#brfallfestival

[adambatesvampire-blog]

Gwen & Adam

Although the majority of Downsville's Fall Festival seemed rather boring and stupid, Adam had to admit that one part of it didn't seem as boring as the rest. The haunted house and zombie apocalypse part of the festival. He was pretty sure that they would be just as bad as the rest, judging by how humans saw the supernatural, glittering, ugly and all that. But he wanted to see how bad they would be and who knew, maybe he'd get a good laugh out of it. That and it seemed like the right place to start showing people what real vampires were like. Looking at the blonde next to him, Gwens blood still on his chin and neck, he raised an eyebrow. "Ready to 'die of fright'?" he asked, quoting the sign next to the tent.

@gwenlucian

[lancealton-blog]

Bet On Me / Lance & Justin

@justin-caesar

“I bet you I can eat more pies than you in five mintues.” Lance’s words came with a certain confidence that had not been there in the last couple of days. Since his bruises had gone, and his mind had eased, he had somewhat regained some of his confidence back --- at least around those he was comfortale with. (And yes, this was to say that he was comfortable around Justin.) “I bet on my body and my soul.”

The pie eating contest was about to start soon, so Lance would soon have to make his words come to life --- if Justin so took on the offer, that was. If Justin was game, Lance was willing to prove himself. A bashful smile came from him --- as it so often was when it came to Justin --- as he looked to the master of the ceremony calling for contestants. “What do you say? Dare challenge me?”

[gwenlucian-blog]

Did children really think witches ride on brooms? I mean it’s a bit unusual, they’re capable of getting around just like other people, there was no reason to fly. Could they if they wanted to, probably but there would be too many trees to dodge and slip through. They don’t really curse people and suck the lives out of little children, singing songs to enchant them. Most wixes didn’t even know what the natural world was before getting stuck here. 

Gwen dismissed the thought with a wave of her hand and watched a couple of children run by with their costumes on. The festival seemed to brighten up the place and bring out the residents. There were lights and pumpkins, it just felt like fall. She, of course had to dress up as a witch herself, but it was the more traditional version that most supernatural wixes knew of. It wasn’t too crazy like the poofy skirt ones with pointy hats. It was more of a doll collared dress with a robe depicting their ability with designs. Hers of course was a black lace design of smoke on a white robe, since smoke was typically associated with death or necromancy in the wix world.

She had looked around and walked under a small tent, to get away from the bustling crowd until it calmed down. She looked over at someone and hesitantly approached them. “I’m sorry to be a bother but, does this look stupid? I thought it was a bit childish to dress up but I couldn’t really help myself.”

[hxneulsong-blog]

Kissing Booth / Haneul & Saul

@sxuljack

There was something strange about the event, something peculiar. Haneul Song could always tell when things were bound to get strange, after all; it was maybe because she was so strange that she could sense the strangeness around her. (This was, of course, a theory. There was no way Haneul could know strange things simply because she was strange, but she thought she could.) Or, well, she could sense strange when strange was happening. And, right now, she sensed it.

Maybe it was not her immediate location that was experiencing the strange at the moment; maybe it was somewhere else. But, there was a line at a particular booth, even though the event was just starting --- and this, if anything, was strange. The event had only just begun, and already people had flocked to this particular strange booth.

Haneul being Haneul naturally had to check the place out.

And, it was, in that moment, that she realized who the man sitting in the booth was. It was in that moment that she moved closer, cutting the line that had formed, that she recognized the man. She knew him. Knew him. He was the handsome man with the frown. She knew him. And, with a look at the booth around him, she knew what he was doing, too.

[shapeshfter]

“N-No, I’m sorry-- I have to get out of here--”

While Adrien wished he could have been fine at this event, the amount of people and open space around him was terribly bothersome. Every which way he turned, there was another person there, and he couldn’t manage to break free of the crowd. Strangers were brushing up against him, which only proved to make his own situation worse. In an attempt to put some distance between himself and the noisy mob, he fought his way through until he managed to reach a small alleyway. Fingers scrabbled at his arms in an attempt to dull the terrible sensation coursing beneath his skin, and he squeezed his eyes shut as he heard a person come closer. “Please-- I’m sorry--”