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“If I had known Shakespeare could be so dangerous I would have read more of his things earlier…” Rory cackled in her thick French accent, holding her dagger up to her face with a wicked look in her eyes. Obviously when choosing to be Juliet from the famous play the thing that had sold her on it was the chance to wander around with a weapon as a prop. That and that the entire story was based off a couple doing something that was forbidden, god how Rory loved the forbidden. “It was this or a lion but apparently putting razor blades on my nails to be claws is not okay in America. Vous êtes tous si ennuyeux!” (You are all so boring). Putting the blade of the dagger between her teeth for a second before laughing she looked the other up and down. “You look good…are you drunk enough yet? I .. am not. More drinks, yes?” @crystalcitystarters

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Veronica was beginning to think she was getting old because mindless chatter and fun on the dance floor currently happening before her eyes didn’t seem as appealing anymore. Or perhaps the brunette was so deeply affected by the events of the last party she'd attended that she couldn't bring herself to join in on the fun and relax fully. The sense of responsibility pressing on her chest didn't allow her to. While Veronica was delighted the majority of people she cared about was able to enjoy themselves (and their echoing laughter proved so), she felt she had to be on alert. None of it showed on the outside, however-- the woman had one of her signature smiles plastered across her lips and a flute of bubbly dangling from her fingers. However, the thrill-seeker within didn't let her sit still so the woman took a deep breath—as deep as the corset clinging onto her figure for dear life allowed and took a look around. V found she was standing beside two entrances; one to the Haunted House and the other to the Fortune Teller's impromptu tent. Counting on her charming smile to lure the person in, she called out, letting them decide where to. "Shall we try our luck?“

#crystal.starter #crystal.event2 #put on your war paint. {event 02}

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“Okay, no one panic!” No one’s panicking Aly, only you. Alyssa held out her arms as she moved around, her gaze scouring the floor and environs for her headpiece. She really only brought it along to take photos with, and once she had done that, Alyssa rest it down in an area that she thought it would be safe. In hindsight she should not have been lazy, and took the time to carry it back to the vehicle for storage. It certainly wasn’t cheap, her entire costume was a cosplayer’s dream. Even though her sister sponsored the entire thing, Alyssa would feel horrible if she lost it. After-all, the night was only just getting started. Sighing in annoyance she silently berated herself. Why didn’t I listen to the voice of reason? “I can’t find my crown of horns.” The dark-haired villain would tell anyone within earshot. Gnawing anxiously at her bottom lip, she paced, and made a beeline around the area, searching. Where did it go? “It was just here like five minutes ago.” Okay, she was lying, it was more like an hour or so ago. She only just remembered she left it behind to go dance. They were basically antler-esque, who would take them and run-off? Were there desperate cosplayers in attendance? “Has anyone seen it? It’s an eye-mask and cap combined, with a bunch of large antler-like horns coming out of it.” Alyssa explained her lost item in case people didn’t get that she was portraying MCU’s Hela.

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“It’s not going to be so bad.” He assured his companion. They had been building up to going into the Haunted House experience for a while now. “It would have been cooler if they had escape room too.” He liked a good mystery, or puzzle every now and again. “You definitely won’t loose me in there.” With his glow in the dark body paint and suit that was definitely true. “In fact I might make the experience more spooky.” He waggled his fingers, emphasizing the word spooky. “Okay, so this is the last shot and then we’re ready to go. Yeah?” Those were the terms they agreed to prior. “Cheers!” Stefano held up his shot glass of tequila, ready to clink it against the other’s.