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New York. Christmas Eve, 2013.
Christmas lights seem to shine brighter than any street light or neon sign during the holiday season. Parents sneak into their closets, attics, and basements as quiet as a mouse. A perfect time to collect the presents they've purchased for their children, lovers, and friends alike. All children have turned in early, barely able to contain their excitement for the next day. Santa is coming to town after all!
On a not so bright side of town, a small tent is dimly lit tucked under an overpass. The face of a broken watch is the source of light, blinking 11:58 pm. "It's almost Christmas you know." a young girl says to her half sleeping companions. Rustling occurs as the now awaken tent, tries to remain quiet under the wrath of the woman."Didn't you guys get me a damn thing?" she asks a bit more flustered. The groans and fake snores in response are not what the young girl had in mind. "I swear, you all are good for nothing! I've had to deal with your bullshit for how long now? If I had a dollar for every God damn minute I wanted to kick your asses, I'd be so rich I could.."
A very close by cry of a baby interrupts the girl's train of thought. Her once raised voice turns into a whisper, her lips part slowly as she shakes the person next to her. "Did ya'll hear that? It sounded like a baby." Unzipping the tent the crisp winter air invades everything it touches, as the girl fastens her jacket up to her lips. Her boots trample the fresh snow as the sound of whimpering leads her to a pile of garbage. Removing a top layer, the girl finds a small child swaddled tight in a blanket. Dropping down quickly, the girl unfastens her jack cradling the baby inside as she calls out, "GUYS. I THINK YOU SHOULD COME OUT HERE... NOW!"
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Two minutes from home, but always homeless.
x Nickname: Vivi
x Gender: Female
x Sexuality: Straight
x Age: 23
x Race: White/Italian
x Personality: Fiesty. Emotional. Independent. Caring. Witty. Humorous.
x Likes: Sleeping. Eating In Restaurants. Rain. Hoarding. Dogs.
x Dislikes: Drugs. Rats. Winter Time. Betrayal. Vegetables.
x Favorite Food: Lasagna
x Biography: Vivienne was born to an average American family. Both of her parents worked steady jobs, and things for the Plazo family couldn't have been better. When the economy took a turn for the worse, and millions were out of jobs; their situation changed drastically. Vivienne's mother lost her job and found refuge in the bottle, while her father struggled to make ends meat working a few small jobs here and there. As Vivienne got older she too began to work, trying to help the family pay rent in the expensive city, but they were always living paycheck to paycheck.
When Vivienne was old enough her parents urged her to leave home, to try to find a better place out there for herself, and she did. At first Vivienne had found a small apartment with two room mates, and things we're just fine. Eventually, things settled and she began to enjoy life a little too much, often spending her money on drinking and partying rather than the rent. Fed up with these actions her room mates kicked her out into the cold. Trying to go back home was the first thing that Vivi had in mind, but her parents would not have it. She was old enough to take care of herself, and her parents too pushed her away. Helpless, Vivienne began a statistic in the system, living off a few scraps here and there, and trying to survive the extreme weather of New York.
During this time, she met a group of people she became close to, and they became her new family. Day in and day out they watched out for one another, and though very different, stood together to help live. They may have their moments, but they care for one another deep down.
x Vices: Drinking
x Duration: 4 Years
Name: Patrick O'Sullivan
Personality: After many years of drinking paddy has become somewhat belligerent and quick to temper when annoyed or pestered enough. But to those that know him well enough they know that he is quite the joker having a somewhat dark sense of humor and He is one who would give anything for those who are close to him
Likes: Whiskey Money Family
Dislikes: Criminals, Drugs, Richer folk
Favorite Food: Meat and Potatoes
Biography: Born in Belfast Ireland where he spent his first 6 years of his life Paddy's father was a member of the provisional IRA and when paddy was 6 he was killed when his dad's car exploded due to a loyalist pipe bomb he sat there in the window crying as his dad's car went up into flames. Fearing for her family Paddy's mother moved to America where he has spent most of his life but at the age of 16 with his mother struggling to pay bills and give food for him and herself paddy runaway believing that he was to much a burden on his mother for the next 7 years he bounced around from place to place doing odd jobs here and there until he found the thing that would banish his chances for success whiskey soon he began to turn to it as a way to drown his sadness from the traumatic experience of his father dying to the years of loneliness out on the road paddy now barley able to hold even a menial job due to his problem found his way to the homeless camp and was one of the very first people to group up in the underpass ever since he has been known by the people new and old for his frequent drunken stupors where he will wander around the camp singing songs of his old country and lashing out at anyone who tried to ask him to quite down
Illnesses: PTS (While not diagnosed most people can expect it from his occasional screaming in his sleep to his black outs where he'd start yelling about fire and how he could have saved his father)
Duration: 22 years
- Soft Music
- Loud Noise
- Being Crowded
Favorite Food: Dried Fruit
Sasha spent years in an abusive household. To escape she would go out and wander the streets for hours on end. It was in this way that she met a homeless boy who spent his days wandering from place to place. She became fond of him and when he planned to move on, she asked to come with him. They lived together on the streets for a year before, on a particularly cold winter night, the boy died from a combination of cold and illness. Sasha didn't go home after that, but she became hardened and taciturn.
Duration: Sasha has been on the streets for three years now.
Nickname: Red 9
Gender: Appears male, but who knows what the hells under that robe?
Sexuality: Has shown no real interest in ether gender so far.
Race: Most likely British due to his thick accent.
Personality: It's best explained in working.
Likes: Hats, leather, constructing things
Dislikes: Loud noises, those who insult others for their belief or way of life, conflict
Favorite Food: Beacon of course.
Biography: As far as anyone knows he wandered into town one day and began a new life their, some how being able to get decent food and drink and creating some what comfortable shack. Most see him as another mad men who ran from home before the government put him in a Looney bin and couldn't be bothered to go out and deal with him, and others think he has a far darker past and that insanity lead to something far more covered in red fluid. Whatever the rumour, most shun him for his strange appearance and ways he takes on life, but that still hasn't stolen the smile under his or her hood.
Duration: Around two years since he's been in town.
Name: Charles Bodall
Nickname: Old Bodall
Personality: Bombastic and boastful. Exaggerates everything good or bad and occasionally uses purple prose in his own speech. Also born in a much more simple time and thus can be seen as sexist or racist, though he never means to hurt anybody.
Likes: Reading, writing, drama
Dislikes: Cold, modern art, dirt
Favorite Food: Artichokes
To describe Charle's life as dull would be an understatement. He was born in the middle class to loving parents and everything was simply average. His grades were average, his friends were average, and his future seemed average. The only thing that seemed notable about him was his love for reading. Every night he listened to the stories of Scheherazade and in the days he would travel down the Mississippi with Mark Twain. This influenced him to become a writer. After that his life was never the same, and for the worse.
The life of a full time writer is rarely an easy one. He never wrought a thing that was worth publishing and thus he never grew wealthy, having to rely on the generosity of his family and the pension from his military service to provide a living while he restlessly denied that he just wasn't a writer. Eventually his family grew sick of his freeloading and the money from his family ended. Now he's was forced to live on the streets, relying on his military pension to get the basics such as food and clothes. Still he's foolish enough not to give up on his dream of publishing. Eventually his old bones are just going to quit on him.
Duration: 31 years