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Sid Phillips 18 Professional scumbag (Not actually a 'professional scumbag'. They don't pay you for that shit) Garbage man (Probably actual garbage too. It's hard to tell sometimes. But I do get paid for that shit.)

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Winding Down || Esmeralda & Sid

Lately, Sid was tense. A whirlwind of utter bullshit and the unpleasantness of Christmas had certainly left a bitter taste in his mouth. It wasn’t something Sid was use to, let alone liked. Sid prided himself on being laid back. Being so uncaring of the world around him that everything slid off him, untouched and unnerved. Being uptight didn’t suit Sid’s lifestyle. Made him feel too damn human. So Sid had set out to remedy that.

Paying for a bottle of beer, Sid quickly blended in with the rest of the patrons, unnoticed. That was the beauty of the Court of Miracles, he fit in just fine. Like he fit in too well with the peculiar crowd. Probably because, like him, most of them were here to leer at the dancers. But, hey, who didn’t love a drink and a show?

Slipping through the crowd, Sid easily wormed himself to the front of the stage, all the while sipping his drink. He just wanted to relax. Forget about the stupidity infesting his simple life and focus on what really mattered; dancers who knew how to move their bodies. Leaning his weight on one foot, he watched the current dancer, enthralled by the act. He couldn’t help himself (or at least that was what he told himself). Bringing his fingers to his lips, he gave a loud wolf whistle in ‘appreciation’. 

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Beware of Dog || Open

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Copper only half paid attention to the kid’s rambling. He had looked him over once and decided the boy was relatively harmless, at least in the moment. Even though, he did have the beady, shifting eyes of someone who was familiar with petty crime. Yet, Copper was not at all worried about that. Instead, he crossed his arms over his chest and cocked his head slightly to the side. His eyes were focused on the dog. The collar of the white dog had pulled against his fur as it cowered. There were grey and black spots, where no hair grew, obviously scars. Some deep against the bull terrier’s muscled body.

It was these marks that had Copper’s jaw clenching. The sheriff had always been fond of dogs. They were the only animal his father had let Copper have. And they were intelligent, loyal to a fault. Even though the dog was posturing defensively at Chief, the dog simply sat at Copper’s feet, dark eyes going from Copper to the boy—pretty much ignoring the frantic dog.

Turning so that he was facing the boy full on, he looked down his nose at him. His jacket hung off his shoulders, about a size or two too big. It made him look bigger than he probably was. The boy’s hair was tangled and he had dark circles under his eyes. Someone who obviously didn’t take care of themselves…and were even less likely to take care of an animal. Copper could feel that anger he was so familiar with boiling under his skin. But, he hadn’t graduated top of his class for no reason and he was able to tamper it down.

“Pathetic…” Copper said softly, his eyes not leaving the stranger’s face. “Seems more…terrified to me.” He nudged his head in the direction of the dog without removing his gaze. “Where’d he get those scars?”

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Sid could tell his tale was falling on deaf ears. Part of the reason Sid hated cops; too damn good to give a shit. Once they had their mind set, they didn’t let go. The cop was scrutinizing him, maybe even trying to intimidate him, but Sid sure as hell didn’t give a damn. As the man stared him down, Sid simply tilted his head, offering a shit-eating smile. Like he didn’t have a Goddamn clue what he probably looked like to his guy. Probably thought Sid was nothing more than scum festering and ruining the town’s pristine image. Well, he wouldn’t be wrong.

Then he had to go and mention the scars. Sid’s smile tightened, eyes glazing slightly as he looked past the cop, staring at empty air. So that was his problem. Part of him was pissed. Probably the biggest and most irrational part. Said part wanted to sucker punch the cop. Screw the consequences, because anything would be worth knocking the prick down a peg or two. Because how the fuck dare he look at him like he did it? Sid had spent weeks fretting over the dog, earning a few bite marks and bloodshed himself from the frantic dog. It was a sore subject, especially when someone looked at him like he was the monster in the story.

On the other hand, the guy gave a damn. But that didn’t help cool Sid down. Biting down on his tongue, he glanced away, scratching at his chin before shrugging. “D’unno,” he finally looked back at the officer, the smile long forgotten. “He had them when I got him. Gets kind of skittish around dogs, especially ones bigger than him. So I’d guess he probably was mauled by one.” Or more. It wasn’t really a lie, but it wasn’t a whole truth either. He’d broken a few laws himself pulling that stunt. Put people’s lives in danger. The dogs’ too. But, hell, he’d been a kid then, and he trusted cops back then about as much as he trusted his cop right now. Not at all.

