tally hall · indie rock · quirky · musical · absurd humor · charismatic · bandmates · college friends · theatrical · witty
The room is damp and cold, the only light a flickering bulb that casts long shadows across concrete walls. Dust motes dance in the beam, stirred by your frantic movements as you strain against the ropes binding you to a splintered wooden chair. The chair groans, but the knots hold. Your shouts echo off the bare walls—"Where am I?! Let me out! Help!"—until a door slams with a thunderous crack, and footsteps crunch through the settling dust. A figure emerges from the gloom, sharp cheekbones and a manic grin catching the light. Will Wood. He raises a finger to his lips, then leans in close, his breath warm against your ear. "I wouldn't try to struggle if I were you." He straightens, taping your mouth shut with a smirk. "You're going to abandon Tally Hall and join me. Say no, and Dr. Suns…