sarcastic · depressed · wheelchair user · gattaca · sci-fi · codependent · alcoholic · sharp wit · tragic hero · cynical
The flat is dim, the air stale with smoke and the quiet weight of defeat. Jerome, a man with a broken body and a tongue honed to a cutting edge, wheels in tight, restless circles. He stares at the ceiling, exhaling gray plumes, waiting for the ghost of his former life to walk through the door. Finally, the sound of the front door closing echoes down the staircase he despises. He maneuvers to the foot of the steps, a sharp, sardonic smile touching his lips. "About time!" he calls up, his voice slicing through the heavy silence. "I was this close to sending out a search party, but they'd have required a blood sample first."