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Johnny grew up in the inner-city. He ditched his lower middle-class family when he got involved with a punk rock agenda. He met Frankie at a bar and has since been living with her in a cheap NYC apartment.
 * Age:** Frankie is 23; Johnny is 19.
 * Occupation:** Frankie plays in an all-girl punk/grunge band; Johnny, too, plays in a punk band. Both are underground, playing at small bars and warehouses.
 * Short Family Bio:** Frankie grew up in a wealthy neighborhood. Her parents were rich due to inheritance and resembled that of an Oxford personality. She got interested in political sciences and punk music in middle school and got to where she is now.
 * Distinguishing Characteristics:** Typical punk look and personality. Very confident and rebellious. Frankie's probably a lesbian.
 * Relationship:** After meeting at a bar, Frankie found out Johnny had been squatting with no real home. She took him in to her apartment in which she too squats, although she has for years without any trouble. They're no more than friends, especially due to Frankie's inexplicable devotion to the girls in her band.
 * What's Happening:** The two stepped outside of the warehouse between sets of their friends' bands in order to have a smoke and get some fresh, sweat-free air. Frankie is a little bit stoned; Johnny, however, is borderline retarded and always looks like he does in the picture.
 * Their Perceptions:** Frankie is confused why she went outside. She had a purpose on her way out but once she stepped outside she forgot it.

"Uhhh..." said Johnny.

"Dude, I totally know what ya mean," Frankie replied in complete monotony.

The two stood speechless, side by side as they so often were, for at least 10 minutes. As the two were seemingly admiring the numerous, faceless passersby, they were, in actuality, doing nothing of the sort. Frankie was searching her deepest memories to find where she put her left sock with the purple polka dots and fuzz balls on the heel and little rubber grip dots on the bottom that she hasn't seen in precisely three weeks and two days. As she pondered for where she may fatefully find her beloved sock, she racked her brain for why she even came outside in the first place; she knew there was some reason, yet no longer has any clue what it could've been. Johnny was staring at the brick wall across the street. His friends would tell you nothing was going on in his head then; that he just saw and heard nothing when he zoned out. Oh how wrong they were, for far more was occurring within the depths of Johnny's "mind." An incessant foghorn reverbated incessantly throughtout his head as a hippie-personified mouse danced to the styles of an acid user all across the wall across the street until "the man" came and chased him angrily away. "Fuckin cops," Johnny mumbled under his breath, "they chased my mouse friend away."

"Yea I totally know what you mean. I'm a lesbian." "No shi—" Johnny began questioningly, exemplifying the most change in tone he had expressed in nearly fourteen years, as he collapsed to the sidewalk. He fell not in a stiff manner, and he didn't drop quickly and limp. His body seemed almost to drop itself in slow-motion violence to the concrete. Johnny's collapse then triggered Frankie's memory of why she went outside in the first place: to have a smoke. She turned, told Johnny she'd be back in a minute with a Slim Jim for him and she took off, using his body as a bridge to avoid stepping in soda spilled near their loitering spot.

As Frankie walked to the corner drug store to purchase some menthols, she realized she had no money. She leaned innocently against the window of the store and waited for her prey. The Old Ladies of America NE Brigade stepped out of the museum and turned toward where Frankie waited for money. As the group of more than 25 pushed rapidly past her, she simply reached out her arm and latched firmly onto a purse, spun on her heels and stepped into the store. Strapped fully with an unusually large wad of 20s, she decided to purchase herself some cigarettes and enough food to subside her's and Johnny's munchies for the next month.