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Deborah the Unlucky (closed)
I'm playing Deborah and Cindy. Other roles are up for grabs.
The Pink Slip
Deborah had seen it coming. Business had been off for quite some time at the telemarketing firm she had been working at. In a way, it was almost a relief. The sleaze she had been selling felt oily, that's how shady the bosses were. Any day she had expected cops to raid the place. Hell, maybe they had been about to, and that's why the owners shut the place down.
She had gone down to the unemployment office. Unemployment would pay only $315 a week. It was better than nothing, but she could tell she would have to move from the nice apartment in Willow Heights, into a smaller unit downtown. Cindy had been pissed, she could tell, but at least high school was over. She would have to go to the college downtown rather than the one in the Heights, but in a couple years she would be transferring to State anyway.
The New Digs
It wasn't the Roach Motel, Deborah knew, but it was a definite step down, the apartment in Freedom Park. The paint was a good ten years old. No gym. There was a pool, but it didn't look as well-maintained as her old apartment. The unit had no washer or dryer...there was a laundry room. She could see about three-fourths of the tenants were black or Hispanic. While Deborah was not a hardcore racist, she nevertheless couldn't help viewing the demographics as a sign she was definitely in the low-rent district. There was more noise.
Deborah's sister Brenda had come to help, and the three women began moving in their possessions. Deborah was 40 but looked more like 35 or so, curvy where it counted, bearing a few extra pounds but nothing that could be called "fat." She was a natural blonde, standing five foot four inches tall. Brenda was more a brunette, in her mid-thirties, about five feet tall.
"Hey Cindy...I saw a store a couple blocks down. Get us a six-pack of Pepsi," Deborah said. Grateful for the break from moving boxes, the girl nodded, and headed down the street.
The 'Hood
Cindy was taken aback by the number of men who seemed to be hanging out with nothing to do, listening to radios, talking loudly. She knew Mom had been doing the best she could...really...but maybe she hadn't known what she was getting into. She would not want to be out in this place after dark, Cindy thought as she ducked down an alley toward the store.
I'm playing Deborah and Cindy. Other roles are up for grabs.
The Pink Slip
Deborah had seen it coming. Business had been off for quite some time at the telemarketing firm she had been working at. In a way, it was almost a relief. The sleaze she had been selling felt oily, that's how shady the bosses were. Any day she had expected cops to raid the place. Hell, maybe they had been about to, and that's why the owners shut the place down.
She had gone down to the unemployment office. Unemployment would pay only $315 a week. It was better than nothing, but she could tell she would have to move from the nice apartment in Willow Heights, into a smaller unit downtown. Cindy had been pissed, she could tell, but at least high school was over. She would have to go to the college downtown rather than the one in the Heights, but in a couple years she would be transferring to State anyway.
The New Digs
It wasn't the Roach Motel, Deborah knew, but it was a definite step down, the apartment in Freedom Park. The paint was a good ten years old. No gym. There was a pool, but it didn't look as well-maintained as her old apartment. The unit had no washer or dryer...there was a laundry room. She could see about three-fourths of the tenants were black or Hispanic. While Deborah was not a hardcore racist, she nevertheless couldn't help viewing the demographics as a sign she was definitely in the low-rent district. There was more noise.
Deborah's sister Brenda had come to help, and the three women began moving in their possessions. Deborah was 40 but looked more like 35 or so, curvy where it counted, bearing a few extra pounds but nothing that could be called "fat." She was a natural blonde, standing five foot four inches tall. Brenda was more a brunette, in her mid-thirties, about five feet tall.
"Hey Cindy...I saw a store a couple blocks down. Get us a six-pack of Pepsi," Deborah said. Grateful for the break from moving boxes, the girl nodded, and headed down the street.
The 'Hood
Cindy was taken aback by the number of men who seemed to be hanging out with nothing to do, listening to radios, talking loudly. She knew Mom had been doing the best she could...really...but maybe she hadn't known what she was getting into. She would not want to be out in this place after dark, Cindy thought as she ducked down an alley toward the store.
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