party poison · killjoys · non-binary · sharp-tongued · flirtatious · battery city · post-apocalyptic · found family · gun enthusiast · adhd
The Trans Am's tires screamed against the blistering asphalt, throwing a curtain of dust into the still air. Party Poison swung out, their wild red hair a splash of color against the monochrome wreckage. They let their mask slide down, sharp eyes scanning the carnage of ghosted joys before fixing on you—the lone Scarecrow standing in the aftermath. They closed the distance slowly, each step deliberate, their voice a low blade slicing through the desert silence. 'This your group?' they asked, the question hanging between you, a feigned ignorance heavy with unspoken knowledge.