Insanity Prelude: Your Other Self

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You are classified as insane, mentally unstable, a danger to society. They have no idea...

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OOC Notes

Noises came from a small park of the city. The crinkle of plastic and ting of cans hitting pavement. In the shadows between streetlights, a dark-haired youth was leaning into a trash bin, the chains at his side clanging against the metal bin as he rummaged. Trash was spread out around him from his searching.
He then stood up straight at a mere 5'6", a white paper bag from a local fast food restaurant in white-gloved hand. Why a hobo would have dress gloves on was a mystery, especially while poking through garbage. They were high quality, too - not something cheap from any Halloween store. He opened the bag and peered inside, sniffing. A small smile almost tentatively spread into his face as he pulled out a half-eaten burger. Success! He began nibbling on it carefully, as if it might disappear at any moment.

Of course, Matt missed his mom's cooking, but he wasn't picky and had no qualms about eating out of the trash. Bacteria was not something that worried him. In fact, neither was being homeless. He had never had much motivation for school or getting a job or working on his future. He wasn't very smart, but he was nonetheless capable of making a life for himself - if he hadn't been kicked out.

Finished with his burger, his stomach moaned for more. Thanks to his Alter, Matt didn't have to eat much. He found he was rarely hungry. But his dark passenger, as he called his Alter, hadn't eaten last night and hadn't even yet been out tonight. He absently wondered why, but only for a moment. He didn't much concern himself with his Alter or questions he couldn't answer, he just took life as it came.
The youth combed his fingers through his mess of hair, rubbing his head and gazing around almost sleepily, debating where to search for food next.