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located in New York, NY, a part of The Lost & Found, one of the many universes on RPG.

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Character Portrait: Roman Killens Character Portrait: Brooklyn Belle
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His hand dropped as she pulled away, refusing him. To put it short, he was at a loss. This felt like a mistake, and he looked away accordingly. He started to say something, but he found he was at a loss for words. His voice uttered meaningless sounds as he stammered. Eventually he pulled away. The fear was growing hold of him. He was sure she would go back and tell now. He wasn't thinking clearly to be able to weigh in on the situation appropriately, so to him it felt as though he were really being left out in the open. Once she pulled away from him, his hand tingled at the emptiness. He nodded absently as he stepped back without facing her. He began to say "Okay" but nothing came out except more voiceless sounds. He went around her and walked down the street, holding himself.

He wasn't entirely sure where he was going. Of course he hadn't realize it, but he'd always relied on Nick for a place to stay, and while with him, that need was always met. The only other time he was forced to find a place to stay was when he was thirteen and was alone the first six or so months. He'd lost so much weight during that time not only from lack of food but from stress. With New York City being the vast place it was, one would assume he had more options, but in reality it just seemed to be worst. He knew to avoid Central at this time of night, but he was only familiar with the part of New York he frequented. He was never a sight seer, finding the city crowd displeasing. While he enjoyed being anonymous, he never liked being around a lot of people. The city was too intimate for a guy like him, but right now he was craving some kind of company. At this time of night, though, the company was bound to be dangerous.

After walking multiple blocks, he sat down on the sidewalk and stretched his legs out. There was no where else really. He bargained that the coming of morning would wake him soon enough for him to go to a bathroom and do damage control. If there was anyone looking for him, maybe they would do like they did to the rest of the homeless population and simply walk past, choosing to deny their existence. He wasn't sure when he fell asleep. His thoughts were a streamline of anxiety and fear. He knew he had three hundred on him. It was enough for a train ride out of the city. He could go back home, presuming his grandparents were still alive, presuming they hadn't moved. He'd show up on their doorstep and his grandmother would answer the door with a mix of fright and disbelief on her face. Wondering what the silence was about, his grandfather would appear and then upon seeing Roman, would stare as well. They would break into tears, pulling him inside as he apologized. It would all be okay.

But maybe that was where the dream began. When his hopes of the past started to consume him, leading him to believe that in the end everything would work out. Which was why it was just a construct of his imagination, because it was not real, and it never would be.