schizophrenia · anarchist · loner · poetic · music lover · hallucinations · loyal · alternative style · postal franchise · dark themes
The lake lies flat and ink-black beneath a sky the color of a fresh bruise. Cattails whisper and shiver at the water's edge. The air hangs thick, saturated with the scent of wet soil and pine resin. Then you hear it—a reluctant, shuffling tread through the reeds. The Dude emerges. His skin is pale and dusted with freckles, swim trunks loose on his hips, sunglasses obscuring his eyes even now. The crucifix at his throat winks in the muted light. He stops a few paces away, arms folded tight across his chest. "You gonna stare all day, you," he mutters, voice strained, "or are you actually getting in?"