where has your mind gone?

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john-bordeaux

John coughed weakly as he stumbled through the crowds in search of an exit. He was beyond tired and the hole in his chest seeped blood and ached so much that he wanted to scream. Still he pressed on with the images of his past brothers in arms; when they had gotten shot, some were lucky enough to persevere through it, John wanted to be like them. The vervain in his system made him feel sickly and he felt the sudden need to heave in the grass. Stumbling, he fell to his palms and opened his mouth, his stomach protesting the poison in his blood system and making him cough and retch. There hadn’t been food in there for a long time and the retching only made things worse as his inside twisted uncomfortably and he puked blood. 

Suddenly overcome with the need to lie down, he twisted to the side and laid on his back. Looking at the stars, he breathed deeply through his nose and tried to block out the sounds of people screaming and running around him. He hoped his siblings had gotten out alright as John himself was a target this night and had been purposefully hunted it seemed. He hadn’t been able to get revenge on the person who shot him in the heart full of vervain and they should be thankful. But John knew that if he were a target then it was likely his other siblings were… Where were they? 

The vervain in her system proved more powerful than she had anticipated, weakening her as she pushed through the masses. Bodies were rushing past her, screaming as they fled for their lives. But Seline was not looking for an exit, was not searching for a means of escape. No, she had to find her siblings. She had to ensure that they were not suffering like she had been, the feeling of the arrow in her back not lessening despite it having been removed already. The wound was slow to heal, given the vervain it had been soaked in and the lack of blood she had consumed. It was one of the downsides to not feeding from humans, her wounds healed at a slower rate.

Nearly growling at every body that knocked into her, Seline did her best to ignore the call to the blood surrounding her. She needed to ignore it, needed to find her siblings in the chaos unfolding. And it was by a miracle that she saw him, curled up on the grass of the fairground, blood coating his lips. Quite literally shoving a body out of her way, Seline rushed forward, dropping to her knees beside her brother. “John? John,” her calling his name was forceful, loud as she laid her hands on him. Gently, ever so gently, she shifted him so that she could inspect him for injuries.

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hcdtallxs

It’d knocked the wind from his lungs on impact, his momentary pause to register the searing pain a second too much as he was knocked to the ground. Get up. Everything seemed a hazy blur as shock turned into adrenaline, the remnants of the collapsed building kicked up enough dust and debris to suffocate anyone too close, and all Hudson could feel was the rush of panic that wasn’t his own, screams of terror pulsated and if it weren’t for the white hot agony in his shoulder, he might have smiled; an instinctive trait of how destructive the energy he fed off of could be. Blood dripped and pooled like oil on water on the dust covered pavement beneath him and he could only wonder what the hell he’d been hit with. 

“Get up..–” An urge to himself before he got trampled, but his dire need to get to his feet only increased by the body that hit the ground beside him, a rush of those running past urging the need further. They’d be trampled to death. “— Get up. The stands, over there..–” He coughed through the dust, reaching for them. “We make for them, cut across the crowd.” Moving with it would be useless.

The ground met her sooner than she had liked, her weakened state allowing for anything to get the better of her. Even if that happened to be a young woman running for safety. A sound of frustration escaped her as she pushed herself up, positioned on hands and knees on the ground. Then she heard the voice of the Tallis witch, unsure who he was urging to get up before realizing he was looking in her direction. As he spoke of stands, of making it through the crowd, Seline only found herself nodding along to the words. She couldn’t think straight, not with the scent of blood and death lingering all around her. She couldn’t focus, barely able to reach up and take his hand. And then she realized, he was bleeding. Oh what a smell that blood was, but she fought against it. Brows crinkled as she looked at him, “You’re hurt.” It wasn’t a question, rather a statement as she soon took charge. Her arm wrapped around his midsection, tugging his own over her shoulder. Despite Hudson being larger than her, she was stronger than he was, even in her weakened state. “Which way?”

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cj-rhodes

It was chaos. She’d seen it before, she’d lived through it overseas but that was amongst of sea of other trained soldiers, of people who started every day like it would be their last– like they were marching to the gates of hell and might very well never come back from it. But these people? They were fodder, they were covered in ash and dust and barely making a coherent word as screams ripped from their mouths in panic. Everyone was scrambling away but CJ caught sight of bodies– bodies that weren’t struggling to get up just…there. Stakes in some, bullet wounds in others and she looked around, keen eyes doing their best against the smog that had overtaken the fairgrounds before she saw a light shine through the darkness, a single red light flickering once and then twice…a signal. The hunter spun in place, warning the first person she saw, “get down!” 

