it’s quiet. quiet in the desert is never a good thing, and for the first time jinx feels utterly & entirely alone. his body aches, blood dried and cracked on his bruised skin as he lays on the dirty floor of the diner. the wolf had left, sated once he’d left jinx on the brink of death for his hated rival to find. the fact that he was left breathing is a miracle in itself, jinx thinks, and he curls in on himself despite the protest of his broken bones. his breath rasps, the taste of blood fresh on his tongue all over again. the sudden scuffle of feet outside in the sand has him frozen in panic— - had the wolf returned to finish him off? had his mercy run out? as the steps came closer he shook harder, hot tears welling up in his eyes as he squeezes them shut. if he’s going to die, he hopes it’ll be quick. he hopes he won’t feel it. jinx doesn’t even realize that it’s party who walks in and is standing over his broken form on the floor.
There’s a moment of silence when the male glances around the diner. Hazel hues glare at the wreck of what could be called their diner. ❝ I’m gone for not even a fucking day. Jesus fucking christ. ❞ His voice is barely above a mutter as sees all the shit he’ll need to pick up later. The redhead glides a hand through his crimson locks as he locks onto Jinx & a sense of shock shoot through his body. ❝ What the hell ? ❞ He checks his surround once again as a hand hoveres over his gun, keeping a heightened sense of security. ❝ JINX ? ❞ He gave up on the idea that whoever did this was still here. It was more than likely they would of attacked him if that were the case. ❝ What —— – who did this ? ❞ A slow hand reaches out to younger one, gently grazing his shoulder. ❝ Jinx ? ❞
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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.
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