#event: helloween

[elbasanluis]

WHEN: 10.31.22; sometime between 6 a.m. - 12 p.m. WHERE: Helloween; Rage WHO: Elba + Fenrik ( @fenriksblade )

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The vial was the one and only taste of sweetness Elba would have in quite some time. As the liquid settled into her stomach and seeped into organs, she lowered the hood of the detailed cloak. Tuning out the chaos of the room, once the vial had caused your vision to go double, was rather easy. She didn’t hear competitors tearing each other to pieces, or other women also being haunted by their mommy issues with deep despair. The anticipation began to kill the werewolf, her heart the only thing she could hear now. It thud rapidly and she was sure it’d been by design. This would be the third time Elba faced Lori-Jane and if all was said and done, the final. “Come on,” she whispered. “Come-”

With another blink of her lids and she was transported to an old, familiar setting. Elba pushed herself up from the air mattress and peeled the privacy curtains back to reveal a darkened cabin. She’d only ever seen the cabin so dark in nightmares, honestly, because when Elba had resided there herself, she was known to carry around flashlights for peace of mind. Suddenly, one appeared in her fist. To face Lori on her own stomping grounds would surely grant a victory of sorts, if not trigger old memories. God, let the price be worth paying.

A brash knock at the front door caught Elba’s attention. It echoed for seconds. In this setting, she was no longer adorned in her angel attired. She wore a flannel too large and jeans. This hallucination was so real, it... it simply couldn’t be a hallucination. She could smell the remanence of dinner and could feel the cool wood on her bare feet. This had been the most impatient the woman had been all night as she put a hand to the door and raked it open. Her mother needed to know she was unafraid to face her time and time again. She’d win. Elba would always manage.

Elba had been so, so terribly wrong. Her family’s bodies still rotted on the doorstep. The Skullglades, all of them. Astoria, Aurelia, and Felicity. She’d never screamed so loud, unable to move. Her eyes remained shut, until the hallucination could disappear.

[dustymarsh]

WHEN: 10.31.22; sometime between 6 a.m. - 12 p.m. WHERE: Helloween; Gluttony WHO: Dusty + Zyrynd ( @screamingspector )

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Lust provided the woman with the certainty needed to push through the next few circles. Doubt had been an unusual crutch for a lot of Dusty’s life. It was easy to blame failures on inexperience. Today, for a victory, much must’ve needed to change. It did not matter if she was not a vampire for long. This circle, placed by Pendragons and possibly the line of vampires she could belong to, had supplied such an advantage. No other being had over her, or others alike. Vampire’s speed was used to advance to the door, the wind thrashing through her hair a euphoric feeling. She stopped at once, forearm to the chest of a stranger as she slammed them into a nearby wall. The scent of blood and the taste of cherries on her swollen lips riled up excitement unlike any other. Tonight, she’d feast like a fucking queen. The exposed smirk widened with bared fangs.

“Been waiting for me long?” she inquired the stranger.

[rohawkins]

WHEN: October 31st, 2022 WHERE: Helloween Masquerade WHO: @songsofelisa​

Ro felt silly now, for even believing that she could skip out on this opportunity that had been laid out before her. Not only were the Pendragon’s themselves throwing this event, but there was, at the end, the promise of information that she was desperately searching for. The kind she’d kill for, without a question in her mind. The problem became: how the fuck did she make sure she made it to the end at all? And how did she take this opportunity to gain an upper hand on the family that continued to stonewall her.

She turned to Elisa, once more admiring her friend’s attire, the kind that looked far more put together than her silly attempt at Red Riding Hood. “What do you think?” she asked, though the question wasn’t directly about the party itself. More the possibilities being presented. “Should we go about our own bank heist?”

[jescaiah]

WHEN: 10.31.22; sometime between 12 a.m. - 6 a.m. WHERE: Limbo WHO: Jescaiah + Tristan ( @walledupward )

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A Cinderalla story had been in the making upon the invitations gracing their post boxes. The audience’s approval had only caused her to go shy underneath it, multiple gazes reaching the goddess of sun as she entered with her roommate to her side. She glittered underneath exquisite chandeliers, shining the place bright all on her own. So much so, a waiter specifically sought her out to offer a drink. Jescaiah knew she couldn’t become obsessed with the life of luxury, even if it had caused her to feel at home the same way Twinkies and Heineken had. What could she say? She was multifaceted. She quietly thanked the waiter, nursing the drink rather than consuming it. “Don’t forget my friend, please,” she nodded a head towards Tristan, the curly fringe on her forehead bouncing.