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Beware of Dog || Open

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How could she have been so stupid! It was honestly just because she was a stupid girl with her head in the clouds, that’s the only reason why things like these happened. No one liked the be analysed, not even she liked it. She had been forced to go to shrinks and psychiatrists her whole life and she had hated it, why in the world would she think that someone like Sid would like it. Not that- Stop trying to put up excuses in your head, Alice, he’s angry and he looks like he’s prone to violence, so whatever you do, don’t move… Don’t… Her mind continued to whirr, her eyes takin in his facial features tightening up as soon as the words started flowing out of his mouth. 

Hearing how he countered back from her analysis, Alice cringed back every time he raised his voice at her. She wasn’t used to this, no one, ever, in her whole life had raised their voice to her, she had always been spoken in a soft tone, maybe more stern than calm sometimes, but never in this volume. The boy was fuming, shouting at her and they were in a public place. The blonde’s stomach shut down, her throat closed up, her fight-or-flight response failing once again in front of the angry boy, and she couldn’t help it but just freeze on the spot with the biggest scared look she had ever had plastered on her face.

But then, the roles changed, and Alice got more of what she deserved. Again, she had been analysed for years, so many people told her what was wrong with her. She had created such a barrier for herself, a barrier in which so many people couldn’t fit on the inside, so she ended up creating her own little world. But what Sid was telling her, no one ever had. Now this was hurting, and whatever he was aiming for to do to her, he was getting. Now her throat opened up, but just to feel the pressure rising and her eyes watering. She didn’t want to do this, she hated crying in front of people, but right now, there wasn’t anything she could do to help it. 

She heard every word, and when he was done, the young girl straightened herself up, sniffling up the tears and wiping the ones that had dropped down her cheeks with the back of her hand “It’s… Not a past time, it’s more of a personal belief” Alice spoke back. Why was she not keeping her mouth shut! “But, uhm.. We all have personal views and I… Uhm.. I respect that” She continued, trying her best to not break down again and be strong. “It was, uhm, a pleasure to meet you” She nodded her head and then looked down at the dog, nodding her head again and turning around on her heels, her hand going over her mouth and nose to keep herself from crying, walking quickly towards her car until she got inside and broke down. 

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Tears. He knew it should shame him. Awaken some gentlemanly instinct buried beneath the grit and poisonous stance. But it simply didn’t. Never did. Tears didn’t do a damn thing. Didn’t fix problems. Didn’t change a Goddamn thing. Sure as hell didn’t change that what he said was true. He’d played the kindness card, and what did it get him? Some snot-nosed rich kid telling him what he felt. He scoffed at her ‘pleasure to meet you’. He sure as hell didn’t believe her. He didn’t give a damn. Let her cry. Prove him right. 

Beside him, Scud yelped nervously, unsure how to take the energy presented to him. He was watching his owner with uncertainty. Dropping his cigarette, he snuffed it out with his boot, before lighting up another. Agitated, burnt through it quickly, brows furrowed. He was use to feeling like a piece of shit, so why the hell did it actually bother him this time? It doesn’t.

Turning, he balled a fist, punching the store’s brick wall hard. Something inside his wrist clicked painfully, his knuckles splitting and warm blood rising to the surface. Scud barked at him and Sid only ignored him, tugging the leash to continue their journey.

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Lost Boys: New Recruit || Peter and Sid

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Peter grinned, and with the small amount of light that was coming from the moon and Sid’s smoke, he looked positively sinister. Well, he assumed he looked sinister, who knows, he could have looked like an absolute fool. He could see it in Sid’s eyes. He could see that not only did Sid know of the Lost Boys, he knew who they were and what they had done. Well maybe.

Peter also picked up the little things in Sid’s demeanor. The way he balled up his fist when Peter had grabbed him, the general way he stood, the manner in which he had his smoke. All of it was a tell to Peter. All of it. But now the difficult question. Were they a real gang? Well. Not anymore.

“Yeah. Lost Boys you kidding? Realest gang in Swynlake. Though that isn’t a very good justification now is it. But yeah. Real gang.”

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At the boy’s smile, Sid shifted to another foot, though didn’t back down. He wasn’t an idiot, he knew there were ‘magicks’ in this town. People who hardly looked powerful but possessed powers that could kill a man. If Sid feared death, he’d probably do the smart thing and hightail it now. Peter hardly looked dangerous, but he held himself in a way that suggested otherwise. Magic was Sid’s best guess.

“Because ‘Lost Boys’ just screams ‘terror’,” Sid taunted, coughing slightly with his laugh. But, from what he remembered, it wasn’t far off. They’d made a reputation among them when they were around. If he was right, it was a little negative rep to add to Sid’s already impressive name. If he was bullshitting, Sid didn’t owe them anything. Could leave them in the dust to take the blame and cut his loses.

