The Real World: R.I.P.

Forewarning, this is based on real life issues, cursing is to be expected, but censor it out. And when it comes to the prostituting part, don't tell us what happens, kay?



Characters:
They need to be something like a druggie, drug dealer, hooker, pimp, anything along those lines.
They have to be suffering in some way.
They don't have to be a good person, they can be a royal a**.

Approved characters:


Felicity Vaugn
Age: 22
Gender: Female
Occupation: Female dance, aka Stripper.
Living conditions: Lives in a run down apartment on the south side of this city.
Bio: Felicity lived with her parents up until she dropped out of high school because her boyfriend didn't think she needed an education. Later on he convinced her to try dancing, saying she'd be an "exotic dancer", but she really knew he meant stripper. She's been stripping for 5 years and she split with her boyfriend a year after she started. She now strips every night a week so she can pay the bills and feed herself.


Name: Zane Stevens
Age: 24
Gender: Male
Occupation: Thief
Living Conditions: An OK apartment in a rough district of town
Bio: Zane came from a poor family where he and his brother were abandoned in Wal-Mart when he was four. His brother took care of him until he died in a gunfight about one year ago. Zane is a good person at heart, but he does what he has to to survive.

((Do you mind importing Zane again?))

((No problamo.))

Zane hopped the chain-link fence behind the Rodger's Jewelry store. The guards had seen him and if he wanted to live, he had to run fast. Thankfully, he could. In a matter of five frightening minutes, he was safe inside a strip club. He didn't enjoy this kind of show, but it was one place the cops never came inside of.

Felicity was finishing up her dance, her last piece of clothing successfully being tossed onto one of the new arrivals. 'Cash bags' as the other girls like to refer to them as. After five years, you'd think she'd be used to being naked in front of strange men, but she never could. She felt awkward and uncomfortable. It was written all over her face, but no one could tell, they were too busy staring at her body.

Zane quickly threw the clothes off his head, ignoring where they came from. He already had one little girl at home, no need for another one.

Once finished Felicity ran off stage, changed and went to the bar, getting a glass of lemonade and putting her head down on the table. Her converses squeaked as she moved them around.

((Panduh should join.))

((She won't. And don't wait on her in Mail Order -_- she might never post.))

Zane looked up at the bartender as he lit a cigarette, "How much do you guys pay her?" he asked, curious, not interested to hire her for other things.

"Enough to keep her up in that crappy apartment of hers and feed her." The bartender replied.

Zane nodded, handing the bartender a box, "Give this to her. Don't tell her who it is from and don't, I repeat, don't open it. It's for her, not you."

The bartender eyed him warily.
"Kid, she might not take this."

"She won't know who it is from, just give it to her." Zane glared, taking his cigarette out of his mouth.

"Whatever kid."
The bartender walked over and tapped Felicity.
"What?!" She snapped when she looked up.
"Here, some kid told me to give this to you."
The bartender handed her the box and walked away.

When she opened the box, there was a gold bracelet covered in diamonds inside.

"What the hell is this?!" Felicity shouted.
The bartender laughed.
I told him...

Zane took a drink of his water, his face expressionless.

"Stupid f***ing losers, do they think I need charity?" Felicity muttered to herself. She pushed away from the bar, leaving the box on the counter. The bartender looked towards Felicity who already left, then at Zane. He slipped it in his pocket and finished cleaning the bar.

Zane didn't say anything, merely tipping the bartender and leaving. He had opened a door. It was her choice weather to take it or leave it open for someone else. She had chosen the latter. It was her decision: he shouldn't feel bad about it.

Felicity stood at the corner, her messenger bag strapped over her shoulder. She stood waiting on the bus and cursed loudly when a car splashed her with muddy water from a puddle in the street.

Zane walked over to her, offering his jacket as a towel, "Here. F***ing cars don't watch where they are going." A cigarette hung from his lower lip idly.

Felicity smirked.
"Got that right. Stupid c*** needs to learn to drive."

Zane laughed, "Yah. Either that or he needs to get fired." He looked around, "The name is Zane. What's yours?"

"Felicity. But people prefer whore and slut around here."
Felicity soon had a dark look her face.