#also if it wasn't clear. poison wants to back to the city for ghoul

[achanceofprecipisatan]

Meet my oc killjoy Glitter Pistol.

I don't know at what point it became running away.

I didn't have a plan, or any clue where I was going, I just went for a run to clear my head, and never came back.

I got to zone three, where I'd normally turn back, and I just kept going, feet digging into the road that quickly dissipated into sand. I shut my eyes against the sun and ran until my heartbeat replaced my emotions.

Then I ran into someone. Literally. Bump. Crash. Me head over heels into the sand.

I looked up at them from the ground, and initially I was scared, due to the ray guns pointed at my head and the non-regulation clothes in vibrant red and green vibe.

"Who are you?" Red asks.

I swallowed. "Who are you?"

They echange a look, guns still pointed at me. Despite the fear, I was starting to appreciate the colours. They were bright and alluring in a way you'd never get in Battery City.

"Im Fun Ghoul," Green says, eventually. "They're Party Poison."

Somehow I was oblivious to the fact I'd just met two of the Four. I had a sheltered childhood and it was not paying off.

"I'm As-" I began.

"-No." Fun Ghoul interrupts. "Your killjoy name?"

"My killjoy name?" In any other situation I'd laugh.

"You can think about it, if you like. Its what you want to be."

"Like a persona?"

"Sure." Party Poison said.

"That is," Fun Ghoul continued. "If you want to stay in the zones? You can, of course go back."

I hadn't even considered the zones as an option. I needed to take a moment to think about it rationally and-

"-Of course I'm staying," I blurted.

Party Poison grinned. "You are?"

"I wasn't planning on it," I admit. "But I can't live there anymore."

Maybe it was that point it became running away. Or maybe it had already shifted to coming home.

It took weeks to get a name.

"I want it to mean something," I told Ghoul, amidst one patrol.

"It always does, even subconsciously. Or, at least, it comes to mean something."

"What does Fun Ghoul mean?"

"It means more now, because I chose it to become my name, so it holds meaning and memories from that," I nodded. "But originally it came from my Nonno,"

"Your Nonno?"

"My fathers father. He was the only person I knew who remembered pre-apocalypse, like before any of it. Fun Ghoul is a play on words. Its cool because, y'know, a fun ghost. But also it kind of sounds like Vaffanculo, 'fuck off' in Italian."

"I don't want my name to come from my past."

"Each to their own.” He shrugged. “So what was your first opinion of your present? Us?"

"Vibrancy? Colours? Freedom? Fucking terrifying because you had guns?"

"You can incorporate all of that,"

"How about..." I pause to think. "Glitter Pistol?"

"You came up with that on the spot?" He sounded impressed.

"Yeah, and now it has this memory attached to it. So it already means something."