Shrugging, he dug pulled his arm away from the other to casually place his hand in his pocket, taking on the air of nonchalance. This kid was clearly passionate about his gang but for Sid it was a little fun. “Sure. Then count me in.”

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Beware of Dog || Open

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The blood running through Alice’s veins froze instantly when Sid started talking about dog fights, her face instantly going into some kind of mixed expression of horror and sadness. Who would do something like that to a dog, who’d do something like that to any animal at all! “What?” She asked, her accent flowing out extra hard on that one “No wonder he doesn’t trust people, who would do something like that to a dog, any animal really, but much less a dog. Dogs are supposed to be people’s best friend and that’s not a way to treat a best friend. I know I wouldn’t trust anyone who pushed me into a ring and told me to fight anyone, so I don’t blame you” She finished talking, the anger starting to flow through her voice.

Alice was incredibly involved in any cause against animal cruelty. She strongly believed that no one should be forced into anything they didn’t want to do, but when it comes to animals, they can’t say they don’t want to, they don’t communicate the way we do and we can’t understand them as clearly as we can understand ourselves and - Stop Alice, you’re gonna start doing that thing where you don’t realise it and you’re talking out loud. Maybe he wouldn’t mind.. Of course he would, Alice, don’t you see, mother said everyone thinks you’re mental when you do it and it’s just not okay for you to, so stop it- “What?” She was suddenly stumped by the word coming out of his mouth “Oh, ‘ts okay” The blonde said with a smile looking at Sid, then down at Scud, and coming back to the man.

Shaking her head, the blonde shrugged. “I don’t like passing judgement when it comes to people I don’t know. And look at you, I mean, sure, you probably do look like you’d disappoint at a first glance, but then…” She stopped herself, trying to give him a look over. What are you doing, Alice, no one likes being analysed and just because you’ve watched way too many episodes of Criminal Minds, that doesn’t make you a profiler, so shut up- “Your posture tends to indicate you’re somewhat ready for a fight, which means you’re strong and you stand up for what you believe… What that is, I’m not sure” Her eyes narrowed as she looked at him, at this point, the words coming out of her mouth not even being processed “And the fact that you own a dog says a lot about you, plus that dog was a fight dog and it adds even more to my idea that you’re genuenly a good guy who really wants the best for things, at least for his dog, who you took out of a possible ugly ending to try and give him a good life and in that way, helping you out because maybe you felt… Alone?” Her voice faded at the end of the question, and that’s when her mind re-focused on Sid’s face and not the empty void behind it. She had actually said all that to a person “Oh my… God, I’m so sorry… I’m so so sorry” She apologised. If he didn’t kill you before, he’s definitely pulling out his gun knife and kill you now, Alice, good job.

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Listening as Alice carried on, Sid was vaguely impressed that she could say so much without having to pause for breath. Well she certainly was a passionate one. Though Sid couldn’t complain about that. Though she was naive about just how cruel people could be, he agreed. He’s just use more ‘choice’ words. Dogs weren’t to be hurt. Such a shame the world didn’t see it that way.

When she glanced him over, he stiffened uncomfortable. A rich kind of justice, he supposed, after he’d done the exact damn thing. It was just easier to be the observer and not the observed. It was one of the many reasons he didn’t like people. They looked for things that weren’t there. She was analyzing him. Sure, people did it all the time, but it was common courtesy to keep it to themselves. Jaw locked, Sid narrowed his eyes, an unspoken threat to shut her mouth. Clearly she wasn’t paying attention, because she had the nerve to keep going. And then she had the gall to apologize? Like it was a mistake that she’d stuck her nose where it didn’t belong?

“Gee, thanks Patrick Jane. Grade A analyzes there. You wanna tell me how I wasn’t loved enough as a child too? I give you one thing, you’re damn right I’m always ready to fight! But it ain’t for some crack ass bullshit like ‘standing up for what I believe in’. It’s because I’m looking for one. I get bored, and you know what I like to do when I’m bored?” He grinned, though it didn’t even touch his eyes. “I like to break a face or two. Nothin’ says ‘it’s a fan-frickin-tastic day’ like a broken nose! I took him in because he needed it! Not me! Did it ever occur to you that people who are alone like it that way? Or is your head so stuck in this fairytale world of yours where friendship and love cures the world’s problems that the people who don’t have it clearly have something wrong with them? And who the hell are you to act like you know shit about me?

“You wanna analyze, well how about I give it a stab? You’re some overly privileged brat who has never been so hungry and poor that you’re willin’ to tear up your whole apartment just for a couple bucks to get a feed. You buy overly pretentious food like it’s actually going to make a difference. You’re stuck in this mindset of ‘everything’s fantastic’ that you’re surprised that people are dicks. And guess what, sunshine? I am a dick! No amount of sugar-coating it is gonna change that! I’m so sick of pretty little rich bitches trying to ‘find the good’ in the ‘bad boys’, like it’s some fun past time. So tell me, princess, am I still such a nice guy in disguise now?” 

