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Back Story to Cynthia Frame:

She was born in January 1980. She lived in the USA in Florida. In 2000 she moved away from home at the age to 20 to live in Hobson City hoping to make a life for herself as a commercial model. She is quite a slender, slim woman with curly blonde hair and in the past had very good looks. She rented a cheap apartment in Inlington and commuted to the Modelling agency in Harpsworth but she then fell in with the wrong crowd. she got into small drugs which expanded into the serious dangerous drugs. eventually it began to ruin her looks, her agent dropped her and to pay for her habit she has been working as a prostitute around the Inlington docks since 2004.

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The area of Inlington Cynthia lived was a small distance north of the Inlington Docks. like the rest of Inlington it was a run down hole. paint was peeling form every building, graffitti was everywhere. old appliances like broken fridges and ovens and some wrecked coutches were dumped along the sidewalks and even car wrecks were left on the sidewalks to decay.

Cynthia's apartment was in a crappy old Project built in the late 70's. She lived on the 8th floor of this 12 story high building.
Cynthia's flat was a pig sty. Wall paper with ugly outdated patterns were slowly peeling and ripping off the walls. The furnature was all second hand junk with lots of rips.
She couldnt afford a bed so she brought a fold out coutch and it sat in the lounge which also contained a small black and white TV, a dirty kitchen and dim lighting.

It was early in the morning. Cynthia opened the tatty dark green curtains and looked down on the street below. Some homeless people were lying in a doorway across the road. some garbage cans had been tipped over in the night spilling thier contents over the footpath and the small dairy across the road had just been vandalised with broken windows through the front.

This was not how Cynthia imagined her life 8 years ago when she arrived in the city. She always looked tired. She had bages under her eyes all the time. He nose was red (from the coke) and she had small marks on her arms (From the needles).

Cynthia threw on a yellow coat, some jeans and sneakers and walked out of her apartment locking the door behind her.
The Hallway was just as unattractive as the street. It always smelt of urine and vivid markings and graffetti were all over the streets.

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(OOC: this is just a story on citizens life in my nation state. there will be more set in the other boroughs but this story is about this unfortunate woman living int he rundown part of town)

Cynthia stepped out into the street. She ran across the street to the dairy. They were some indian immigrants who owned it. They were sweeping up glass from the broken windows. 2 policeman were questioning and getting the details from the wife of the owner.

"Um excuse me is the diary open?" asked Cynthia to the Indian shop owner

"No I'm sorry closed for repairs, those bloody vandals!" said the indian shop owner

"damn it. ok fine" Cynthia walked off around the block and then whistled a taxi down that was passing by.

"Emrald Street please" said Cynthia to the cab driver.

The cab took off and drove down the street of Inlington heading north up to Robinson Park to the north if Inlington. The area did seem to improve in appearance the further north you went though it wasnt much difference really. the paint wasnt peeling so much and there wasnt so much trash and junk collected on the sidewalks.

"Just here thankyou" said Cynthia tapping the glass divider infront of her. The cab pulled over

"$25 please" said the cab driver in a croaky rasping voice

Cynthia put the money in a small tray in front of her and pushed it through to the front compartment where the driver grabbed it and stashed it away.
She stepped out of the car. Robinson Park was just across the road and on the otherside were some decaying 4 and 3 stroy apartments.

Cynthia walked into one of the apartments. The paint was peeling on the inside doorway and the tiles on the ground were becoming lose. Cynthia walked up a flight fo steps up to the second floor and knocked on one of the doors. She did a unique knocking patter of 2 knocks, one break then 2 quick knocks again.

The door opened. A hispanic male in his late 30's opened the door. He looked drugged out of his brain.

"Yo Cynthia what is it this time?" he asked

"I'm all out so i'll have a bit of everything" she asked caustiously

"ok, wait here" the door shut on Cynthia's face and within a couple of minutes the door re-opened and a small paper bag was given to Cynthia where she handed him some cash

"Thanks Enrique see you whenever then" she said stuffing the paper bag in yellow jacket and walking down and out of the apartment.

