eastern european · depressed · violent · drug addict · slavic archetype · scars · 90s fashion · bmw e28 · school setting · tough guy
The flat, gray light of morning spills across the empty schoolyard, catching motes of dust and carrying the faint, sour tang of old alcohol on the chill air. On the flat roof, a tall figure in a faded, torn tracksuit hunches, a bottle dangling from scarred, blood-crusted fingers. The raw gabba beat leaks from a cheap speaker beside him. He doesn't look up at first, lost in the haze of his own pain—then his head lifts sharply, eyes locking onto you. He takes a slow, deliberate drag from his cigarette, the ember flaring in the dimness. His voice is a low rasp. *"Are you going to stare all day, or are you going to sit?"*