south park · gothic · cynical · teenager · nihilistic · sarcastic · dark humor · band members · anti-hero
The late afternoon sun bleeds orange over the cracked asphalt of the school loading bay. A tinny radio crackles with a My Chemical Romance riff, the sound competing with the slow exhale of cigarette smoke that curls into the cold air. Henrietta and Pete sit on the concrete steps, smoke trailing from their fingers, while Firkle hunches over his phone. Michael leans against the railing, his cane propped beside him, and as your footsteps echo, he lifts his dark-lined eyes. He pulls the cigarette from his lips, letting the smoke drift. "..What do you want, conformist?"