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cthompsxn:

“I don’t know, I’d still be having fun I think.” Her teasing tone wasn’t anything close to his, she couldn’t quite pull it off, Caitlyn shifting from one foot to another as if to prove that. She’d never really minded, part of her even envied his ability to speak freely, but there had never been a time where she judged him for it; that wasn’t what friends did, and they’d always been friends, hadn’t they? Rolling her eyes, she jut her elbow out into his side gently, “Oh no.. No we’re playing the games. I’m not going anywhere near the maze with you, I remember what your sense of direction is like.” She ignored his wink, kind of. Had she been able to, she knew a light flush might have found her cheeks at his attempt at a suggestion. “You’re horrible, we’re leaving you home next year.”

“You think? That clearly means you’d be bored within moments,” he could easily match teasing words with his own. He hardly paid mind to how hers might not live up to his own, for he’d prefer hers over others any day. He hardly had friends these days, mainly acquaintances or those he spent many Friday nights drinking with, but no one even came close to Caitlyn. She’d been his friend since playground days, and that meant more to Rhys than anyone truly knew. Her elbow pushing gently into his side garnered a low chuckle, his hand rubbing at the spot as if it truly hurt. “My sense of direction? Please, I wasn’t the one that got us lost last time.” He countered easily, shaking his head while his hand dropped from his side. “Come on, I know you’d miss me. I’m the life of the party.” He held a serious look upon his features before he was laughing, slinging an arm across her shoulders. “What game do you want to play first?”

#( convo. )#( event. )#( e. caitlyn )

trenton-gautier:

“True.—Then again, they probably hate me, so I’m not shocked. I’m the sibling that only shows his face around holidays, well…most.” The last time Trent had been in Salem’s Point was around Christmas time five years ago and even then he was counting down the days until his next departure. He didn’t even make it to Christmas Eve. “I don’t like to stick around for more than I need to, I’ve got better things to do, honestly.”

“It’s Salem’s Point, what can they expect?” He spoke the words as if he himself were stuck in the small town, as if he had no way out. There were plenty of open doors that would lead him away, but there were things that kept him rooted. Small things. “Anyway, if I had a sister like Cassidy, I wouldn’t stick around much either.” Then again, Cassidy had a knack for going toe-to-toe with him, and that was enough to be respected.

#( convo. )#( event. )#( e. trent )

scarletbrowne:

“I’m afraid I don’t give in to the traditional lingerie show. I’d rather scare people with a costume than with my body.”

“Well, kudos to you, blondie. And what costume will you be going with this year?”

#( convo. )#( event. )#( e. scarlet )

xalizaxryanx:

“Like the slutty nurse, or sexy slutty secretary. I honestly don’t see a difference their outfits, what’s the point of being a whore all year round when you have one day to change that? If they are hanging by their toes by the time this festival is over……all I have to say is too bad too sad. Your enjoying the view aren’t you?”

“You didn’t see that the one clearly has glasses, while the other does not?” He grinned as he spoke the question, for really there were hardly any differences between some of the outfits. “Oh, of course I am. What guy here wouldn’t be?”

#( convo. )#( event. )#( e. aliza )

catherine--black:

“Women. And why, we don’t really care what you think on nights like this, though we shouldn’t any other night either. It’s not as if you boys complain about the view but you sure love to try and shame us for it the next day. Hypocrites.”

“You must really love talking out of your ass. First of all, like every night, most girls crave the opinion of a guy. So you are very wrong there. Second of all, I won’t be complaining this night, nor any night for that matter. And I’m sorry, when exactly have you heard me shaming any of these girls? The only hypocrite here is yourself, Catherine. But please, continue to talk as if I’m one of these childish men you’re clearly hung up on. What, did one of them slut shame you so hard you can’t get over it?”

#( convo. )#( event. )#( e. catherine )

starryeyedaidan:

“You see, I’d usually agree with that for more than obvious reasons, it’s even fun but it’s not even that much surprising anymore, same old same old”

“Fair point, but I do love seeing what girls can turn slutty these days.”

#( convo. )#( event. )#( e. aidan )

brycnc:

❝ I suppose you could call them that yeah. But like always the theme is short and tight. In fact I think we can add see trough to that as well. This girl just passed me and I could see a little too much of her. ❞

“They’re stepping it up this year. Not that I’m complaining in the least bit. Is that right, and which way did she happen to go?”

#( convo. )#( event. )#( e. bryony )#[ rhys is the epitome of being a pig hahah ]

probationaryfae:

“Most of which are still higher than the neck of your shirt.”

“When the Gods gift you with the perfect collarbones, it’d be a sin not to show them off.”

#( convo. )#( event. )#( e. kevin )

trenton-gautier:

“In fact, I was, sadly. Hell, I was expecting at least one of my siblings to come running and welcoming me into their embrace.” Trent chuckled at that, unable to remember the last time he willingly wanted to hug one of them. It had to of been sometime before he started to show his face on the rare.

“If that’s your idea of a welcome back, I see why none of them are here.” It wasn’t like Rhys disliked his own siblings, but if it came to returning to Salem’s Point, he’d much prefer a number of other things to greet him than them.

