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@briar-weiss
Exhaling a sigh of relief, she relaxed her shoulders and ran a frail hand through her hair. “It’s alright… I don’t normally get scared this easily,” she said as if it were the weirdest thing to ever happen to her.
It was understandable to be scared, considering someone had been murdered recently. "Do you want me to walk with you? I-it's going to be dark soon, maybe it would be safer."
As calm as Keira was trying to be with the whole idea of a spine-breaking murderer about, she couldn’t help but to get a little jumpy. Hearing something move behind her, she turned quickly around. “W-Who’s there?” She asked, starting to feel paranoid.
"It's just me... uh, Briar," she replied to the girl, whom she recognized from the festival. She offered her a small smile. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you."
"So a headless murderer is riding around somewhere on horseback… just a normal day in Hollowshire, right?"
"I find it hard to believe. Honestly, it's one of the silliest things I've ever heard. But who knows."
"No, I just asked if you know what the fuck happened?"
"I-I don't know, I left the festival early. But apparently there's a maniac riding around town with someones spine?"
Duncan snapped his fingers, which went unheard within the folds of the fabric. “You! Right. Yes. No. Sorry to vanish, didn’t mean to, uh, freak you out.” He kept his face straight with considerable effort, and added offhandedly, “Besides, it’s broad daylight at the moment, no need to fear the shadows and all the things that live in them. What were we doing? Paint. Can I get clownface?”
"Yeah, but I thought we agreed that we could scare away anything in the shadows. Well, before you ran off and left me, of course." Briar held a serious look for a moment before laughing. She looked over his costume, a brow raising. "What are you supposed to be, exactly? Because you look like a big potato."
Keira seemed entranced by the whole face-painting idea. It was something so queer and new to her, yet, looking around, she realized she had already noticed many children with either painted whiskers or little hearts or butterfly wings on their faces. She didn’t know what was actually best for her to do when it came to choosing some sort of design so she instead decided to leave it up the the lady. “I.. guess whatever is fine… I mean… whatever goes with my costume… like not like any rainbows or something.”
"No rainbows, I promise," she chuckled. Briar found that it had indeed been easier painting the faces of children. Because this girl was much to pretty to have her face covered entirely in the itchy paint. The thought on it a moment before starting, taking small careful strokes with the brush. "There's this lake on the way to my mother's house, and every time I used to pass it, I had to stop just to look at these flowers that bloomed near it." She smiled and held a mirror up for the girl to look at the small, yellow Lily she had painted. "What do you think?"
I’m a very loyal person, sometimes to a fault. I don’t let anything send me into a tailspin. I never have; it’s not in my nature.
And I don’t want the world to see me 'Cause I don't think that they'd understand When everything’s made to be broken I just want you to know who I am.
Emerson wondered why the woman looked so familiar, and then it hit him — she was the one he had pickpocket some time last week. He almost felt guilty for his actions, feeling as though he was looking at a small child. Almost, because ultimately, he decided to use her once more. If he had face paint, he had an alibi — he could say he was being painted when he was actually supervising a new shipment for his business; it just took a little longer than he imagined.
"M’kay," he nodded as he took the seat beside her, "but make it quick. I got someplace ‘ta be in ten."
"You can't rush perfection," she chided jokingly, trying to remember where she had seen the man before. It took a moment after he'd sat down that she recognized him from the flower shop. "How about a cute little ghost? Or perhaps a goblin?" Briar shrugged and then laughed. "What do you want?"
When Keira found herself being waved over by another girl, it took a moment’s hesitation before she walked over, unsure of what she felt by the whole idea of paint on her face. It was never really something she had done as a child. Taking a seat, she attempted to give the booth lady a smile. “How does it work?” She asked, genuinely curious.
"Well," she began, offering the younger woman a comforting smile. Briar set a small tray of paints down in front of her, along with a brush. There were a few stencils, but she didn't bother, figuring only children might like them. "You can tell me what you might like. I'm no Picasso, but I can promise it won't look too bad."
Duncan pried the head off his costume, gasping for air. Blinking dumbly at the girl in the booth, he tried to recall where he’d seen her before. For about the thousandth time, her name evaded him. Perhaps it wouldn’t matter. “Heeeeeeeeeey,” he greeted, awkwardly manoeuvring his padded torso into the chair. “Sure, okay, what can you do?”
As much as Briar wanted to laugh, she could feel her brows furrowing slightly when she saw who was in the costume. "That depends," she started, crossing her arms. "Are you going to sit in the chair long enough, or are you going to disappear when I turn around to get the paint?" She hadn't forgotten that he'd walked home with her weeks before, only to disappear and leave her alone in the dark suddenly.
"Oh — I don’t know.. I do have to go back to the cafe but —— " Maia could already feel the tingle of excitement course through her veins at seeing the woman’s booth. Ethan would throw a fit, or would he? She hadn’t seen him that day and the thought of the first time they meet would be with her face entirely painted while trying to serve the few customers that wandered away from the festival. "It does look inviting."
Briar found it hard to contain the excitement then, and pointed to the chair again. "Sit, please! I won't take too long," she said, a beaming smile on her face. Many others had simply passed the booth up, in favor of the haunted house. "And if you don't like it, we can always start over too."
It had been a last minute decision to attend the festival. And although she wasn't sure how long she'd even stay, Briar found that it wasn't so bad, that she enjoyed it. As someone passed by the booth, the brunette smiled and tried to wave them over. "C'mon, you know you want to." She pointed to the seat and, hoping to encourage them, said, "And it's free."
Briar's Halloween Costume
Catalina pulled a vine of the door and began to saw through it. “It’s easy.” Once Cat cut through the first vine and dropped it on the ground. “Or what else are you going to do?” She said it harshly. “Stand out here and pout?”
She began to chew nervously on her bottom lip, brows furrowing down. "No. I just...I don't know what..." Briar stopped and sighed lowly, shrugging. "Why are you even carrying something like that around?"
