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age: 21
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affiliation: neverlander
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May 6 2017, 10:27 PM
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Czerny didn’t often lapse into bouts of loneliness. Frankly, it was rather hard to do so when he lived in the middle of Neverland, mostly, and ran the Speakeasy; people were always going in and out or stopping the night, and he had a nice network of clients. Nevertheless, for some unknown reason, the place was completely empty; even Boots, Czerny’s faithful and worryingly friendly cat, had taken a gander around the place and then promptly disappeared. Neverland was not that friendly at night, and the thought of doing something like going to Leo and asking for protection for the night grated on him; Leo had a lost boy job to do, and Czerny had made a name in handling himself. Still- with this much quiet, he had decided to be smart and get out of there. He wasn’t sure he should trust somewhere so empty; after a quick mental scroll through everyone he knew, he had settled on Adelyn who, he thought, was most likely to be home. He scrounged up something to drink as a peace offering, unsure if he could remember if she was the drug-taking sort – which he respected, he supposed, if he had to.
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He'd still had to take the tube and trudge to the small shop where she lived and even then he had to knock on the door round the back, hoping she could hear him from down here. He could have begrudged her the fact that she had a home but, as he’d made himself deliberately homeless, he didn’t; he figured she had done pretty well not to end up like some of the people he saw regularly. Eventually, when he thought he might have to do something radical like text Zoé and hope she wasn’t drunk, the door swung open and he brightened up. “Addie! Don’t you think it’s a great night to get drunk?” he asked, already pressing what appeared to be a six pack into her hand, as though holding Czerny-provided alcohol would be enough for her to let him in.


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May 2 2017, 07:05 PM
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Night had fallen in Neverland and, as expected, all of the terrible people it was known for had woken up. Czerny didn’t quite consider himself one of the nightmares Neverland had to offer, but he was aware of the fact that he fit in rather well; he had slept in the speakeasy that day, on and off, between deals, and was on his way back there now, having met someone on the outskirts of the place (a nervous looking guy who acted like Czerny might be on his way to call the police next). After a detour where he had gotten rid of Boots- charmingly but sternly, telling the cat not to hang around as though it could understand him- he had figured there wasn’t much for him to do that night. He could stop in with any of the people he knew, but they would, he figured, find him if they needed him and it was unlikely that any of them would.
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It wasn’t often that he spotted someone that didn’t belong. He had learnt that almost everyone had a reason for hanging around Neverland and the ones who looked they didn’t mean to be there probably did; nevertheless, someone looking vaguely lost piqued his interest, and he blinked at the stranger for a whole two seconds. He didn’t really like offering help, as a rule, but he crossed the road anyway to catch up with them. At worst, he’d get stabbed or mugged- two things that he could go to Leo with; at best, he had been inadvertently helpful and he would let Santa Claus know immediately. “Hey,” he started, wondering if there was a way to do this. Was he supposed to say he came in peace? Was he supposed to apologise for having hair that could reflect light at this hour? “Are you alright?”


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Mar 14 2017, 03:30 AM
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Czerny obviously didn’t make a habit of hanging out with people he met in PT. For a start, most of the people he remembered were doctors; the other patients tended to be thirty-year-old men who had sadly accepted their fates. He didn’t need to remember that much of the early days to know that he had been in that wheelchair and known he would never stand for it (no pun intended). Fortunately, there had been one other person his age, also hurt in a vehicle accident, and well, now Czerny was his pharmacist of a different kind. They had started, as they always did, in Tarquin’s apartment. They had gotten talking, as they always did, about how hungry they were. Usually when Czerny was alone, this meant cheap pizza from a shady store, or ransacking a supermarket. But Tarquin mentioned Taco Bell and Czerny had never had that and Tarquin said it was nearby and Czerny said alright.
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This all made it sound rather clinical, but the truth of the matter was that between Tarquin’s cane, Czerny’s penchant for danger and their inability to remember where this mythical Taco Bell was, they had been riding the tube for ages, switching whenever Tarquin told them they had to. Czerny trusted him, man. They would get food eventually. He hoped so, anyway, because he was getting really hungry and he had leaned over at one point to a guy with a coffee and asked if he was sharing, only to get a scandalised look in return. Listening to the automated voice announce their stop, Czerny let out an automatic snort, tapping his hand against Tarquin’s arm (a bonus of Tarquin’s cane- everyone suddenly allowed him a seat, and no one wanted to be near the guy who spoke too much). “Dude,” he started, tapping Tarkie’s arm vigorously. “Bro. Dude. Bro. Tarkie. Dude. We’re in Cockfosters, he giggled, unable to quite fathom why this name was so funny but it was.