[nearnehir]

WHEN: October 31st, 2022 WHERE: Helloween Masquerade WHO: @elbasanluis​

This was the kind of night that Nehir lived for. The glitz, the glam. The sparkles. All of the costumes. Her own was, needless to say, just as obnoxious as one might expect. No other person could have more sequins on a dress, let alone a mask, too. Nehir shined. Being in the spotlight was her forte. Her life’s dream. Attention was her lifeblood, and if anyone was laughing at her, well, it’s not like it mattered. All attention was good attention, in her not-so-humble, horrible opinion.

“Isn’t this just so exciting,” Nehir said to the woman nearest to her, leaning over to make sure they heard her. They were getting ready to go through the doors, each person presenting their invitation as though the entire island wasn’t invited. “I mean it’s just going to be magical. I can already tell.”

[lixinzhou]

WHEN: October 31st, 2022 WHERE: Helloween Masquerade WHO: @alilbirdiebaker​

Birdie and Lixin had already paid the entrance fee. Thoroughly, one might add. Lixin wouldn’t add that as it seemed to crass for his nature, but it was true all the same. Something about the night has made his mind fuzzier, lighter than it had been even pre-kidnapping. The person he was tonight, beneath a smooth mask, and borrowed suit, couldn’t even remember who he might have been before. Especially with Birdie’s hand clasped firmly in his own, their bodies constantly brushing as they pushed and pulled their way through the room. Time was ticking. Lixin blocked it out.

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen anything so beautiful in my entire life.” There was childlike wonder in his face, his eyes. Reverence in his voice. How much had he missed out on simply out of fear or duty? Too much, he decided. It was time to let go. “Where should we go first? The bonfire? The circus? It’s almost too overwhelming to choose.”

[ethereumhq]

Circle 5 - Rage.

Entry Fee: You’ve made it through four other trials to get here. And now? Now you must fight. Fight and win, to be exact. How you do it is up to you, there are no rules here, only to come out as the victor and push open the doors to your next reward. You may chose to fight a physical opponent, fairly matched, or drink from a vial and fight a more personal demon, your worst memories relived in excruciating hallucinatory detail. 

Entertainment: This masquerade is all about letting out the sins inside you, indulging in them for a night before the Halloween mask is set aside and we must put on our everyday faces and don our morals again. By entering the fifth room you’re shedding the last of your humanity. Consider it the purge. This is a circle for each species to freely put their full monstrosity on display. Every blood sucking, heart eating, moon howling, angry impulse is not only welcomed but encouraged here. Some will have more fun than others; some will find that revenge has been handed to them on a silver platter when an old enemy also decides to enter the ring. Not everyone will come out the other side of the fifth circle intact, indeed some may not come out at all, but there is no better reminder of the sweetness of life than proximity to death. Move quickly through or linger here, either way you’ll learn something about yourself.

[dustymarsh]

WHEN: 10.31.22; sometime between 6 a.m. - 12 p.m. WHERE: Helloween; Lust WHO: Dusty + Yseult ( @yseultcai )

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Blood, she’d learned, is where a lot of people’s scents emitted from. Many trails had led her toward those she’d previously been around. Not everyone meant anything, or they were so well disguised Dusty had gaslighted herself into believing they were nothing to her. These soft edges were unmistakable. Dusty could have been incorrect in her assumption, but she sensed nerves. It was a dream to have her own soothed. Those solaces very rarely came, if ever. She could grant somebody her own dream if only to earn the karma to get what she wants in the end. She was not going to speak her name. Dusty wasn’t ready to reveal her identity so boldly either, not so early on in the circles. Her heart, however, could be worn for Yseult to see if she so bravely dared to let it happen. “Hi,” Dusty breathed in closely, towards Yseult’s ear. “Grunge-mother here, but I hate the sound of that, now that I say it again.”