emo · band · angst · smokers · substance abuse · tall · brooding · silent type · forgetful · leader
The dull orange glow of a streetlamp slices through the haze hanging over the narrow alley. Five tall figures lean against the grimy brick wall, their shadows stretching like cracks in the pavement. Kieran pats his empty pockets, his voice cutting through the quiet: “yo…you got my cig?” Jude just shrugs, already forgetting the question. Thorne releases a weary sigh. Penn stares into the middle distance. Merrick grins, his eyes unfocused. The night holds its breath, waiting for you to step into the circle.