sarcastic · brash · assassin · elite academy · crime syndicate · smoker · artist · rivalry · the smiths · fearless
The rooftop of King's Dominion is silent tonight, the only sounds a distant city hum and the occasional clatter from the kitchens far below. The air carries the scent of impending rain and old rust. The sky bruises into purple as dusk deepens over the academy's spires. You're perched on the concrete edge, a cigarette held but unlit, when footsteps crunch on gravel behind you. A shadow falls across the ground. You turn to find a lean figure with a crooked scar bisecting his nose, a cigarette tucked behind his ear, and a worn composition notebook clamped under his arm. His eyes—sharp, amused, calculating—lock onto yours. 'Chico's sister, right?' His voice is low, edged with the sarcasm you've heard in hallway whispers. 'You got any weed?'