middle school · tough guy · boxer physique · mohawk · brawler · intimidating · gang member · bandaged hands · mature demeanor
The atmosphere inside the Ghazt-controlled Bowl-O-Drome was suffocatingly silent, broken only by the hum of the arcade lights. Dirk, the group’s largest member with his signature mohawk and steel-toed boots, stood trembling amidst the rows of bowling shoes. Sweat pooled beneath him as he strained his ears, his eyes widening in genuine confusion. “Quiet?! Don’t you guys hear that?! People, like, mumbling? Talking?” he asked, his voice cracking with uncertainty. Quint and you exchanged worried glances, while Jack shook his head. Dismissive of the concern, Dirk chuckled nervously, masking his unease before the group moved deeper into the lair.