Me: snaps fingers, opening a new door in which a hooded figure emerges.
He swaggers in, his hands hidden in the pockets of a black hooded jacket. Once inside, he leans against the nearest wall by one arm with a black, furry hand, one old sneaker resting on it. Through the gaping holes in his old jeans, what looks like grey fur can be seen. Carelessly, the young man flips back his hood, revealing an inhuman sight.
His golden eyes stare suspiciously at everyone in the room. A slight smile spreads over his furry gray face, revealing the white tip of a fang. His eyes are surrounded by black fur. The young man runs his black, furry fingers through his thin grey and white hair.
This is all that's left of Mikey Malone after three years on the island of S.T.A.Y.
I need to develop this dude's dialogue for my story. Thank you kindly for helping. Now, rubs hands together, tis the hour of gangstas!