#event01.

[zoevaliente]

CLOSED FOR: @everjacqueline​

LOCATED AT: Westerly’s Annual Harvest Festival 🎃

She was still getting used to living in Westerly even a year later. Luckily, she had her best friend with her in a place like this. They were locals and strangers at the same time but they only understood the ever-evolving circle they grew up in. Jackie was as normal as it could get for Zoé and today, they’d engage is true local normal behavior by attending the famous fall festival. She was covered by her (recently purchased) big, floppy hat and sunglasses with a glass of rosé in her hand as they roamed amongst the booths open for shopping. Zoé was a sucker for retail therapy and she was ready to do some damage at today’s event. She took a sip from her glass before she let out a large gasp, picking up the ruby crystal necklace and turning around to find Jackie. ❛ This is too beautiful to pass up, ❜ she said to her as soon as they locked eyes. She placed it over her neckline, moving over to a mirror and staring at herself with the jewels hovering over her. ❛ Okay... or is it just the wine speaking? Fuck. What do you think? ❜

[piercingminds]

@edombound​ // magnus bane. EVENT 001 STARTER.

" i’m not actually the painting booth person. ” glancing up from a sketchpad, having already been approached by several people already. maybe the confusion was because she was making art instead of wandering the setup surrounding every inch of the area. then again, the glimpse of the haunted house had caused a sudden need to, well, doodle. “ sorry, you weren’t even coming to ask that, were you ?? ” she added, not wanting to lead right to assumptions. 

[beaxmartin-blog]

*  ☆*ﾟ— SAYRE / @sayrcs event !! welcome back bash ☆

the first thought: ‘ sayre ’.  the second: ‘ fuck ’.

bea hated the dress she had found so pretty just a few hours ago when she was in her bedroom, looking into her mirror and turning so she could see the place where the fabric’s slit met bare skin. in a crowd, it was too high, the straps too thin, easy to snap, her top dipping too low. she was barely holding it together when she slid off the stool she’d stolen within five minutes of reaching the top step. sayre. fuck. “ sayre, wait. can i talk to you ? ” 

those were ominous words. she would have hated them if someone else had said them to her. but beatriz had been called a hypocrite so many times lately it had sunk into her skin and settled in her blood. the way she saw it, there were two things that could happen: she could tell sayre everything now, or she would never get to. she wanted to tell sayre everything. maybe because she knew what would happen if sayre knew everything. maybe because she wasn’t thinking. 

in the fray of the party, even if there was a live feed, even if they all ostensibly had camera men, if her voice was low enough bea couldn’t be heard. she reached out for sayre’s arm. her words were an unintentional flood, once she made herself say them, and she stumbled over them.

“ i know what i did didn’t make any sense to you. to anyone. and people got hurt anyway. but i wanted you to know what i was — i was supposed to — i was told to — i didn’t want to do to rhett what he did to me. please tell me you understand that, at least. ”

[arabella-coleman-blog]

arabella walked around the bathroom taking deep breaths and wiping her face on her cufflets. she was ready to just get up and leave the party she knew she shouldn’t had gone to in the first place. with a shaky sigh she decided to fuck it and walk out, not caring about her smudged make up or disheveled costume. “it’s all yours.” the small girl pushed out to the figure standing by the door.

[sandorclcgane]

Nearly over. Most days those two words drive him, as does the idea of filling his stomach with ale, wine, or whatever he can get his hands when it’s finally gotten late enough. His foul mood has grown worse, and Sandor mostly finds himself eager to see all these poor, mourning guests leave to return home. He’s tucked himself away in a corner of the throne room in the meantime, hoping to avoid conversation. The Hound’s done his fair share of talking, and he’s sick of hearing it all.

Those he’s meant to protect are nearby, but at this point he’s daring anyone to try and hurt them. Just to give him something to fucking do. With little chance of it happening, the scowl on his face is worse than usual in the hopes that it keeps all of them away from him. His glare passes by everyone and no one in particular, at least not until he hears someone approach. Whether they were approaching him or not, he still speaks harshly. “What do you want?”

[wjlliam]

aimed at @renanxcarvalho. located at the luau / beach.

fair enough, it was still quite early in the evening, but that wouldn't stop william from wondering around the beach. black, sleek swimwear hugging tight his lower cheeks and colorful (and delicious!) drink in one hand, he strolled around mindlessly, eyes focused on the push-and-pull of the ocean meeting the beautiful sunset (not as colorful as he drink, though). and so, it was no surprise that he'd end up bumping into someone. "oh, hey, i'm sorry!"

william didn't leave unaffected, but the poor guy clearly had it worse. while his furry torso received a couple drops, a decent portion of his drink spilled onto the other's tight abdomen, painting the otherwise tanned skin with a multitude of colors. no cloth or paper immediately nearby, he drags his large hand through the mess, while humorously apologizing. "oops... well, aren't you glad you didn't put on a shirt today?"

[piercingminds]

@macsmanymuses​ // anyone. EVENT 001 STARTER.

a simple invitation had led the professor to the grounds in which limbo decided to hold what could be expected as an annual festivity. fascination ; mere curiosity, that is what had kept him lingering for as long as he had. breaking away from shaping minds, and creating a new generation of mutants had always been the upmost priority. well, next to the safety and care for the kind which people had yet to grasp their minds around. it was what drove him to continue to work towards a better future even if that seemed hazy due to circumstances. his bright blue eyes shown as a light glared past him ; a brief smile, right before turning to one of the booths which seemed like a quieter option for the moment. “ someone asked me if I was currently dressed as professor x. ” confusion was among him and yet he showed no signs of it to the faceless person he chose to encounter. “ it is a rather strange joke, isn’t it ?? ”

[piercingminds]

@imperfectmuses​ // anyone. EVENT 001 STARTER.

something inside indicated just how new the celebration of halloween in this particular manner felt for the golden haired woman. and yet, memories indicated the opposite, as though she had experienced it a handful of times. “ can you imagine accidentally falling out if everything is not safe and up to code ?? ” she said mindlessly to a pair of footsteps heard coming from behind. perhaps someone passing by, interested in the ride ; indeed not a visit from a familiar. “ that’s too sad a thought for me to contemplate. ” maybe she should have just announced her fear of going on one.