#hallowaystarter

[arixsanchez]

   she’s pacing on the outskirts of a party  ,  around the edge of a fountain just outside in the courtyard  .  one drink down ,  two drinks in  ,  and her eyes are peering down to her feet  .  she’s scared  ,  and nobody seems to be talking about what’s going on  . “you know what they say ---- right?” arms outstretch  ,  as if to keep her balance  ,  and she shakes her head  . “ if you can’t beat ‘em join them.  ”  here’s hoping that everything will go back to normal tomorrow  .  that there’s a reason her parents aren’t answering the phone, a reason she could believe. “it’s just another party ri---”  her footing stumbles  ,  and she catches herself on their shoulder just before  ,  nearly twisting her ankle  ,  and instead  ,  breaking the heel of her designers  . “ now it’s really the end of the world.”  a pout  ,  and she slumps down on the fountain  .  “what are you doing out here anyways?” shouldn’t they be living it up -----   like they were all going to die tomorrow? 

[ofsylvias-blog]

𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊  𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐃  𝐀𝐆𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐓  𝐓𝐇𝐄  𝐎𝐔𝐓𝐄𝐑  𝐖𝐀𝐋𝐋 of the library as she stands in the courtyard, a solo cup in her hand, Sylvia is supposed to be having fun right about now. It’s a party. And End of the World party, she’d been told, though she figured that might be a little overdramatic. Whatever fucked up thing was happening ... they didn’t need to be cynical, just analytical. But right now, everyone was only being stupid. She’s too fixated on frothy bubbles in her beer, and trying to think of some way to express distaste for the panem et circenses — her words, of course, the only person to drop Latin to glibly in casual conversation — of the party. Eyes flick to the party guest ( guest ?  Did they count as guests when there were no invites, just kegs and yelling over the quad ?  ) next to her, but eyes are still cast downward so she can’t yet see who it is.  ❛ Shouldn’t we be ... sending a group out  ?  See what’s going on in other towns and call for HELP  ?  ❜  It’s posed as a question, but anyone that knows Sylvia knows it’s a statement of fact: of I’m right, whoever’s DUMBASS idea this was is wrong.

[ofcarmichaels]

    brows are lifted as crowds barricaded their way into the library  .  books are littered on the ground and smothered in booze  .  and he wondered if this is what his father had intended for donating all that money  ,  to build this place  .  the thought alone brings a smirk to the corners of chapped lips  ,  and he’s standing in the midst of it all  ,  it’s chaos  --- complete and utter chaos  .  “  do you think they’ll all kill each other  ? ” what a promise that would be  ,  and a weight lifted from his shoulders  .  if darwinism acted quickly enough  ,  they could be down half of the student body by tomorrow morning  .  leaning down  ,  he picks up a book from the rubble  ,  and peeks through a few pages  .  “ history  --” he scoffs  ,  tossing it to the side  and shaking his head  .  “ i hope you like irony  . ”  another pause  ,  and he takes a step back  .  “ i need a drink  .   --- you coming  ? ”

[itsnevvton]

          newton didn’t know what to make of the situation.  everyone was gone. well, everybody that didn’t happen to be on the bus.  but a more important question begs on where did the busses even go. they disappeared before the college kids even had time to figure out what was happening.  a joint had sat between the boy’s lips as he himself had sat outside -- near the front of the library.  he liked being at the parties, but actively participating had never been his scene.  his eyes were set looking up at the stars above them.  the world had changed, but the sky had looked the same.  the moon shining down on-- well wherever they were.  his eyes never faltered as he heard footsteps, his hand reaching to pull the rolled weed out of his mouth, “ would you like a hit?  Or if you’d rather just join, I don’t really mind either way. ”

[ivmbics-blog]

this wasn’t how she had pictured the end of the world. there were no leviathans maws gaping with the horrors of god, or rings of fire to encircle them. there was only still silence and the endless darkness the ran past the edge of town. her gut curdled watching the party from the broken end of a ledge. her cup felt heavy in hands, margot just couldn’t shake the feeling something was distinctly not right. she shook of the skin of doubt shedding like a snake into an entirely different person made up of a beaming smile and bright eyes. bare feet sinking into the grass as she made her way back towards the party she smiled cresting the threshold. “do you think this means i don’t have to do my paper on 18th century theatre?”

[mcveriicks]

* OPEN STARTER ! 

                 maverick st. james loves a good party –– it is one setting, aside from the philosophy classrooms, where he THRIVES. the conspiracy theories had certainly found their way inside his brain, where he ruminated and pondered them for a solid hour or two, before a fuck-all attitude washed over his mind, not wanting to squander the biggest goddamned opportunity to let LOOSE over questioning the nature of their reality for a couple more hours –– theories could be put aside until tomorrow. as was common for parties on halloway grounds, he would find himself convened at a table where communal alcohol seemed to be stacked. one glance at the selection of cheap spirits and watered-down beer caused him to raise an eyebrow. “ i dunno. seems like a rather BLEAK selection for an end of the world party, no ? ” he asks the figure standing next to him, perhaps also eyeing the array of drinks. he pulls out his flask, taking a swig before handing it over. “ better option. i promise. worthy of an apocalyptic end, i swear. ”

[snnchsn]

after hours of constant running around, pushing past people, bumping into objects and making sure that no one fucking dies, she finally finds the time for a cigarette. sat outside, back pressed against the building, she exhales a cloud of smoke into the night sky. head falls back, eyes close, and for a second she manages to feel almost relaxed. god, it’s the best second of her life. then, it’s back to business. she can hear footsteps— someone’s approaching. “ think it can wait?” a straight to the point way of greeting. “you know, legally, i have three more minutes until my break’s over.” 

[waldbins]

"wait, please don’t pick at the —” he elicits a sharp exhale as he moves from one patient to another. “no — i’m not allowed to give you any more pain killers so if you could just —” he’s slowly losing his train of thought with all of the noise. patient complaint here, patient vomiting over there and practically everybody else panicking and screeching through the other side of the emergency room doors. “could you maybe — could hold on a minute?” he gives his current patient a look of reassurance before turning and striding toward the emergency room doors. he takes a deep breath before removing one of the bands of his mask from one ear and practically bursts through the double doors. “will you all PLEASE calm the FUCK down,” his voice booms. it’s loud enough that it almost echoes, despite the amount of people in the waiting area. “i know you’re worried about your friends or your family, but it’s really, really hard for us to try and help them when you’re all SCREAMING at the top of your FUCKING lungs — thank you.”