#( convo. )#( event. )#( e. trent )#( please excuse this trash child )

cthompsxn:

“That’s completely besides the point. Did you ever consider keeping thoughts like that to yourself a maybe?” She laughed, despite the fact that she wasn’t entirely sure being out was a good idea, she’d fed; but nothing. Hunger still burnt in her throat. “Oh..– O…okay, enough of that. Save yourself, princess peach.”

“That wouldn’t be nearly as fun, though.” He retorted with that same old smirk curving his lips. Rhys had a habit of voicing opinions and thoughts others would consider horrible or rude, but he had never cared. It was almost like second nature to him now. He chuckled upon hearing her words, rolling his shoulders as he stepped closer. “Come on, Mario; let’s go play one of these ridiculous games. Or maybe get lost in the maze.” He winked at the end of his words, before he was turning to see what they could get themselves into.

#( convo. )#( event. )#( e. caitlyn )

cthompsxn:

“I wish I could unhear that.” She said, chewing the inside of her cheek as she pulled at the hem of her dress. “And that I wore a jacket.”

“Don’t act like you haven’t heard me say worse,” he mused through an obvious smirk, one that seemingly hadn’t been worn in some time now. “Now why’s that? With you dressed like that, I’d consider playing your damsel in distress. Save me from the castle, and I may just reward you.”

#( convo. )#( event. )#( e. caitlyn )

“The only thing that makes this Halloween festival remotely decent is the outfits most girls consider costumes.”

#salemspointstarter #salemspointevent #( event. )#[ when your boy is masking the fact he's highkey freaking out still ]

trenton-gautier:

“Now, I know to never have high hopes for this place, but damn; I was at least expecting a somewhat decent welcoming committee.” Trent huffed, picking up the drink he had previously ordered off the bar, speaking to no one in particular, opting to voice his opinion to anyone sober enough this time of day.

“If you were hoping for any kind of welcoming committee, then you’re in the wrong town.” It wasn’t like most people in Salem’s Point weren’t friendly enough, but there was an obvious shift with the recent fires. Half the townspeople barely left their homes these days.

#( convo. )#( c. trent )

cthompsxn:

The brief knock on his door left her remembering that she couldn’t exactly just walk into his place like she might have years ago, the brunette now waiting at his doorstep. It felt strange, like she shouldn’t have been there in the first place, but when the door opened, she smiled nonetheless. “Hey… I was just, checking in after the other night. You uh.. you seemed really out of it.”

@rhysabernathy

The last few days hadn’t seen Rhys leaving the house all that much, unless it was to get more food. Situated in a pair of sweats and a t-shirt, he had been trying to figure out why there were blank spaces in his memories when the knock on the door pulled him from his thoughts. Lifting himself up, he barely hesitated when he opened the door to a familiar face. A soft chuckle passed his lips upon her words, Rhys shaking his head, “I was probably just a little too drunk.” It was easier to brush off what had happened, what was still happening with a slight lie.

#( convo. )#( c. caitlyn )

nikolai-romanik:

“How is it that the whole town is out of bay leaves when they’re the one thing I need today?”

“What store even bothers carrying something like that?”

#( convo. )#( c. nikolai )

ri-bishop:

“Fantastic, just fantastic.” Of course this would happen to her. Middle of the night, dead phone and her keys to her motel room dropped somewhere on the ground. With only the light from a street lamp a block away Riley was having rotten luck trying to find them in the dark. She was crouched down, knees in the dirt, hands shuffling around where she thinks they might have landed. “Keys, keys, keys.” She kept mumbling to herself as though that would somehow summon them into her hands.

“--- What the hell are you doing?” He questioned from where he stood, a few feet from the girl on the ground. He hadn’t heard her muttering to herself, lost in his own thoughts as he’d been moving down the road. It was the fact that she was on her knees in the dirt that drew his attention, causing him to stop in his tracks.

#( convo. )#( c. riley )

charliezmc:

Charlie hated the dark. And it was only natural that her car broke down on the edge of town right as she was getting ready to leave, disheartened and sad. Her cell phone didn’t have any service and she felt like a sitting duck in her car, buried under blankets and sweaters to combat the damp, Autumn chilliness that was trying to freeze her to death. She had to make a decision; either stay there and probably get murdered by a serial killer that prowls the woods or try to walk back to town and probably get murdered by a serial killer that prowls the woods. She trembled a little, doing her best not to cry, and finally reached out to unlock the door so she could get out and make the trek back to Salem’s Point.

Lately, Rhys hadn’t been getting enough sleep. Or that’s how he felt anyway, as he wasn’t exactly sure how much sleep he had truly been getting over the last few weeks. Everything seemed to blend together, with the exception of the holes in his memory. He couldn’t remember certain nights, or at least parts of them. Which is exactly why he was out that night, walking down the street. He read somewhere that if one can’t remember certain things, that venturing to specific spots could jog the memory. So that’s what he was doing, or had planned on doing as it wasn’t exactly working. It was during his walk that he chanced upon the woman, looking worse for wear, as she exited her vehicle. “Car break down?” He questioned against his better judgement, knowing that not everyone was as they appeared to be.

#( convo. )#( c. charlie )

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