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Mar 11 2017, 02:20 AM
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An average day for Czerny involved an awful lot of talking, wandering, chattering, walking, selling, and making sure that his cat wasn’t about to do something stupid, like wander into a drug deal to play with someone’s laces. For the most part, this kept Czerny within Neverland and people sought him out; he had spent some time trying to build up a viable business but once word of mouth had spread, all he’d had to do was ensure he was vaguely contactable in some way and let people find him. He tended to know the repeat customers anyway, and he was waiting for someone who had known him long before he had relocated to Neverland and the speakeasy. The good news was that they were just as terrible as each other nowadays, so he didn’t think Zoé would judge him for things like wearing yesterday’s clothes, or tell his dad where he was (not that Czerny’s father was stupid, he was sure).
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That afternoon, he’d settled on a low wall near the outskirts of Neverland, supposing that he could have gone to hang in a shady alleyway but, frankly, that sounded like a lot of effort, he was lazy, he wasn’t really planning to regale Zoé with tales of how she should try this brand new thing – unless she wanted to, of course, he wouldn’t say no, that was totally fine. In fact, he had been in the midst of checking his texts when he was aware of someone nearby and he looked up, fully expecting the flash of red hair (it was tragic she had never stuck with blond, but it suited him more anyway). “Zoé!” he greeted, tucking his phone safely away. “Come sit, how are you? You look great, probably doing great, am I right? I’m right, I know. What can I do for you?”


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Feb 23 2017, 10:36 PM
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about Czerny's a fairly friendly, if money obsessed, guy who spends most of his time thinking about how he can potentially swindle some more cash from you. Fortunately for everyone involved, Czerny now relegates his money-making schemes to the realm of drug dealing and will get you anything you ask him for - for a price, of course, even he has to survive. When he's not determined to get your cash, he tends to be more dramatic, a little thrill seeking, and has a penchant for doing all sorts of stupid and dangerous things (read: is still recovering from a motorcycle crash two years ago), mostly because he can; he's a bit sarcastic when he gets going and fairly cynical, but that's a given, considering his lifestyle. He runs a drug den called the Speakeasy out of neverland, which is the easiest way to contact him, and is occasionally followed around by a pet cat, Boots. <p>
Czerny was born in Poland, but his family moved to London when he was still fairly young. In Poland, they were fairly well-known in bureaucratic circles, but lost that influence in England; as such, Czerny was raised with every material desire fulfilled but without any of the finesse associated with the upper class. The family was rocked by minor scandal in their friendship circles when Czerny was fifteen and, just after his mother's death, it was revealed that he was the result of his mother's infidelity. As such, he doesn't talk about it much, prefers not to associate with his father (or, you know, who he thought was his father) or younger sister, and puts his energy into ignoring it instead. <p>
friends He's bound to have plenty, despite his penchant for cynicism. He won't ask questions, will tell you when you're being weird, and, hey listen, he does a friends discount, just sayin' (it's a 15% mark up from his usual prices! A real bargain!). He tends to struggle with the more serious parts of friendship, so if you want someone to comfort you after a break up, he's gonna be very lost on that and is much better with lighthearted things. <p>
enemies Neverlander involved in the drugs trade checking in for any appropriate emnities that might be wanted! Czerny's policy tends to involve getting right out of the sticky situation immediately - he's not good in fights. <p>
lovers Czerny is biromantic asexual, and has a bit of trouble with that. He knows he likes people, but then they get close and he's uninterested in them for reasons he can't discern. Mostly, relationships make him uncomfortable, and although he's willing to give them a shot, they're likely to break up fairly quickly when he realises he doesn't like where things are going. Really, he's confused about it, isn't happy about it, but he has a cat and some friends, so he's going to make the best of it.


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