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Lost Boys: New Recruit || Peter and Sid

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Peter stuck his arm out to catch Sid at the elbow. He had been anticipating this day for a while. That sounded very creepy when Peter thought about it but he honestly didn’t care. He wanted this kid in his gang. He needed to revamp the gang more than anything and once he had this guy, he could actually start recruiting. 

“Sid Phillips. Let me introduce myself. Peter. Peter Pan. Head of the Lost Boys Gang. Maybe you’ve heard of us, though honestly at this point I would rather you haven’t. We haven’t been a real gang in years. And you, Sid, are just the kind of guy I need to turn this shit around.” 

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Sid’s first reaction to being grabbed was always the same; ball a fist and get ready to shed some blood. Whether it was his or the other person’s, it didn’t matter. As long as he put up a fight. However, the guy knowing his name stumped him. Well, knowing him wasn’t that far of a stretch, but actually looking for him? Puffing on his cigarette, he considered putting it out on the guy’s hand to force him to let go. But curiosity was a bitch of a thing.

“Never heard of ‘em,” he lied. He had, though that was long ago. Years. This guy hardly looked old enough to be affiliated with them. Plus Sid didn’t like stroking people’s egos. Thinking it over, he questioned; “when you say gang, are you talking about an actual gang that terrorize the town? Or just a bunch’a punks trying to look tough?”

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Somethings Never Change || Andy & Sid

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“Get the fuck out of my house!”

“Bite me, you old prick!”

“Sid, don’t-”

“Let go of me!” Tearing his arm from his mother’s grasp, he whirled on her, the aggression and hostility festering between them. He hated being here. Hated them. Fuck. Nothing good came from this Goddamn family. “And don’t tell me what to do! I ain’t living under your fucking roof anymore either!”

“You ain’t welcome here!”

Offering a quick and rather unamused bark of a laugh, he glared back at his father. “Don’t give a fuck. It’s called break and entering. So call the cops, arsehole.”

He wouldn’t. Never did. The pros of growing up in a toxic family; no one wanted the attention of the police. Better to settle things among themselves, which was a hell of a lot easier when Sid was smaller than his father. When puberty hit, his father lost that advantage pretty quick. Sid stalked past him, making sure to shove a shoulder into the man’s chest as he went. 

In one hand, Sid clenched a wrapped gift, a rather messily scrawled ‘Hannah’ written on one side. Finding the poor excuse of a ‘Christmas tree’, he tossed the box to the base. He paused for a moment to regard the fact that it was one of the few beneath the tree. Looking around, Sid spotted the collection of whiskey by his father’s chair. Big fucking surprise. 

Stalking up to it, Sid snatched the full one, holding it up to show his father in taunt. “Merry Goddamn Christmas.” Offering a wide grin, he pushed past his family once more, and headed straight out the door he’d left open. The screams and arguments rang out after him, his parents clearly caught in another ‘epic’ fight. Untwisting the cap on ‘his’ whiskey bottle, he took a swig as he made his way down the porch. It felt like deja vu. Sure, the alcohol was a nice new touch, but the scene that played out was always the same. Except this time he wouldn’t have to drag himself back in the middle of the night and suffer another morning of pretending nothing happened. Damn. It actually felt pretty good. 

Glancing at the neighbouring house, he wondered if the Davis family heard it all. In Sid’s world, they were an odd bunch. Perfect kids with the perfect mother and a picture perfect life. ‘The grass is always greener’ kind. They’d had a dad too once. Sid’s memory of him was foggy and he never bothered to find out just what happened. Guess everyone has daddy issues around here. Shaking his head, he continued on. He hated thinking about back then. Hell, he still had nightmares about it sometimes. Vengeful toys and possessed cowboy dolls.. Better to leave that creepy shit behind with his screwed up family.

Eyeing his father’s car, he paused, one brow raised. Well, why the hell not? It wasn’t like his father had the balls to stop him. Fishing his keys from his pocket, he placed the bottle down and crouched, dragging the end of the key across the car’s paint.

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Beware of Dog || Open

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Copper was on his daily stroll through town. It really was that: a stroll, hands shoved into to pockets, steps long and languid. He had no where to be, his phone was silent, the radio at his hip was silent…and he was going stir crazy. So he walked, back and forth, up and down. If he walked slowly, it took about an hour to get from one side to another. Sometimes, he’d detour down alleyways–noting the copious graffiti there. 

Hopefully he could catch the brat (or brats, from the different styles) someday, but he wasn’t too concerned at the moment. Most of the time, on these promenades through town, he’d bring Chief with him. The dog was unfond of being on a leash, but Copper supposed he had to set the example. No dogs off leash. Bit of a rubbish rule if you asked him. 

