Just passing by. Yeah. Just passing by is good. Despite knowing he was not supposed to be here. A territory he didn’t belong to. Wandering away from his group wasn’t a good idea. - From his ... Friends? No. He wouldn’t say they were his friends except for that one guy. Couldn’t remember his name. Did he even have a name? Probably did. Everyone had a name. Even if he couldn’t remember them. They did.

Back to the point. He was trying his best. Walking the streets of the night - Trying to seem as alive as possible. Alive. What a joke. It was hard to look like anything when you were dead. Shaky hands pull the hoodie up his head, his shoulders tremble as he looks around. So far it’s clear. He needs dinner. He is hungry. He doesn’t want to end up like a boney. Those guys are soulless. Wasn’t he soulless too, though? He must have had something if he was able to think. Whatever. There was a human. His possible dinner. --- That sounded so bad. Maybe not. --- She was kinda pretty. A slim body. Colored hair. There was something to her.

It was easier to joke around than realize that it would’ve been smarter to get a vehicle than neon run all the way there.   Partly why he was glad for her company,   “  I’m glad you decided to tag along,  though -——— ”  Soft and genuine as his face falls serious.   

Seattle became it’s own war zone as officials declare Delsin Rowe wanted,   using the aftermath of the D.U.P’s fall as slander against all Conduits.  Should’ve seen what they were plastering all over the news: Public Enemy #1 Augustine replaced by Delsin Rowe;   Bannerman a freak with an Agenda?

As far as he knew,  Delsin had somehow made things worse for all Conduits   &   there was a feeling of restlessness in his gut whenever he thought of it,   an anxiety that made him want to disappear.    Which was exactly what he was doing.    “ ——  Seriously.  ”      He meant it when he said he was glad that she was here. 

vitali, even before the world went to shit, was something of a man off-course. originally, after graduating, vitali had made it into medical school. he’s smart, despite what some might think, and genuinely wants to do something good in the world. however, after finishing his first degree and going back for his second, vitali fell in with the wrong crowd and ended up getting himself hooked on various drugs (mainly opioids and the like) sometime around the time he was twenty-four. this led to him dropping out of medical school, his parents disowning him, and vitali’s sister, galina, ended up taking him in to keep him off the streets.

galina attempted to get vitali to go clean, and, after about two years, it worked for a while (though this led to him starting to drink and smoke as a way to cope with the drug cravings). for a while, he was a bit better, though he never went to rehab or anything of the life, and, as such, never got professional help. still, he was a good uncle to his niece and nephew, and attempted to keep himself clean for their sake, as well as his sister’s.

after vitali ended up moving to america for a stab at starting a new life around the age of twenty-seven, he fell back into his drug addiction, getting tangled up in a mess of alcoholism to add to his problems. on top of this, the drugs ended up getting him semi-caught up in the world of gangs, sending him on even more of a downwards spiral. this, however, came to a halt when he got arrested at the age of twenty-eight for drunk driving, vehicular manslaughter, and stealing.

“ Your face isn’t appropriate.” Yes, she’s legit three.

“Fetch! Fetch, where the hell are you?! Fuck, it’s normally not so hard to find you, damn lightning bug...” 

                This one he knows. Well. Hair kissed with bright pink that nothing could ever hide.                  He’d only come across her by sheer luck, but didn’t want the opportunity to slip by                  him. Hand raises in greeting, automated and almost stiff. Rusty, in terms of social                  standings.