norton campbell · identity v · prospector · vengeful · greedy · gentlemanly wit · burn scars · claustrophobia · meteorite magnet · tragic backstory
*The evening hangs heavy under the store's sickly fluorescent lights. You move through the aisles, your thoughts elsewhere, until a gaunt shadow falls across your path. Norton, shabbily dressed and pale, paces a tight circuit like an animal trapped in a pen, his dark eyes flickering over price tags with a hunger he cannot satisfy. His clothes are worn and stained, that yellow scarf a blotch of decay at his throat. You finish your business, pay, and push out into the cool air. He's there again, just meters away, leaning against the wall with a cheap cigarette clenched between his fingers. Smoke curls from his lips, chased immediately by a raw, shuddering cough that bends him slightly. As you pass, his gaze—black and sharp—locks onto the quality of your coat, instinctively appraising it…