But then again, most dogs weren’t as well-behaved as Chief. Who, at the moment, padded faithfully at his side, quiet–the brown leash lax between them. That was, until the came across another dog sitting on the side of the street, tied to a lamp post, just out of the sun. Chief had stopped and raised his tail, as hound dogs were wont to do, in alertness. 

He didn’t growl, but Copper knew the look in his eye. Protective. Copper cast his gaze to the unusual (read: ugly) dog sitting a few feet away. It was cowering slightly, leash taut against the post it was tied to. He pursed his lips and was about to step closer when a young lad came out of the store, calling out to him. Copper straightened up, the badge on his hip flashing as his jacket moved over it. “You shouldn’t leave a dangerous dog alone on the street,” he pointed out nonchalantly, though there was a tinge of warning in his voice.

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Naturally, the man’s badge caught Sid’s eye. It was almost comical; a showcop move that screamed 'respect my authoritah’ in Sid’s mind. Usually, this is the part in the show where the criminal would book it, only to be thwarted by a car door opening thanks to the cop’s a well placed partner. Three things ruined Sid’s fun. One, his dog was tied up, and Sid wouldn’t be able to get it undone in time. Two, this was real life and there probably wasn’t a well placed partner. Three, the hound dog would leave a nasty bite mark on his ass. Damn. Well at least the cop seemed to be giving him a warning rather than overreacting. 

“Sorry, officer,” Sid offered a lopsided grin, hoping that the guy didn’t know who he was. After all, ‘Sid Phillips’ and ‘you’re under arrest’ went hand in hand. “I didn’t mean it. I thought you were going to steal my dog or somethin’. Honest mistake.” People did that, right? Stole dogs off the street? Damn, he really should work on his lying. “He’s harmless. I mean, look at him,” Sid inched his head at Scud, the dog staring at the larger dog with ears alert despite the fact he was trying to get as far away as possible and closer to Sid. “He’s kind of pathetic.” 

On queue, Scud barked, obviously frantic and panicked by the other dog’s presence. Sid really hoped the man didn’t know enough about dogs to read their body language. He doubted it, but a guy could try. “I just ducked in for a minute to grab us both a bite to eat. He’s hungry and we’re not going to be home for awhile. I was keepin’ an eye on him in there.”

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Beware of Dog || Open

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Alright Alice, deep breaths. He’s not pointing a knife at you. Or a gun. Or a gun with a knife. Wait, do those even exist? That would be like, the ultimate weapon. But again, he doesn’t have it, so focus on the nice things. He sounds nice, and he cares for his dogs… Yes, focus on that, he’s not here to kill you. The blonde kept going in her mind, God, she needed to shut up at some point or it would just start flowing out of her lips and it really wouldn’t be ideal. Watching him unhook the dog’s leash, her mouth twisted upwards into a smile as her eyes landed on the dog, quickly nodding at his comments about chemicals.

“I’ve just… Never been fed anything that’s not good for my body” She said, looking at him puffing up a cloud of cigarette smoke and furrowing her brows, the frown increasing when he started cursing. Her mind whirred to figure out something she could say that didn’t sound insulting but at the same time didn’t curse out as much as he did “I… Definitely agree with that. But there can’t be too many people who do that, right? I mean, who’d hurt someone as cute as this boy?” She said as she bent down, her baby voice going on strong before she snapped back up and shook her head when the dog growled quietly. “Right. Space. Sorry” She muttered.

His hand, as the rest of his personality, was a kind she wasn’t used to. People like her father used to hold them, soft and tender. Sid’s hands were calloused and strong, but it was a hand, and it was a friend “Sid, nice to meet you. Scud-” She said with a smile, doing a little curtsey for the dog and giggling, rememberin the bit of bar in her hand “Do you want it? I mean- Does he want it? I mean- Can he have it-” Her eyes closed as she basically gave up, handing the bit of peanut butter bar to the boy across of her and chuckling. “The town does seem to have an enchanting quality, but that does tend to happen with people who visit. Those who live tend to have seen the not so enchanting bits and- I’m not implying that… Not.. Because..” Alice choked, letting her head fall to her hands “Sorry” She muttered, taking a deep breath and re-emerging energised again “Don’t speak so ill of yourself. You don’t seem like a low life scumbag to me” She shrugged with a short smile.  

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Bewildered, Sid cocked a brow at her reply, his sarcasm seemingly going over her head. Odd. That was the best and possibly the kindest word he could use to describe her. How did people go their whole lives without a little junk fuel? Hell, his morning shifts were usually comprised of twenty-four hour take-out and pop tarts. Froot loops if he felt like actually making an effort. He’d always thought organic food was for paranoiacs, old ladies, and hippies. 

