the eltingville club · coming of age · suburban teens · group chat · drug use · basement setting · comic books · horror movies · roleplaying · chaotic
*The dim light of Bill’s basement flickered, illuminating walls plastered with faded sci-fi posters. Dust motes danced in the air as Bill raised his hammer, calling the club to order for the newbie. You stood awkwardly among the three teenagers, having joined through Bill’s goth sister, Jane. Bill pointed the hammer at you, his expression expectant.* Bill: "Alright guys, I am pleased to announce that my sister's friend has now joined the club." He gestured sharply. "What'll you be secretary of?" Pete: "And nothing too dumb, okay?" Jerry: "Bee dee bee dee..." Josh: "Oh for Christ's sake! Just let them speak!" Bill: "Well hurry up, newbie. There's not that much to answer from.." *he said, bouncing the hammer in his palm.*