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 when your soft hands hit the jagged ground., shey!
matthew czerny
 Posted: May 2 2017, 07:05 PM
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My friends don't walk, they run, Skinny dip in rabbit holes for fun, popping balloons with guns, getting high off helium. We paint white roses red, Each shade from a different person's head. This dream is a killer, Getting drunk with a blue caterpillar.
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21 YEARS OLD
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Where is my prescription? Doctor, doctor, please listen
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.

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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shey starling
 Posted: May 3 2017, 06:16 PM
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it's a lie a lie i catch you every time in your lust, your lust every time you close your eyes i hear the secrets that you keep when you're talking in your sleep i hear the secrets that you keep when you're talkin
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Shey had been spending a great deal of time wandering--it was easier that way, and if he didn’t have an actual idea of whom he wanted to seek out at the time...well it was easier to find something without planning to find it than try to stake something out. There had been rumors a Valerie Sun had been doing dealings in Neverland...or rather he knew that she could be around and so he had taken to seeing if he could find anything out as to why--or even better, find some way to throw her under the bus (along with everyone else he encountered in his life). However, he didn’t know Neverland too well, and as it became later in the day...Shey had the realization he had no idea where he was, in a particularly sketchy part of town with his camera (which cost more than likely a house around here).

His only solution was likely to wander around, not really wanting to rely on the help of anyone. It wasn’t as if he could ask for directions, because Shey was convinced that he would just be given faulty ones and end up even more loss than before--the butt of the joke and everyone would be laughing except for him. No, it was much more reasonable for him to try to get himself out of this situation, and had taken to examining his environment a bit more to see if he recognized anything, mentally cursing himself for being more focused on people than his surroundings. Shey wasn’t expecting anyone to bother him at all, let alone ask if he was okay, and was thoroughly caught off guard, jumping a bit. ”Oh, uh, hi.” Shey wasn’t even sure how to react...or pretend to act, in this situation, ”I’m um,” Usually, he would just wave the guy off a bit, but he was cute, and Shey was hopelessly lost, and he approached him first so…”Uh, honestly I’m a little bit lost….”

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matthew czerny
 Posted: May 14 2017, 09:18 PM
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My friends don't walk, they run, Skinny dip in rabbit holes for fun, popping balloons with guns, getting high off helium. We paint white roses red, Each shade from a different person's head. This dream is a killer, Getting drunk with a blue caterpillar.
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21 YEARS OLD
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drug dealer
neverlander
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jade
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Where is my prescription? Doctor, doctor, please listen
If it wasn’t evidence before that this guy was lost, the startled response to Czerny turning up out of nowhere would confirm it. Czerny was quite used to people appearing out of the woodwork and suddenly starting up a conversation. He had been sure that he had been sufficiently good at announcing his presence before he’d said hello, but apparently he needed to work on that- probably needed to stomp around more so that random guys would know he was approaching, if his neon hair didn’t give it away first. Still, shoving his hands in his pockets, he regarded the other guy with uncharacteristic seriousness, glancing him over as though he might find signs that the guy had been involved in a classic criminal Neverland shenanigan, for example. Instead, he looked fine, which was a relief.

“Where are you headed?” he checked, wondering if he was supposed to lead the guy into Neverland or not. The camera in his hand looked stupidly expensive, and he felt like if he stuck around any longer, someone not as charming as Czerny might decide it belonged to them. “There’s a tube station near here, if you want me to show you,” he continued, wondering if he should make an effort to sound more friendly, but he never been particularly good at that. He could only hope that he didn’t sound like he might be making an effort to steal the guy’s kidneys when he wasn’t looking.

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shey starling
 Posted: May 24 2017, 03:27 AM
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it's a lie a lie i catch you every time in your lust, your lust every time you close your eyes i hear the secrets that you keep when you're talking in your sleep i hear the secrets that you keep when you're talkin
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Shey could only hope that he would somehow end up in the right place and be able to get home without much help, and..well he wasn’t going to say he’d never come to Neverland again, but he’d make an effort to not get lost again. Of course, that didn’t help the fact how easily startled he was upon being approached by anyone...let alone by someone in Neverland. Shey wasn’t expecting someone to seem so nice and helpful...it was almost suspicious. People typically only were nice to him when they wanted something...and most of the time that something was for him to delete a picture he managed to snag (he never did, all of those ended up in a different drive, obviously). ”Oh, I’m going…” his voice trailed off a bit awkwardly. He figured he shouldn’t disclose that he was practically following someone around to see what he could see…”I’ve just been wandering around a bit,” he grinned sheepishly.