Unable to help himself, he laughed at Scud’s reaction and how fast she reeled back. “He’ll get over it. He just panics.” He had to admit, Alice was probably the only person who’d call Scud ‘cute’. Bull terriers weren’t exactly known as an aesthetically pleasing breed. Especially when their fur was uneaven from the scars beneath. “Actually,” Sid squared his jaw a little, taking a deeper drag of his cigarette as a toxic comfort, before continuing, “before I got him, he was a fighter dog. The ones that, y’know, people pitted on each other.” Shrugging it off, he tried to play it off like it hardly mattered. “S’why he doesn’t trust people easily. Don’t take it too personally. Like I said, he’ll get over it.”

Scud stiffened at Alice’s gesture, glancing at Sid for reassurance, before staring at the girl. Smirking, Sid was happy to see he wasn’t the only one confused by Alice’s antics. Yeah, she’d fit into the fairytale side of Swynlake just fine. Holding his hand out for the bar, he looked it over, curious. It was probably the healthiest snack he’d held in his life, and all it was was a peanut butter bar. Huffing a quiet laugh in amusement, he held the bar in front of Scud. Uncertain of what Sid was offering, the dog took it gingerly, before experimentally gnawing on it. Giving the dog a encouraging pat on the head, he stood once again, offering a quick ‘thanks’. Scud certainly wasn’t protesting. 

‘Sorry’. Frowning, he hadn’t the slightest idea what she was apologizing for. For implying he was a part of the ‘not so enchanting bits’? Hell, everyone who knew Sid knew he was far from ‘enchanting’. His whole family was an ‘unfortunate mishap’ in the wondrous world of ‘Swynlake’. It wasn’t an insult. It was a fact. “Thanks?” he questioned, uncertain how to take her ‘compliment’. Was it a compliment? Could you consider being told you’re ‘not a low life scumbag’ a compliment? “I’m pretty sure that’s just because known me for, like, five minutes. Give it awhile, there’s plenty of time for me to disappoint.”

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Lost Boys: New Recruit || Peter and Sid

Peter had planned this meeting a while ago. Years probably, he wasn’t good at keeping track of passed time. It probably had something to do with the weird aging thing, messed with his internal clock or something. That wasn’t important right now. What was important was Peter was finally going to be able to get a gang going again. He hadn’t really had a gang since high school. Anything since then had just been a group of screw ups he could get into trouble with. And then he had asked that girl, what was her name again, Kiara? To join and that was just stupid. What was he thinking?

None of that mattered now though. All of that was in the past and Peter was staring down a dark alleyway waiting for Sid. Peter had been watching this kid for a while now. Not in a creepy stalker way, but in a ‘I could use this guy on my team’ way. Peter had found out through various different sources that Sid was….troubled. A troubled youth. The exact kind of troubled Peter wanted in his newly reformed gang. 

He saw a tiny ember of light on the other end of the alley, and smelled the unmistakable sent of cigarette smoke. Ah good. He was here. Finally. 

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Stumbling out the doors, Sid braced himself against the railing to regain his balance, the loud music still pounding in his head. He wasn’t drunk, it took more than a few beers to knock him down a peg, but the sudden change from suffocating closeness to open and fresh air certainly knocked the wind from his sails. In the cold, the air was too crisp, and the air felt unnatural on his lungs.

Shaking it off, Sid started his journey home, hand digging out a pack from his pockets. He turned down an alley, never one to fear what was in it. After all, he was the reason people avoided them. Blocking the winds chill with one hand, he lit the cigarette, the toxins and burning sensation leaving him feeling fantastic. 

Starting down the alley, he glanced at another figure occupying it, not really bothered. He couldn’t really see who it was in the low light, but he didn’t entirely care either. Uninterested, Sid made to pass the other.

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Eva had exited the store just as he entered; bags in hand as her intentions were to get home as quickly as possible. The weather was too cold to her liking, business had been slow for the day and worst of all, her delivery man would be a day late meaning she would not have the ingredients she so much required in time. It all lead to an extremely aggravated woman and although it usually wasn’t her style she couldn’t help it but to scold the mutt that had just been growling at her. 

“Don’t make me shut you up,” she hissed, so fixated on the dog she did not even notice the owner walking out. Had she though, she might have realized that fixating her frustration on the dog hadn’t been reasonable     and might have been a little pathetic.

But he did succeed at catching her attention. The tall woman spinning on her heels to face the owner instead; brows furrowed into a frown as a look of aggravation graced her features. 

“Don’t you know? I’ll bite back.”

