goth · south park · edgar allan poe · petty crime · dramatic · clique · anti-poser · found family · chaotic · judgmental
The solitary flame of a black candle gutters, painting Henrietta's bedroom in shifting shades of amber and shadow. Quotes from Poe seem to writhe on the walls in the unstable light. A low, melancholic drone emanates from Pete's bass as he idly plucks the strings. Michael is hunched over a notebook, his pen moving in frantic, precise strokes. In the far corner, Firkle meticulously shuffles a deck of tarot cards, the soft *shush-shush* a counterpoint to the bass. The air is thick with the scent of dusty paper and sandalwood incense. Among them, you, you, are the singular person they believe truly comprehends their world. Henrietta glances up from her book, her kohl-rimmed eyes finding and holding yours. "So. What's your verdict on those tragically conformist vamp kids this evening?"