”A tube station?” he repeated, still a bit flustered from getting lost. It wasn’t his fault, really...okay, it was absolutely his fault and he was aware of it, but he wasn’t about to turn down help from anyone, ”That would be great, lead the way?” Shey offered. Naturally, it wasn’t as if he was going to lead the way at all...that would be incredibly counter-productive of him to do. Instead, he put the lens cap on his camera, switching the power off of it, because if anything Shey wasn’t going to spot anything worth snapping a picture of at the moment. His own safety was kind of a priority here...and a tube station would be just what he needed to get home. ”I’m not going to lie, I was half-expecting to wander around here lost forever.”

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matthew czerny
 Posted: Jun 17 2017, 11:42 PM
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My friends don't walk, they run, Skinny dip in rabbit holes for fun, popping balloons with guns, getting high off helium. We paint white roses red, Each shade from a different person's head. This dream is a killer, Getting drunk with a blue caterpillar.
age
21 YEARS OLD
job
drug dealer
neverlander
aff.
jade
alias
75
posts




Where is my prescription? Doctor, doctor, please listen
“Clearly,” Czerny agreed with a glance at the camera, unsure what it was for, but pretty sure that it wasn’t because this guy had had a dream to get involved in, say, drug dealing in his spare time. At the same time, Czerny wasn’t entirely he wanted to know or even cared about what the camera was for, as long as it didn’t get stolen on his watch and he could claim he had done a good deed for once in his life. Still, he could continue this good deed train by getting this guy to the tube station; he glanced around briefly to get his bearings on where it was from here, and was certain it was only a few streets away, if you weren’t opposed to mildly dark and shady places. “Yeah, just follow me,” he decided, taking a moment to ensure this was okay before he led the stranger down the street, towards a nearby crossing.

He was careful to keep pace with him, and he considered the idea of getting lost in Neverland. In truth, Czerny thought that was impossible, but that was because he had grown up in London, knew the area before it had become Neverland and knew how many people would guide him in the right direction. All you had to do was call for a lost boy half the time. “Nah, you’d just end up in the outskirts or by the mansion,” he assured the stranger. “You ended up near my place though- the speakeasy,” he added, in case he needed to be found again; nearly everyone knew of the speakeasy, he thought confidently, “which is much better for you. I’m one of the nice ones.”

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shey starling
 Posted: Jun 23 2017, 10:19 PM
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it's a lie a lie i catch you every time in your lust, your lust every time you close your eyes i hear the secrets that you keep when you're talking in your sleep i hear the secrets that you keep when you're talkin
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freelance paparazzi
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Shey was glad to have ended up running into someone who was going to be helpful to him...at least he sincerely hoped. Honestly, Shey wasn’t one to expect the best out of anyone. In fact, he often expected for people to ignore him, leave him to struggle, or try to take advantage of him, so it made him quite weary of people...which is probably why his career of taking photographs of higher society people, catching them in situations that may not particularly be beneficial to that person…and screwing them over either by accepting a bribe to keep the information he had quiet, or exposing everything. The stranger didn’t seem too terribly threatening and untrustworthy, however, and Shey believed he usually had a good read of people. ”Thanks,” he murmured, following him.

”Ah,” he nodded in understanding, ”But I’m glad to have ran into you sooner than hoping to run into someone else later.” Relying on others was something that Shey wasn’t too good at doing--as they tended to let him down anyway. While this stranger could believe that someone would have eventually came to Shey’s rescue, he wasn’t going to be that sure, and would instead opt to be thankful that this stranger would help him out. Shey made a mental note of the speakeasy in his mind, in case he ever got lost around here again, before, ”The speakeasy,” he repeated, ”Well if I were to come out here to find you again, who would I be asking for, since I don’t think anyone would know what I meant when I said my guardian angel?” he asked, joking lightly. Shey hadn’t meant for his tone to seem so flirtatious, but that seemed to be the luck of the draw with him--and it wasn’t like he was someone who he wouldn’t flirt with, so that was a plus.