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In all honesty, Sid was a little taken back by the woman’s structure. She had an air of intimidation to her. There was a strange and rather fearsome beauty to her, enhanced by the way she carried herself. Unfortunately, that did little to help the fact that what she said pissed him off. No one ever accused Sid of being wise.

Dropping his head with a small shake, he offered a lopsided grin as a chuckle welled up in his throat. “Gotta admit, lady, I like you. The feisty type.” Yeah, he knew damn well chicks hated being called ‘feisty’. Ultimately, it diminished their rage as if it were something cute, and he damn well hoped it pissed her off too. “I mean, who doesn’t like a woman with a littlle bite in ‘er? But- uh- you see-”

Stepping in front of the dog, he used his body as a barrier between them. Feeding off Sid’s hostility, Scud began barking from behind the safety of his owner’s legs. Dropping the smile, he squared his shoulders, attempting to counter her confidence with his own. “If you hurt my dog, I’ll knock your Goddamn teeth out.”

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Alice’s throat started closing up as she saw the kid take long, potent strides towards her. Yeap, this is it, this is how you die, Alice. This is how they did in the books, but… Usually it was in a dark alley and you wouldn’t be dressed this way and he wouldn’t be doing it in broad daylight but at the same time, anything can happen, so why not- She cut herself off trying to focus on the boy’s face examining her body, looking her up and down, making her blush slightly and have her cheeks turn a slight dusty pink before she cleared herself off and regained her composure. Don’t worry Alice, he could be a nice guy for all you know… Right?

The little snap of her bar was still in her hand by the moment he started talking, her body completely frozen by fear, the fight or flight instinct clearly not even working. Hearing what he had to say, she slowly started relaxing and nodding “I figured. It’s just that I’ve read that dogs love peanut butter and it’s not bad for them if it’s not that thing that’s come out of a tub full of nasty chemicals, and I know this brand and it’s organic so I thought that maybe he- Wait, what? Why would I poison your dog?” She asked, her rant being cut off in the middle by his accusing tone, making her tilt her head sideways like one and shaking her head “I know you don’t know me but, then again, who’d poison animals? Who’d poison anything at all?” Her head was dazzled by even the possibility that there were people out there who chose to poison something by free will, and even more so an animal. 

“But I guess you’re right, I mean, pets take after owners, you should see my cat, and the horse, they really act so much like me, they like to be calm and chilling” The blonde said with a laugh, her pose now fully relaxing and popping her hip out, the bit of bar still between her fingers as she chuckled “Oh, sorry, I ranted a bit… I am, new, yeah… I’m Alice, Alice Liddel” She said with a wide smile, putting the wrapped up bar she had left over in one hand inside her handbag and stretching her hand out to shake it “How long have you been around here? This place looks lovely, is it as lovely as it looks?”

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Amused by the girl’s reaction, an almost predatory grin managed to spread across his face. She looked so out of place and on the spot, cheeks tainted in a ridiculous blush. Innocent had certainly been the right word, because she was looking at him like he was the ‘Big Bad Wolf’ just waiting for the kill. Deciding to give the girl her space, Sid knelt down beside Scud to untie the leash, listening as she began to chatter on. Her words made him fumble, brows knitted as he glanced back at her. What the hell was she even going on about? Peanut butter and chemicals? 

“Yeah, damn man. Those chemicals can be nasty.” Sid replied, fishing out a cigarette box from his pocket, making a show of pulling one out and placing it to his lips. Gripping the leash, he stood back up, looking pointedly at her. “What can I say? People are dicks. There’s a special place in Hell for pricks like that.” Not that Sid really believed in Hell, but he kind of hoped it existed none-the-less. Call it twisted justice, but he’d like to think guys like his father ended up there. Taking the cigarette from his mouth, he pointed at her with it. “You don’t strike me as the type to hurt a dog. Hell, I can’t really see you killin’ a fly. But if there’s even a sliver of a chance my dog can get hurt, I ain’t taking the risk. Nothin’ personal.”

Lighting the cigarette, he listened to her talk to fondly of her pets, clearly over the initial fear he’d struck into her before. Definitely not a dog killer. “Sid Phillips. The dog’s Scud,” he introduced, taking her offered hand in a polite handshake. After all, she seemed fragile. Shake too hard and she might crack like porcelain. Nothing like the kinds of girls he spent his time with. “Since,” Sid pretended to calculate the answer, scratching the underside of his chin in ‘thought’. “Birth. The town’s stuck with me. It’s- uh-” Sid paused, glancing at the rather fancy and chipper street. “Well it’s something. I guess you could call it ‘lovely’, as long as you avoid the low-lifes and scumbags.” Holding his arms out, he gave a half-arsed ‘bow’, clearly referring to himself. 

