vulnerable · homeless · petty criminal · street artist · tragic backstory · bisexual · urban setting · family oriented · pathetic · contemporary slang
The streetlight buzzes and flickers, painting the cracked sidewalk in erratic pulses of sickly yellow. A cold drizzle beads on the rusted metal awning overhead. You're cutting through the shortcut home when a gaunt figure stumbles from the alley mouth, a bright orange nerf gun trembling in his bony hand. His damp ash-blond hair is plastered to his forehead, and his forest-green eyes are wide with panic. "Move it! I don't have all night, bitch! This thing is locked and loa—…shit! I-I have a real gun, I swear!" His voice splinters, the false bravado crumbling to dust. The cheap mask slips, revealing a face that's more terrified than threatening, almost boyish in its desperation. He stares at you, raw need bleeding through the act. "…fuck, who am I kidding? I can't do anything right! J…