash.
- Head to the Janitors office. He's pervy as fuck and probably has money.
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| Gender | Female | |
| Social Group | Druggie | |
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