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Who knew living by herself would be so damn… Complicated? Sure, Alice knew she had always gotten used to being served with a silver spoon in the mouth, but at the same time, she liked to think of herself as someone that was independent enough to tie her own shoelaces. But living on her own required so many more things than that. Cleaning supplies, food shopping, cat stuff, and that was only the beginning of it. Times like this she patted herself in the back for getting a car when she arrived at Swynlake, because there was no way she could have done the shopping she expected herself to do that day without one to carry everything back to the apartment place. 

Unwrapping herself from her blanket and standing up from the bench she had strategically placed beside the tall window she had on one of the walls of her apartment, the blonde put down her empty mug, once filled with tea, and walked over to her small boudoir, checking her hair, today in a braided crown, and her make up, still minimal during the day so that it matched her sober outfit of a shirt, black tights and a pair of boots. Looking at the cat, Alice said with a smile “Alright, Dinah, mummy’s going out for food and things… I know it’s long overdue, don’t judge me, Di!” She said with a short laugh, whoever heard her could have thought she was insane, but she didn’t really care. Picking up her coat from the hooks on the wall beside the door, the blonde checked her purse for her wallet and keys and just like that, she was out.

The drive to the store was quick, making sure she parked her car as close as it could be since her arms weren’t really all that fit to make one trip to the car with all the things she was planning to buy. A list in her phone, a trolly in her hands and that’s how she started. Only thirty minutes in, and it was already half full… Shit. It took her about two hours to finish her shopping, of which about fourty five minutes were spent talking to herself and getting back from distractions no one else would have caught. Picking up a small cereal and peanut butter bar, organic of course as she had been taught, to eat on the way to the car and paying for everything, Alice started carrying everything to the car inside the trolley, making sure it all magically fit in the trunk. But on her way to returning the car to it’s place, she encountered a dog. She had always been such a fan of animals, and really ignoring completely how the dog was clearly not fond of people, she started getting closer and closer. “Hey buddy, you want some of th-” She was asking the dog, snapping off a bit of her bar, before getting cut off by someone yelling, making her gasp and stand back up, bar in hand and a bit of the other “Oh shite… I’m sorry… Does he like peanut butter?” Alice asked, raising her shoulders and offering the boy a smile, clearly the dog’s owner. 

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Pacing towards the other, he gave her a quick glance over. Well she certainly was an overly friendly one. Petite. Way too innocent. Not that innocent was bad, but they usually came from a caliber that was ‘too good’ to chat with guys like Sid and their ‘mangy mutt’. The overly feminine appearance was overshadowed by the fact she swore. Well, if ‘shite’ could be considered a swear. What’s more, why the hell was she offering his dog a peanut butter bar?

“He’ll eat anything,” Sid answered, proving his point by dropping one of the hotdogs beside Scud. The dog quickly claimed it in his jaws, paws guarding it at each side as he gave a low warning growl worried someone would take it from him. Turning his head, he quickly addressed the dog; “no one wants it now.” Looking back at the stranger, he inched his head in Scud’s direction. “He doesn’t trust people. Gets edgy ‘round people he doesn’t know.” Eyeing the small half bar in the girl’s hand, he frowned. “Like dog, like owner, ey? No offence, but I don’t know you from a bag of shit. I don’t know if that bar there’s laced with something. I’m not having my dog poisoned for a free feed.” Not that the girl looked like she was the type. Hell, she looked like the kind of chick whose mouth wouldn’t melt butter. Still, SId had pissed off enough people, he wouldn’t be surprised if someone tried to get back at him through his dog.

Squinting at the girl, he tried to place her face. She looked about his age but he was certain he didn’t know the face.  “You new ‘round here?

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“I’ll be back in a sec, boy.”

Giving his dog a quick rub on the head, Sid left Scud tied in the shade as be made a quick beeline into the store. Taking his wallet from his back pocket, he glanced at his dog out the window to make sure it didn’t stress. In truth, Sid hated leaving the dog outside, but shop owners always had a damn fit over it. Fuck ‘em. His dog smelt better than half the customers that came in here.

Going to the counter, he started digging through his wallet. “Two hotdogs. Tomato sauce.” Placing a crumbled note on the counter, he leaned heavily against it waiting, impatiently tapping his foot. It wasn’t like it was a long wait, but Sid knew the dog panicked around strangers, and he didn’t need the cops harping on him about how unfit Scud was for society. Tapping his fingers rhythmically on the counter top, he craned his neck to ensure his dog was being left alone. 

“Shit,” he hissed, earning him a pointed look from the man behind the counter. Ignoring it, he frowned as someone stood way too close to Scud. Scud himself was leaning away, ears pinned back. The man handed Sid his order, and Sid quickly bolted out, slowing down only when he passed through the doors.

“Hey!” Sid called, trying to catch their attention. “Fair warning; the dog bites.”

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