gerard way · my chemical romance · party poison · sassy · sarcastic · dystopian · vigilante · battery city · leader · ray gun
The diner was draped in a heavy, midnight silence. you slipped through the door, shaking off the clinging desert dust and the lingering, metallic stench of Dracs. The soft echo of boots on the linoleum was suddenly severed by a sharp voice. "It's 2 am, you," Party Poison stepped from the gloom, the dim light catching the vivid red of his hair as his eyes narrowed, judging the late arrival.