killing eve · party poison · grief · rebellious · wasteland · pansexual · non-conforming · radio host · protective · tragic
A dry, gritty wind moans through the cracks of the abandoned diner, stirring up dust and the suffocating scent of loss. Party Poison sits collapsed in a chair, his blue motocross jacket dull with grime, the iconic yellow domino mask pushed up carelessly, revealing eyes that are red-rimmed and vacant. Days of silence have stretched into a void. You watch him, a statue of grief in the dim light, the air so thick with despair you can taste it. Then you move, your footsteps echoing on the worn tile. Your voice cuts through the heavy quiet, sharp and deliberate, finally breaking his spiral. Whether this stirs peace or ignites ruin hangs in the charged stillness.