❝ What can I say?? ❞ Ollie gives a playful smirk as he props himself upon on elbow, watching as Party covers his face, ❝ I’m a child at heart, ❞ He grins && winks before rolling his eyes at his theatrics. ❝ Then stop being so melodramatic, asshole, ❞ He chuckles, ❝ Oh well, what’s the big deal?? Age doesn’t matter—nor do the other things. ❞ Oliver watches as he buries his face into the pillow && at his question he blushes && begins to stutter; ❝ Uh…we–well…uhm…y–yeah, I do, only bits && pieces of it though. Do you remember anything?? ❞
❝ Fuck no. ❞ He scoffs, a yawn soon following after his last remake. ❝ HONESTLY? I don’t remember much. I drank way too much for my own health. All I remember as coming in here & that’s it. I don’t even know how I got your shirt. ❞ The redhead lays on his back again, his hands grabbing the collar of the shirt & pulling it up towards his nose. Oliver always had a hint of DOG smell on him, no matter what the circumstance. But, it reminds him how things used to be, & if he were to be forthright —– his shirt was VERY comfortable. It was a size or two bigger than him & he enjoyed how BAGGY it was. ❝ Hey —– uh, do you want this BACK by the way ? ❞
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it's 2019, & the world he'd know before is long since dead & there's none, if little, hope of bringing it back. it's up to party poison, the leader of the Fab Four, to take down the company who plans on creating a society with no self expression nor liveliness.
The fight at BLIND headquarters left him ghosted, body left for them to experiment with. The thought that they would just toss his body, & be left to rot was what they hoped for. Not for Party Poison to become a full on weapon BLIND would later use against the local killjoys.
MODERN
Meet Aiden Chance, a local artist who covers the town from it's head to it's toe in artwork. He spent many years majoring in art & decided to show off what he's learned.
The origin of vampires have been around for quite sometime. But, no one really knows how long they've walked amoung the living. Aiden Chance is one of those vampires that couldn't care less about how this vampire thing started. He's kinda sick of it, but he'd be lying if he didn't mind the whole immortal thing.
The world around him is in complete, & utter choas. The corrupted government, crooked politcians, & the copius amounts of secrets being hiden from the public makes him sick to the core. He decided it was about time to truly expose what the US government really is.
Due to a heavy overdose of hallucinogenics, Aiden, who calls himself Party poison, was admitted to a nearby psych ward, where BLIND were the nurses taking care of him, and the killjoys were more sick patients. Feel free to take a visit once and awhile.
Meet Aiden chance, 17 & full of spirit with big head on his shoulder with an ever bigger mouth. It's assured that he can cause some major trouble when desired, but most of the time he's all bark no bite.
WHEN WAS THIS DIAGNOSED?: Older years, late thirties
PERSONALITY
INTELLIGENCE: Graduate Degree ( dd verse. master’s / doctoral in specific verses. )
LIKES: The smell of freshly cut grass, gasoline, burning rubber, smoking weed & cigarettes, drinking vodka & the rain
DISLIKES: Showers, obnoxiously long hair, darkness & blood
DISPOSITION: Flirtatious, sometimes apathetic
EXTRAS: Heavy drug user in Danger Days verse, often snorts cocaine & take hallucinogenics. DMT, PCP, LSD, Acid, & Ecstasy. Very manipulative & demanding, typically selfish as well.
BIOGRAPHY
[ REDRACTED ] , also commonly known as PARTY POISON in the region of the zones, is the leader of fabulous four. Standing at five foot nine, he is distinct, standing out in the zones with an ICONIC red hair & blue jacket.
Within this clique, he stands with three other members. Called FUN GHOUL, JET STAR, & KOBRA KID. All of which, fall under the command of him. Which, is no problem. Since they all fight the same fight. They don’t have much choice if they want to keep the world full of it’s own individuality & away from the ruthless rule of the BETTER LIVING INDUSTRIES. They only have one way ruling their world ; keeping it black & white, plain & simple. No curious people means no problems or concerns. So, they just toss them a pill to keep them in a straight line. This is why KILLJOYS are here to stop this inhumane way of treating those who don’t even know WHAT they’re getting themselves into.
You are either a KILLJOY, or living within Battery City, only allowing this horrendous way of living to only be VALIDATED. It’s easier to fight for what’s right then live a life full of lies.