Upon walking out of the apartment she immediatly herd an odd scream. An old woman in her late 60's or early 70's was pushed to the pavement across the road while some hoodlems snatched her purse and ran off leaving the old woman lying on the pavement.

Cynthia gave a distant look and then carried on dismissing it. She didnt care about that old woman.
She didnt want to be on the street for too long she was paranoid a gansta or hoodlem would steel the drugs from her. She caught another taxi and then went home.
Upon getting inside she put the bag of drugs under her Pillow.
On the counter of her kitchen was a small dish with a needle in it. she stashed it in one of the cupboards
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"Hey mom nice of you to call, Hows Florida?..... Yeah I'm fine keeping myself busy with work..... Why do you need to worry? I'm fine!........ I dont need to see her!...... So you can all rub it in my face how I fucked up my life!....... So you called just to tell me this!...... Dont send that prissy little bitch to see me I dont need to see any of you!" Cynthia slammed the phone down.

She walked over to the sofa and then snorted some Coke and then turned on the TV

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MEAN WHILE IN FLORIDA

"Poor Cynthia its so unfortunate, we have to get her out of that city" said Irene who was Cynthia's mother

"She's so entrenched she wont leave voluntarily" said Alice who was Cynthia's sister who was 25 years old. She was an elementary school teacher.

"When you see her you need to talk to her see what you can do to help her change her ways I just want my daughter back"

"My plane leaves in a couple of hours so I better get ready. I'll see you at the airport then" said Alice

Back in Hobson City.

Cynthia was watching TV. Currently she was watching the Hobson Community Events Channel

It was filming live from the Inlington Basketball courts where a program to create "Community Spirit" and change "Bad Attitudes" was being initiated by getting the Inlington youth to participate in friendly basket ball games. The stands were full of people watching the basket ball courts.

"Yo this is James Dunbar here! We are here live at the Inlington Basket Ball courts to see some friendly matches between our community youth! If your watching this now feel free to come along and watch and support community spirit!" said the presenter who was of African decent

Cynthia switched the channel to the Hobson News Channel
A man was sitting at a desk presenting the news currently the Hobson News

"Today Carter Island Borough president, Conservative, Barry Crumpton spoke publicly today about the crime statistics on Carter Island. We switch to that footage taken earlier today"

The scene then switched to outside the government offices and towers in Harpsworth. with the 63 yearold Barry Crumpton standing before a group of journalists and reporters

"Carter Island will not descend into another Inlington! The Pages are looking good and crime is currently on the decrease. I believe this is thanks to my Borough programs of greater gun control and the greatly active Community watch in some areas. This is proof that the projects are not to be blamed and that final stage of construction on the Tracy Projects will be given the green light"

The scene then switched back to the news presenter
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Knock Knock

"Come in" said Cynthia still lying back on the coutch wathcing TV

The door opened. A built man entered. he was wearing a black jacket and has a shaved haircut with a small beard. He also had quite a tanned complection

"oh its you, what do you want" said Cynthia dismissivly

"I came to see how you are, I'm worried" said the man

"Max you led me into this. I live like this becuase of you!" said Cynthia

"I was just like you to Cynthia remember. But I changed I got my life back its time for you to do the same" said max. He walked over into the kitchen and into the cupboards as if he knew what he was looking for and where it was

"What are you doing!?" said Cynthia

Max opened one of the cupboards and pulled out the dish with the needle in it

"Cynthia, you said you were going to lay off this stuff this month!"

"Look I dont give a fuck ok, can you just get the fuck out of my house!" screamed Cynthia

"Cynthia please. I want to talk with you. Can we please, just come to my place for dinner. Please I want to see you, we need to talk" pleaded max

"I cant I'm working tonight"

"No you dont have to do that"

"Unless I want to live on the street then yeah, I do Max. I have rent and bills to pay"

"Forget about tonight. I'll give you whatever you need. Just please have dinner with me"

"Fine I'll need $300" said Cynthia bitterly

Max was stunned at such a steep cost but he accepted.

Cynthia put on a black sleveless top and some black jeans. She was looking dangerously thin but her makeup hid the bags under her eyes and red nose.

