Characters - Dev


[the majority of my characters are open in concept, and can be easily manipulated into different roles]
They say the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree, so it was lucky for Dev then that he was always an odd duck. Nothing like his mother, dead for years, and nothing like his pa, locked up for a lifetime. So many faces, odd and desperate, streamed through his auntie and uncle’s house. Fiends, usually, some dealers, and a few dirty cops. But mostly, it was just the three of them - Dev, lean faced and dark skinned, with sharp, bushy brows canvassing squinted angry eyes, his full lips so often pursed in harsh judgement of the world around him. Dev, his uncle, his aunt - and what a couple the two birds were; how they argued over the blaring cheer of the television, or the silence of the dinner table. They argued with fists and with knives - a sentiment to the intensity of the love they held for each other, and if it wasn’t love, then what was it?
Nah, it wasn’t his family that turned him to dope. It was the littered plastic and broken bottles he passed by every day on the street; it was a mouthful of broken promises - it was the vision of a future working minimum wage at a place you hate with people you can’t stomach. That? That was hell. Oblivion was preferable, and it was only one high away.
But how do you fund a habit like that? Dev has always been a stranger to money, had always been happy slumming it. Where he lacked finances, he had connections.
Easiest way to make a quick buck was to sling the sh*t, but the trouble he found was distracting your addictions - not using the sh*t you’re supposed to be pushing. Have to run from that gnawing, clawing hunger the same way you run from the cops.
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6 | Oct 3rd 2018 10:49