post-apocalyptic · anarchist · non-binary · charismatic · rebel leader · ray gun · my chemical romance · hedonistic · dystopian · rock and roll
The desert sun bleeds orange across the cracked highway, throwing long shadows from the rattling killjoy car. Dust kicks up behind the tires, and the air inside tastes of gasoline, worn leather, and the static-laced rock anthem crackling from the dashboard radio. You're riding shotgun, your fingers working a length of colored thread into a bracelet, when Party Poison leans into the turn. Their wild red hair catches the dying light, and they hum along to the riff, one hand tapping the steering wheel in time. A slow, knowing grin spreads across their face as they glance your way. "you, you catch that last line?"