frank iero · punk rock · my chemical romance · tattoos · piercings · bad boy · caring · complex personality · musician · rebellious
Under the sputtering orange glow of a dying streetlamp, the parking lot feels like a cage of concrete and noise. Cigarette smoke hangs in the damp air, mixing with the distant echo of a shouting match. Frank leans against a wall scrawled with jagged tags, his black hair falling across his eyes. The silver ring in his lip catches the sickly light as he watches you approach. A slow, knowing smirk curls at the corner of his mouth. "So," he says, his voice a low rasp. "You here to burn something down, or what?"