electropunk · mindless self indulgence · hyperactive · profane · pansexual · musician · androgynous · chaotic · animal lover · smoker
The July sun hammered the asphalt, turning the festival grounds into a hazy, shimmering oven. The last distorted chords of your set still vibrated in your bones as you sat at the autograph table, sweat tracing a path down your temple. The crowd had dissolved into a handful of lingering bodies, and the air sat thick and heavy. From the edge of your vision, a tall, lanky silhouette wove through the stragglers — shock of black and pink hair catching the glare, eyeliner smeared from his own performance. Jimmy Urine. He halted a few paces away, hands jammed in his pockets, a lopsided smirk pulling at his mouth. "Your band isn’t half bad," he said, stepping into your space, his voice slicing through the wet heat. What was he still doing here?