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Wednesday, September 27, 2017

Rhonda Meeks

Concept: Runaway who REALLY ran away

AKA: Will almost never give you her real name. Answers best to “Candy”

Desc: She has nice blue eyes and dishwater blonde hair. a pronounced overbite that makes men think of blowjobs. She’s a little pale and sallow. She has the sort of body that would make her a fortune in porn or on a stripper pole. But for certain problems...

History: They say that the God Machine doesn’t hear prayers or answer them. But Rhonda Meeks is living proof. *Cue the Rod Serling Voice*
Take this young lady for example. A pretty average young girl growing up on the grungy side of town. She never knew her father. He never came home from Afghanistan.
   Mom tried. She really did. She’s not really good at being responsible. (Rhonda can’t help but wonder if dad was either.) And if wasn’t for the fact that she dresses hair and babysits for a living they wouldn’t have anything at all. They’ve been on public assistance of some sort for all of Rhonda’s life.
   They struggled a bit and occasionally fought with one another as only a mother and daughter can fight with one another. Lots of emotional blood drawn on both sides for sure. But if someone else hurt one of them, the other would take axe and fire to the problem. It was just the way of it. you know?
 And then Dale came along.
He was one of those dudes who is right on the edge of creepy and disgusting to a younger woman but seems to be more put together to an older woman who has already lowered her standards. A “Good Time Charlie” with a Hawaiian shirt for every occasion. Even their wedding.  Rhonda tried to keep a pleasant face on it, but Dale always seemed to be hinting that he’d be interested in poaching HER eggs too if she was so inclined.
   And of course, when she told her mom, she got called a damn liar and had the taste slapped out of her mouth. And whenever Dale had an opportunity to be alone with her, he would get just a little bit more brazen every time.
   Rhonda had seen enough “Jerry Springer” to see where this was going. But what in the hell could she do? It’s not like she had somewhere to go.
It all came to head one evening when he crept up behind her and before she knew he was there he’d locked an arm around her waist and was rooting around in the front of her panties like he was looking for change in the couch cushions. He probably thought it would get her all hot and bothered. He’d been watching too much “Stepfather Porn” at PornHub.
    Rhonda knew enough not to punch him in the balls. She gave them a good hard SQUEEZE.
 And then she grabbed her bag and ran. Out into the rain, with only the idea that she had to get away.  But where could she go?  She couldn’t go home. Mom still wouldn’t believe her and he’d just lie like always. She didn’t have a friend with two nickels to rub together or a couch she could crash on and what good would that do? The only person who she thought might be able to help was Aunt Carla and she was...
    And that’s when Rhonda noticed that the rain had stopped, that the sky was now clear and that she was standing in front of Aunt Carla’s apartment building. Several states away from home.
     Her mind reeling, she went in and talked to aunt Carla, who was sympathetic and didn’t like Dale either.  But in the morning she called mom and mom said she was coming to get her and sounded extremely pissed. She could only imagine what lies Dale had told her. Aunt Carla left for work, and Rhonda, in a panic, rifled through aunt Carla’s belongings and headed out...again trying to get away...and found herself on the streets of Sydney Australia...

Rhonda is a city walker. (Which is a new merit in CoD2e) and after some trial and error managed to make her way back to the US. Then she went back home at a point when she knew that Mama and Dale would be away and stole some of her own belongings and Dale’s stupid fucking coin collection. (Which turned out not be very valuable at all.) and his gun. (Which turned out to be a damn sight more useful.)

Since that time, Rhonda has been on the run. Staying off the radar as much as she can. She hasn’t had to sell her body yet, although there seems like there are a lot of takers. But Rhonda’s only 16, doesn’t have a drivers license or any kind of way to identify herself. She can’t even get a job in porn or in a strip club except for the most sketchy kinds...and who wants that even? On those rare occasions, when she gets a little bit ahead, she drops off some of her money in Aunt Carla’s mail slot as a way to say she’s sorry. It’s the only reason she keeps coming back to this town.

Rhonda hasn’t exactly figured out what this weird gift of hers means exactly. But she’s going to figure out a way to use it...and hopefully soon.

Attitude: “I’m not going back. If Dale touches me again, I’ll kill him this time. I mean it.”

Skills: Striking looks, naturally. And CityWalker of course. Physically, she’s fit if a little overly buxom. Intellectually, she’s not exactly the brightest crayon in the box. But she is learning to think on her feet. And she’s already picked up a tiny smattering of Spanish. Socially, she’s an awkward teenage girl who is weirded out by nearly everything and disgusted by the effect her body seems to have on everyone around her.  She has never shot that gun of Dale’s but she’s likely to be surprised by the kick on it. 

Gear: A nickel plated 9mm nice and flashy like Dale liked it. A small pocketknife. A tiny bankroll, probably stolen. A threadbare black teddy bear she keeps in her backpack. Some extra socks and underwear. Anything else she has is likely shoplifted. If she’s got anything stowed away, it’s likely in a bus station locker, several states away.

Home: None obviously. Finding a place to crash each night without having to put out is a struggle. So far she hasn’t found youth hostels in Europe as a means to solve her housing problem.  There are times when it gets so fucking grim she begins to think maybe it would have been better to let Dale fuck her.

Circle: She’s made a few friends along the way mostly fellow homeless and runaways like herself. She’s looking for someplace to belong right now and badly needs to find someone who will help her or take care of her before some cult does. it’s kind of sad. The very first man who offers her help but doesn’t seem to want to bone her, she’ll likely convince herself that she’s in love with him.

Story Uses:
“Hey, Mister...Wanna Party?”
Rhonda already knows the purse trick. You go tell the John once you’ve got his money to take your purse with him and go get a nice hot shower. Of course, the John never checks the purse, which is empty. By the time they catch wise, Rhonda is in Cleveland counting his money. Sooner or later that trick isn’t going to work. Or Rhonda is going to run into a Pimp who isn’t going to appreciate infringement on his territory.

“Mister I don’t know where else to turn.”
She’s likely grifting you, but if it turns out you actually can help and you DO care, She’ll be very cautious (Read=Paranoid.) and if it turns you actually DO help her. You’ve made a friend for life. a friend with a very unusual and special talent.


Connections:
Detective Marty Bennetti keeps seeing her out on the stroll, but every time he gets close, she's gone like a ghost.
Tim Deacon Hasn't met her yet. But he will. He only hopes that she'll trust him in time.
Rosalie Prescott "Likeable kid. Looks hungry. I been there a time or two. So I help out if I can."
Rika Martinez Will likely not know what she's seeing in that child's aura. But the world has many surprises even for one as old as she. And Rika will want to help if she can.
Lewis Flowers He dreams of her. but in his dreams, he cannot actually catch her...It drives him to fits of apoplexy.
Charlie is probably the only person who wouldn't think the little white girl was weird. Maybe Charlie was a citywalker back in the day. Who can know these things?



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