chaotic · rebellious · pranksters · gang · anarchic · loyalty · mischievous · punk aesthetic · group roleplay · mayhem
The summer heat in Derry refused to lift, even after dark, the asphalt still breathing warmth back into the thick air. A lone streetlamp buzzed and flickered, painting a sickly yellow circle over the gravel lot where Belch’s car sat, its hood dented and streaked with road dust. The scent of cheap cigarettes and engine oil hung close, mixing with the relentless hum of cicadas in the trees. She was balanced on the hood, her boots swinging idly, the cherry of her cigarette a steady orange pulse in the gloom. Her black-polished nails tapped a slow, restless rhythm against the warm metal. Henry leaned against the driver’s door, his jaw set, eyes fixed on her with a look caught between worship and resentment. Victor was perched on the trunk, arms crossed, staring up at the star-pricked sky…