Max and Cynthia made there way out of the apartment. It was now 7o'clock.
Cynthia was wearing Max's black jacket for warmth while they walked along the street.

"I have a new place in Olsenburg, I had to get out of Inlington" said Max

"So are we taking a subway there or what?" said Cynthia

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Cynthia and Max made thier way down into the subway. there was a pool of vomit at the bottom of the steps. some homeless drunken bums were lying in the corner. When the train arrived both of them quickly got on.

The Carriage was covered in graffetti and smelt like urine. The two sat on a seat next to the wall

"So how have you been anyway?" said Max

"Just the same. The same as last month"

"ok"

There was a small silence

"How have you been?" asked Cynthia

"Pretty good. I got a job as a dock worker in Julius, my own place in Olsenburg. I've also been completely clean coming up 1 year now"

"hmm good for you" said Cynthia

"It isnt impossable. It seems hard but there are always second chances" said Max trying to change Cynthia's attitude

The subway train rattled along. it stopped off at a few more stops before it reached the stop near Max's apartment.

They got off the train. This subway station was much cleaner and seemed alot safer then the one in Inlington. Above ground the streets were also much cleaner. CYnthia felt more safe in this area but she felt very out of place. They walked a couple of blocks and Max just asked how all his old contacts were. Max stopped hanging out with that bad crowd to try and help keep himself clean.

"So how is Mat? Still with Tania?"

"Mat committed suicide in December. And Tania is a drug fucked meth feak who had 2 children but they were taken off her"

"Oh" said Max he didnt sound too suprised

"What about Damion?"

"Serving time for murder" said Cynthia

"Shit! when did that happen? what happened?"

"Some guy stole his drugs and owed him money so Damion took all the drugs he had left and went over to his apartment and killed him with a bat"

"So Inlington hasnt changed much then" said Max

They finally reached a neat 3 story brick walkup.
Inside was quite rundown but cleaner then any Inlington home. Max's house was on the first floor

It had a nice lounge with a colour TV, a nice kitchen. bathroom and a bedroom.

"Nice place" said Cynthia

"Its $290 a week" said Max

"Oh, mines $100 a week" said Cynthia

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Max sat Cynthia at the table and then brought her out the meal of left over chineese take aways.

"Hahaha and here I was thinking you were going to cook something exotic for me" said Cynthia recieving a plate of sweet and sour pork on rice

"Haha Yeah well I didnt think you would actually come"

"So... A dock worker in Julius. I supose that better then being a theive and petty drug dealer" said Cynthia

"Look I'm sorry I got you muddled up in all that shit. I realize how stupid I was back then but the life I'm leading now it so much better. Inlington is the cursed Borough. It fucks up more lives then you can imagine"

"Inlington? I though it was the whole of Hobson that did that" said Cynthia

"Why dont you get out of Inlington? You can flat with me. You can become clean and get a proper job?"

"Ha! easier said then done..."

OOC: I like what you're doing. good work

(OOC: Thanks :P I just want everyone to sort of know what it would be like for different people in my nation state)

The two finished their dinner

"Well thanks for the dinner Max"

"No problem Cynthia, just think about what I said ok? Its not impossable to turn your life around, you deserve better. Promise me you will get off that shit ok? get clean, and try to find a better job"

"Look Max...... We will see what happens" said Cynthia

"I'll call you a taxi, the subway is not place for you Cynthia, not by yourself anyway"

"Ok, thanks Max"

Within 10 minutes the Taxi came to pick up Cynthia. She gave Max a friendly hug and then took the taxi back to Inlington.
Again the change from Olsenbug to Inlington was always such a sudden shock.
The main noise you heard in Olsenburg were either car horns or car breaks but in Inlington you could hear the odd scream, gun shot or car crash.

Cynthia reached her apartment. as soon as she got inside she grabbed the bag of drugs that she brought earlier that day. Exploding in a rage she threw the bag into the kitchen then ran over picked it back up and ripped up the bag and started throwing it down the toilet, she was crying then she stopped. She was still craving that crap. She panicked and then threw her arm into the toilet tyring to reach the bag of drugs but it was too late. She pulled her hand out of the toilet and broke down into more tears.........