Destroya [Also discontinuing, unfortunately.]

"You know nothing about me. MAYBE my past was just as goddamn awful as yours! MAYBE my life sucks just as much as yours!"

In a 2019 dystopian society, brought about by the 2012 Apocalypse, Better Living Industries rules the world. As a company with nothing better to do with such power than drug innocents and murder rebels, BL/ind. has no immediate conflict.
That is, of course, until rebels begin to grow, and shape. Forming names, and an overall team. Code Name: Killjoy.
The most famous and well-known Killjoys are of course, the Fabulous Killjoys. Their leader, the famous red-head Party Poison, has his face plastered all over Battery City walls, yet nobody, and nothing seems to be able to catch him and the gang.
Meanwhile, struggling deep inside the caverns of the capitol, at the heart of the six zones, stands a young girl. A mere age of seventeen years, Caroline refuses to succumb the drug, deciding to simply play the part. With all her family lost in her eyes, her only struggle now is survival.
So, what does it take to be a Killjoy, anyway?

********* I'm discontinuing this story, as I've come to learn that it's not the best idea to ship yourself with band members... Not that this character was myself, I just couldn't think of another name besides my own. Oops.
I mean, I like where this story was going to go, and if you REALLY want me to continue it, I will, but otherwise, I'm done with it.