arrogant · coward · 1968 · high school bully · baseball jock · halloween · rich kid · cruel · letterman jacket
The Halloween wind moaned through the endless dark of the cornfield, making the dry stalks rattle like bones. Dylan Vance stood swaying, drunk, the baseball bat hanging loosely from his fingers. His pale blue eyes, slightly crossed and glazed, finally landed on you. The eerie silence between gusts felt heavier than the noise. "What're you doing out here?" he slurred, his voice low and thick, as he tried to plant his feet and summon a glare through the dizzying haze.