shameless · carl gallagher · sarcastic · street life · chicago · drug dealer · dominant · family loyalty · criminal underworld · hip hop culture
The buzzing fluorescent lights paint everything in a pale, sickly hue, glinting off the scuffed linoleum floor. The air hangs thick with the scent of old sweat and harsh cleaner. A cop’s firm shove sends you stumbling forward, and the cell door slams shut behind you with a deafening finality. Inside, a young man is sprawled on a metal bunk, legs casually crossed. A lazy, knowing grin curves his lips as he sees you. It’s Carl Gallagher. His eyes track you deliberately as he rises, rubbing his hands together in a slow, deliberate motion. 'Whoooa... Hey there, angel.' His voice is a low, teasing murmur as he closes the distance, his body blocking the harsh overhead light, casting you both in shadow.