The arrow had been removed, ripped from her back with only the vervain remaining. It swam within her bloodstream, weakening her only so much as she maneuvered around the fairgrounds. She was in search of her siblings, needing to find them. Needing to ensure they were safe from this mayhem ensuing around them. It was the sudden words that caught her attention, Seline opening her mouth to protest before seeing the red indicators. Falling to hands and knees, she ducked from the onslaught of what was to come. Whoever was doing this intended to take no prisoners, and while she would not die from their weapons, she was not going to become a prisoner. “Who the hell’s doing this?” She called out to the familiar Rhodes member, keeping herself low to the ground.

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( @georgette-rosier )

The pain was something she had felt before, more times than she’d like, but it was not debilitating. It was simply the placement of the vervain-tipped arrow, lodged into the center of her back. Try as she might, her fingers only barely brushed the shaft. She couldn’t get a firm grip, could not pull it from her flesh. A frustrated yell parted from her lips when she was yet again unable to grab hold of it, dropping her hand back down to the earth below. Frustration was getting the better of her, matched with the stench of blood all around her, Seline was having a hard time holding onto her composure. At the sound of an approaching form, she about opened her mouth to snap at them before realizing just who it was, “Georgie!”

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georgette-rosier

“Well then, lead the way, you would certainly know better than I.” 

“Follow me,” she spoke before turning on her heels, heading back to where she’d found the food. “Marilyn Monroe, I like it.”

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malchesterfield

           “That joke works two outta ten times; so you’ve made my day now, ya did.”

“Only two? Now that seems wildly absurd. There’s nothing quite like a corny joke to get one through the day.”

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noahbordeaux

          Noah stared down at the fried food (it was debatable that it should be called food), lip curling in slight disgust at it. The smell nor the sight interested him, “What exactly —- is it?” These Halloween fests were always known for frying whatever they could get their hands on in some type of sickly sweet batter. 

Oh, how comical it was for her. To see the disgust flash across his features. Sitting back, she watched as he studied the food. “I’m told it’s deep fried dough, which is then rolled in some kind of cinnamon and sugar combination.” She spoke as she shifted, leaning forward now. “Go on, pop one in your mouth.”

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joanna-sargent

“I’m generally not about getting caramel stuck in my teeth, so I’ll pass on that.” 

“You are definitely missing out, because it is quite possibly the best thing here tonight.”

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holdendanvers

           “I can’t deny that most of the food around Halloween time is way to good to pass up on,” lips tugged into a mild smile, shaking his head. “The line was too long last time I checked.”

“Oh, even harder when it’s an event like this.” She agreed with a wave of her hand at the surrounding area. “No. No, that will definitely not do. You’ve got to try it,” she spoke while sliding the plate towards him, smile curving the edges of her lips.

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georgette-rosier:

“I haven’t yet, no, but I’d be delighted to remedy that in your company.” 

“I could certainly go for another one.”

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noahbordeaux

         “All of that food is still…. appealing to you?”

“You have no idea. These are like fried heaven in my mouth.” She spoke around the food, pushing the container towards him. “Try some.”

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“The haunted house and corn maze will have to wait. All of this food is calling my name,” she said the words in a sing-song voice. From the very moment she walked into the event, she’d already gotten food for herself. “Please tell me you’ve tried the caramel apple.”

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jcnnyx:

               “I’m on this —— no-drinking-alcohol rule that I’ve managed to make for myself tonight, so a wonderful non-alcoholic apple cider will have to do before I manage to drag myself through that horrific maze. Although — I certainly hope every actor in there knows that I’m wearing heels probably larger than their dicks and I have no problem causing pain.”

“What kind of a night involves non-alcoholic cider?” She idly mused while her gaze drifted down to the heels mentioned. “Now those are some killer heels. I’m almost hoping to see someone risk it with those.”

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jonahrhodes:

“I haven’t been here long, but I already regret showing up in the first place. The only consolation is seeing people get genuinely scared of the haunted house.” 

“Come on, put a smile on your face. It’s Halloween, after all. What’s more fun than dressing up and eating food?”

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malchesterfield:

          “I’m not a reindeer, I’m horn—y.” He paused as if waiting for his horrid joke to land, expectant grin evident on his lips.

It was almost instant, the laugh that rippled through her, “I cannot believe that got me.”

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Halloween 2017 --- Seline Bordeaux as a wolf

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"there’s violence in her smile blood blooming on her lips

don’t you know wolves protect their pack don’t you know dragons only breathe fire if dangers reckons

and darling, she’s a Q U E E N, one who wears a crownthat glitters

but s t e p closer when she beckons for the things that look like diamonds are in fact polished bones

she’s the MAYHEM of the myths, the darling of the DEAD and the music of her laughter only inspires d r e a d"