#beaconhillshqevent

[witchyfayex-a]

the picture of elegance and class, faye chamberlain stepped through the grand entrance to the mikaelson's snow ball. clad in a revealing black gown with a mixture of gold and silver beading, which showed off her curves to perfection, she felt sensational. faye wanted all eyes to be on her, and she was pretty damned determined to make sure they were. stilettos clacked against marble flooring, dainty fingers reached out to scoop a flute of champagne from a nearby tray, and off she went, dark hues scanning the crowds for a familiar face. attending such an event alone would likely put fear into the heart of any regular person, but faye was far from regular. in fact, she'd chosen to attend alone, especially considering that meant she had no strings, and she could either head home on her own, or with a worthy suitor in tow. plump lips stretched, pearly white teeth on display as she approached a familiar face. "hey, you!" flute raised in mock toast. "everyone here looks SO good."

[ofsvvans]

She cursed her boss for keeping the diner open longer than it should have been. She should have been home long before now, there was a curfew for goodness sake. Shaking her head, Bella pulled up the hood of her jacket and pulled it tightly around herself as she walked down the street. She was only a few blocks from her apartment and she wanted nothing more than to curl up in her bed with her dogs and read a book, was that too much to ask. Hearing something behind her she glanced around and frowned, "who's there?" she called as she looked around, her fingers gripping her arm slightly as she kept herself grounded.

[parrishflame]

"You know, you shouldn't be out here and yet you are anyway." He knew better than to insist, knowing many would not easily be swayed. The curfew was in place but he had known from the moment the news announced, many would go against recommendation. "Are you idiotic or brave? Or both?*

[divimia]

"music. this place is missing live music. a whole orchestra of music." it's music that brought magic together, no ? for spells were music in a way. she did have a preference in jazz or blues ... but hey, davina's not here to push her music tastes on other people.

[ofswcn]

it had taken quite some convincing until charlie had managed to talk her out of the door and into her truck, giving the car a well-meant tap on the rear, for good luck ( at which the almost ancient car had spouted an alarming screech, and bella had all but expected the car to disassemble itself into its individual parts, right then and there ).

not that she'd admit it later on, but, stood there, neck craned to gaze up at the spectacle above them, bella wasn't all that mad her dad had managed to persuade her to atted the bonfire. though it should be mentioned that she had positioned herself at the very back of the crowd, a safe distance away from the burning pile of wood - given her track record with managing to injure herself in horrifically idiotic ways, that was probably for the best.

a deep inhale, a subtle, pleased smile tugged at the corners of her lips as the fresh night air began to mingle with the smell of burnt wood, the sound of fire crackling away amongst the chatter of voices almost soothed her, and bella allowed herself to let her eyes shut for a second. just breathe.

as it turned out, keeping your balance - which was already a near impossible task for her with her eyes open - with her eyes closed wasn't exactly an easy feat, and she soon found herself stumbling backwards. meeting eyes with someone behind her, bella gave them an apologetic smile.

"oh - uh, did i get you? if i did, sorry. i'm - yeah. are you okay?"

[thatbennettwitch]

Bonnie had donned a bewitching costume for the Mikaelson Halloween party. With her blonde wig and a stunning witches' ensemble, she looked every bit the part of a powerful sorceress. As she made her way to the grand event, she felt the anticipation of the night building within her, but something peculiar began to happen. Unbeknownst to Bonnie, her magical abilities were starting to waver and slip beyond her control, a gift from the ancestors.It began as a subtle unease, a faint tremor in the air. As she walked through the dimly lit streets towards the Mikaelson mansion, small, unpredictable sparks of magic ignited around her. Streetlights flickered and the leaves on trees rustled, caught in an unseen mystical breeze.

Bonnie's heart raced as she realized that her powers were taking on a life of their own. She tried to maintain her composure and regain control, but the unpredictable energy continued to surge and manifest in unexpected ways. Her blonde wig seemed to shimmer with an otherworldly radiance, and the seams of her costume seemed to glow with a faint, eerie light.Passersby on the streets couldn't help but notice the bizarre phenomena occurring around Bonnie. A lamppost burst into an array of colors, and a gentle rain of golden sparks followed her like a magical aura. Panicked, Bonnie quickened her pace, hoping to reach the Mikaelson Halloween party and seek help from her friends.

[originalblondebxtch]

Rebekah stood at the entrance of the Mikaelson abode, her elegant Halloween costume concealing the turmoil within her. As the first guests arrived, she greeted them with a warm smile, trying her best to maintain her composure. "Welcome, dear friends! I'm so glad you could make it to our Halloween soirée," Rebekah said, her voice as sweet as ever. Her hazel eyes glittered with excitement, but beneath the surface, a different hunger simmered. Her guests, dressed in their ghoulish and glamorous costumes, exchanged pleasantries and entered the opulent mansion. Rebekah's hands trembled slightly as she continued to greet her friends. The scent of their blood, even as they walked past her, was tantalizing. Her control was slipping, and her vampiric instincts threatened to take over. She had to remind herself of the masquerade and the need to maintain her humanity. Bringing yet another drink to her lips in an attempt to conceal her lust.

[witchymary]

"It's a curfew, we are meant to stay indoors." She had become quite acquainted with the idea of keeping a low profile at home, however, it appeared the other was contemplating venturing out into the unknown. She had heard the news, and did not intend to be the animals next dinner. "You're being silly -- the police will be out patrolling, we won't go unnoticed if we go out." Ice cream in hand, she took a spoonful and smiled at the taste.