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handler: ess
age: 22/23
occupation: busker
affiliation: neverlander
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lyrics: What if there was no light
Nothing wrong, nothing right
What if there was no time
And no reason, or rhyme
What if you should decide
That you don't want me there by your side
That you don't want me there in your life
What if I got it wrong
And no poem or song
Could put right what I got wrong
Or make you feel I belong
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Feb 12 2018, 07:26 AM
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Night, Break in two
There’s a light in the sky, there’s a light and its all for you
Don’t, cut us all
Tell me how do you feel, tell me how do you need to hear
Are you holding your breath again?
I will steer the wind
Don’t you move
Will it carry me, slowly carry me close to you?
Don’t, lose your sight
I need your love

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Reid had been spending a lot of his free time with Mia in the recent months. Not that he had a lot of not free time. If he wasn't busking or running around after his canine stalker, he was pretty much doing nothing. He saw Mia whenever she was free, or probably just when she felt like spending time with him. He wouldn't really fault her if she didn't want to see him a whole lot of the time. Even he didn't think he was decent company, which probably explained why the older vampire even bothered with him at all (the masochistic thing she had going). He'd only vaguely been aware that it was getting close to Valentine's Day, something he'd never actually bothered with in the past. It just seemed totally lame in his opinion, and he was also pretty sure he was the least romantic guy on the planet.
Neverland seemed a little busier that evening, and Reid watched from the concrete stoop that he'd agreed to meet Mia at. He stared blankly as Dog ran around barking at anyone who walked passed them, leaning back against his elbows and (unnecessarily) yawning a lot. He saw her after awhile, but didn't bother to do things like stand until she was directly in font of him. He gave her a small smile, because obviously he was happy to see her, well as happy as he could be. He reached out, hoping she'd take the hint and help him up. "Got you somethin'." He told her plainly, like he was probably going to give her something incredibly mundane like soap or mints. He pulled his bag up, reaching for the stem of the rose he'd actually bought, not stolen. He handed it to her silently before throwing the strap of his bag of his shoulder, locating Dog with a grunt and a pat of his leg so the canine would realise it was time to move. "You wanna go get a drink?" He asked her, assuming that was always what they wanted to do anyway.

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22/23 - busker - f: mia donovan

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<b>ABOUT:</b>. Reid was once your typical rebellious teenager. He didn't listen to his parents, he broke every rule he could and had run-ins with the police more times than he could count. He really didn't appreciate what he had, he took the people in his life for granted, even treating himself terribly with alcohol and drugs, fitting the bad boy rock star stereotype perfectly. Things changed when his entire family was killed in a house fire, one to this day, he is convinced he had something to do with. Due to the alcohol he had consumed that night he doesn't recall what he was doing or of the lit cigarette in his hand burnt out before he passed out. Reid was as good as dead as well, but someone dragged him out of the house, that someone presumably a vampire because eventually he awoke to discover he was as well.
With all of his old vices useless to him now, Reid lives a relatively miserable existence. He chooses to punish himself by living on the streets and refusing to do anything that might improve his life because he doesn't think he deserves it. The only possession he still carries with him is his guitar which he uses to make a small amount of money for the few things he does need. He recently acquired a dog who follows him around wherever he goes, so chances are if you catch him on the street you'll find a small panting canine by his side.
FRIENDS: He'd probably have a few friends, more likely from his old life. So musicians, anyone who likes to party and commit petty and ridiculous crimes would probably be someone he befriended in the past. He's a little broody nowadays and mostly likes to sulk, but he'd probably still have some people around who he'd go to for a place to crash on occasion.
ENEMIES: idk probs.
LOVERS: He'd have his fair share of old flings from back in the day but probably nothing recently. I imagine he's a pretty intense person once he likes someone though, but he'd also try and distance himself from love because of his self depreciation atm. His final is super covered though, soz.

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Reid was not a fan of being followed, it caused his jaw to clench and his feet to move faster. He refused to look behind himself, sure that if he paid no attention to his pursuer they might just leave him alone. The street was deserted given the time of night which made it harder to lose himself in any sort of crowd. He would just need to hope that his legs would carry him further than the ones still moving behind him. He wasn't afraid, and obviously defending himself wasn't the issue. He just wanted to be left alone, as he always did, and he didn't appreciate being forced away from his usual spot in the park. Vampire or not, Reid had always preferred the solitude that night brought. He didn't need to worry about the obligations he didn't actually have. He probably wasn't always like this, but he would deny ever being different. He didn't want people thinking that he had tragedies or issues that made him some sort of brooding cliche of a vampire.
He had wanted to be a musician and the fact that it hadn't worked out was hardly a reason to sulk around the streets of London. It wasn't as though he didn't have the time on his hands, thanks to the turning he had absolutely not asked for. He couldn't exactly whine about it though, it was that or death. He hadn't decided yet if he'd have preferred the latter, life wasn't exactly a great fit for him, so it could definitely go either way. When you lose your entire family in a house fire that should have killed you too, it made it a little harder to appreciate being alive. It was difficult to wake up in the morning with a smile on your face when you could still see the flickering flames beneath your eyelids, still hear your sisters screams, still smell the flesh that was melting off of your bones. Little stuff like that caused Reid to be a little mad about things, and again, being followed was just something he had no patience for.
It would have been great to have a destination as his feet continued to move. His home was gone though and he was stubborn enough not to have bothered with a new one yet. The street was fine, it wasn't as though he'd die of phenomena, he hadn't decided if there was a point to anything yet and so sulking in stoops and alleys suited his new persona, he thought. He rolled his eyes as he turned another corner, his pursuer still directly behind him. He supposed he'd run out of options, clearly ignoring them wasn't working. So, with the scariest look he could possibly muster, Reid turned to face his opponent. "What do you want?" He demanded, moving closer as though he might just attack them if they didn't tell him all of their secrets. "I have nothing you want, see?" He pulled his hands from his jacket pockets to show them that he had literally nothing on him. Aside from a phone that never rang, an oyster card and a few coins that would buy him exactly zero things, all of his possessions were safety stored away behind a dumpster.
Reid was sure that he was doing his best to look intimidating but the dog just panted and looked him in a way that thoroughly confused him. "I'm not taking you home. That's your problem," he informed the canine, sure that he would absolutely know what he was saying and leave him alone. Finally though, the man sighed, walking towards the dog he was definitely not afraid of him. "Do you even have a home?" He continued to speak to it, crouching down so that he was at eye level with it. The dog looked filthy and Reid was sure, skinnier than it should have been. It made him frown at it, but he also lifted a hard to pat it's head. "You're not going to leave me alone, are you?" He concluded, standing up and shaking his head at the animal. "Makes you an idiot, whatever." Without another word, Reid began to move again, this time he slowed his pace just enough so that his annoying new friend could walk beside him instead. He wasn't happy about it. He was sure he'd try and lose the thing again tomorrow, for now though, he had those coins in his pockets, he was sure it would be just enough to buy it something to eat.

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