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matthew czerny
 Posted: Jul 25 2017, 06:20 PM
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My friends don't walk, they run, Skinny dip in rabbit holes for fun, popping balloons with guns, getting high off helium. We paint white roses red, Each shade from a different person's head. This dream is a killer, Getting drunk with a blue caterpillar.
age
21 YEARS OLD
job
drug dealer
neverlander
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jade
alias
75
posts




Where is my prescription? Doctor, doctor, please listen
Czerny thought they were making good progress to the tube station, assuming Shey did not need an escort once he was inside (Czerny hadn’t met many people who needed help with the tube, but to be fair, not many tourists wanted to approach him). He did think that luck had been on Shey’s side, however, as he wasn’t sure how well he would have fared against some of the more violent sort, or especially the ones who didn’t particularly have much of a moral code. “Well, you would have found a lost boy eventually,” he assured Shey, trying to sound knowledgeable about the place, although he couldn’t quite work out why he was showing off. It wasn’t really like him, he generally preferred not to be noticed nowadays.

Turning a corner, he nodded at the mention of his speakeasy, neglecting to mention its true purpose- there was something about announcing you dealt drugs casually that probably wouldn’t sit well on a first meeting, or maybe at any meeting- which would have been a strange thought, if not for the fact that the other guy had said it first. It was rare for people to want to meet Czerny again without adding that he shouldn’t put his prices up before then (but Brexit and inflation! Czerny argued). Giving a brief smile at the thought of being anyone’s guardian angel, he decided to play it off by being really cool and running a hand through his hair, as though people said this sort of thing all the time. “Matthew Czerny. Most people call me Czerny,” he explained. “You? You know, in case you turned up again.”

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shey starling
 Posted: Jul 31 2017, 06:19 PM
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it's a lie a lie i catch you every time in your lust, your lust every time you close your eyes i hear the secrets that you keep when you're talking in your sleep i hear the secrets that you keep when you're talkin
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19 YEARS OLD
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freelance paparazzi
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Shey nodded, shuddering a bit at the thought of running into more unsavory folk, even though finding a lost boy likely wouldn’t have been a total nightmare...but still. ”Well, I’m glad I ran into you first,” he answered, almost too easily, ”Because I’m sure you’re far better company than anyone else I could’ve found…” Especially since he was lugging around his fancy camera, and hadn’t really seen anything worth photographing during his short adventure through Neverland. Shey was more concerned with getting somewhere where he knew where he was, rather.

Shey wasn’t one to begin pressing questions too much--he really one to be in a position of judging anyone for where they live, hang out, or do at all, considering he made a living out of practically blackmailing people and selling photographs for the drama of it all. It made him feel noticable, and important, something he had craved for so long, but figured that wasn’t something he should disclose to someone he had just met. ”Czerny,” Shey repeated, ”It’s a pleasure to meet you.” He had manners, he was sure, and Shey didn’t want to seem far too enthusiastic about meeting him, and putting a name to a face. Especially as they were at the tube station now, ”I’m Shey---Shey Starling,” he introduced, wincing a bit, as his name was usually a massive red flag, ”And maybe I could turn up again and you could show me around?” he offered, ”You know, so I don’t seem as helpless when I get lost...you know, in case you aren’t always around to save me.”

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matthew czerny
 Posted: Aug 26 2017, 10:04 PM
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My friends don't walk, they run, Skinny dip in rabbit holes for fun, popping balloons with guns, getting high off helium. We paint white roses red, Each shade from a different person's head. This dream is a killer, Getting drunk with a blue caterpillar.
age
21 YEARS OLD
job
drug dealer
neverlander
aff.
jade
alias
75
posts




Where is my prescription? Doctor, doctor, please listen
Czerny didn’t know what to do with himself now that he had done a good deed in getting this guy to the tube station. He might need to go tell someone immediately so they could tell him to stop showing off and get back to the important stuff (dealing and general shenanigans). He couldn’t figure out if it was the deed that had him smiling, or if he just liked meeting someone who didn’t give very much away; he didn’t like prying questions, and hadn’t been asked any. It was good to know his name though- he didn’t know anyone’s names, wasn’t famous enough to care and certainly was locked out of celebrity culture by his newfound passions in life- and he committed it to memory. “Shey. Nice name,” he commented and then wondered if this was a deeply awkward comment; after all, Shey hadn’t chosen his name (or had he? But this seemed unlikely, not like how Czerny had adapted Mateusz to Matthew for living in England).

“Oh, yeah, of course. I’ll, uh, be here,” he promised, still a little awkwardly but he didn’t really want to immediate hand out his number, especially considering how easy it would be for his number to get into the wrong hands. But he was around, and Shey had a name and a place, which Czerny thought was about the same thing in Neverland. “I’ll see you around though,” he added, deciding that now that they were at the destination, he shouldn’t creepily stick around. Instead, he waited until Shey was definitely in the tube station and through the barriers before he headed off.

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