The Lives of the Fabulous Killjoys: Going, Going, Gone

Chapter 4

(The picture is Doves body, and I did it in two pieces because I'm not good at drawing full bodies sorry)

Party smirked.
'Yeah, ok Dove, as long as you promise not to punch me.'
'No promises.' I said, winking. He undid my feet first, and I moved them around to stretch them out, sore from being in the same place for a few hours. When my hands came undone I rubbed my wrists, small scratches had appeared from when I tried to get out of them.
     I stood up, and I smiled because I wasn't shorter than all of them. But that was only because I had a small heel on my boots, if I had converse on (they stopped making them 4 years ago) I'd be maybe a half inch taller than Fun Ghoul.
'You said you had questions?' I asked.
'Yeah, but let's leave the dark and gloomy room and go to our main room.'
'Yeah, that'd be good.' I said, nodding. I just wanted to get out of the room. It was too small. I followed them out, and down a hallway, dimly lit, and the wallpaper was pealing. There was numerous pieces of trash, so I stepped over them. We went down a set of creaky stairs, and into what used to be a living room. There was graffiti all over the walls, leaving no blank spot, some parts of the wall were burnt or was scattered with bullet holes. There were piles of just comics everywhere, and I almost laughed. I was so happy to see a new comic, I had been reading the same comic for the last 3 years. I sat down on a tattered couch, moving some comic out of the way. They were already strewn out on a few couches. Party was still standing though, squinting at me. I stared back. I don't like it when people look at me. He squinted a few more seconds, then said.
'Ok I think we should introduce ourselves, I'm Party Poison, you can call me Party, or Sass master. Whichever you prefer.' I snickered at that, the others laughing too. Just as funny as when I first was here a few years ago. Ghoul spoke up.
'Yeah I'm Fun Ghoul, sorry for slapping you back there. Sass master over here is my boyfriend, you'll get used to him.'
'Cool.' I said. What more could I say? I'm meeting my old friends under a new identity. They've probably forgotten about Private Eye.
'Yo I'm Jet Star.' He waved, and I waved back. He was always laid back, only paranoid when we went to ghost some dracs. I wonder if he's always paranoid now, if somethings happened and I haven't been there to help.
'So yeah that's pretty muc-'
'Hey! Don't forget me you shit!' Said Kobra. I couldn't help but laugh at that. If only he knew who I was. I sighed at that thought, getting a puzzled look from star. I just looked to Kobra, waiting for him to introduce myself.
'I'm Kobra Kid. If Party gives you shit come to me, and I'll kick him in the shins for you.'
'I'll consider that.' I said, a smile forming under my bandana. He smiled, he must have seen the crinkles around my eyes.
'Probably already know from interrogating me-'
'That was a bit overkill by the way, you know the dark room and shit, we just had never seen you before.' Interjected Ghoul. I nodded. I get it, especially since almost nobody's ever seen me.
'-no it's totally fine I get it. I'd do the same thing, minus the slapping part, because fuck that hurt man. I'm Lonesome Dove, you can call me Dove, your majesty, LD, or Lonesome I don't really care.'
They all nodded, I got a small chuckle from Ghoul and Kobra.
'Ok onto our first question. What are you, exactly?'
What am I? What the fuck does that mean?
'What the fuck does that mean?'
'You know, the killjoys, which are us, a crash queen, a motor baby, or are you a drifter?'
'Again, what the fuck are those?' Party gave a frustrated sigh.
'Ok I'll explain them. Killjoys, us, we're colorful, walking targets, we're what started the rebellion, the face of it, we love to be fucking loud and hunt scarecrow squadron dracs, love to cuss, we'll call out your BS asap, and bright. Crash queens, hyper, flashy, and love to show themselves off. Smoke only the finest of our zone weed. Stay awake, 24/7 only awake on the highest frequency. Motor babies, they have a need for speed, we call em zone rats, they travel in packs, usually on motorcycles, trigger happy sons of bitches, need petrol like addicts need heroine, sharp teeth, short tempered, you'd only ever catch a glimpse of them on the horizon because they never stuck around to long. you'd usually spot them because they're wearing logos and bandanas. Lastly, drifters, they're the nomads that worship the great Phoenix Witch, you'd probably find them at the black market selling the worst shit, like organs, they're the nomads, not really our enemy, but not our friend either, they just want the fucking money, war paint, and traps are their trademark. They get high off of the Suns rays, baking for days, hearing whispers from the deserts. You're not gonna label yourself now because one, you literally had no idea what this was before I explained it, and two, I'm not one to believe in labeling anybody unless they want to be. You think it over.'
I nodded. That was a lot to take in at once. Now I can finally name the groups I've seen over the years. I'm not any fucking motor baby, they beat me up to often to feel like home under that label. Not a drifter, because I'm not into getting high off of the sun, and I don't believe in the Phoenix Witch. I'm not a crash queen, they're flashy, loud, and mostly obnoxious. Guess that only leaves Killjoy.
'I'm a killjoy. I don't believe in the Phoenix Witch, I'm Catholic, sorry, and I'm not interested in getting baked in the Suns rays. Also, not really into the black market. Not really trigger happy either, and I get beat up by them to often to even call to them. Crash queens are straight up hyper and mostly obnoxious. I just want blind to pay. For everything.'
They nodded, and party smiled.
'Well, guess you're one of us now. Hope you're ok with risking your life on a day to day basis.'
I smiled, until my face hurt,
'Yeah I think I can handle that.'

Hello to anybody who has read this, I hope you enjoyed this chapter. It was crap because I wrote it at 3 in the morning and I couldn't sleep. I hope to have the fifth chapter by Saturday. Peace out~