#hallowsevent

[sugarhcrrcr]

“This corn maze is going to be the death of me,” Sugar huffed dramatically, doing an about-face before promptly colliding directly with another person. A faint gasp escaped them as soon as it’d happened, feet stumbling back a couple steps before an almost self-conscious expression spread over their face. “I’m so sorry about that- I’m just, like... totally lost. And I was not expecting to see another human for the next, like, ten years, so I guess I just wasn’t expecting you to be there. But- that’s the wrong way. Or at least, I think it is. I’m pretty sure I’ve seen it before.”     //     @roswellstarters​

[lzrscu]

setting ;; hallows eve  who ;; @roswellstarters​

A holiday where all he had to do was wear the bare minimum requirement to be considered fully clothed and receive attention was always a top contender for Lux’s favorite days. Dressed in nothing but in sheer, gold cloth, his upper torso was slathered with twinkling, skeletal gold paint and his face was carefully dotted with subtle dramatics made to allude of nothing more than such. It wasn’t hard to keep the attention of the patrons once he grew bored of wandering around corn mazes and haunted houses. After marking a particularly elevated pile of hay as his watching perch, he welcomed the cautious curiosities of the bravest children who lingered nearby who watched him lazily reshuffle his deck of tarot cards. What started as a stupid parlor trick became a source of light amusement for him when the seriousness of his tone as he handed them their ill fated tarot card drew frightened expressions and heart clenching whimpers of excitement laced fear. Lux wasn’t the type to ask for monetary gain-- they’re mostly children, after all, and from New Mexico-- but the small pile of candies and one half eaten turkey drumstick that sat next to him became almost a makeshift shrine (”the better the offering, the better your future will be!”).  He looked among the crowd after a particularly grumpy Spiderman shuffled off with his Seven of Wands. “Destroyed confidence, you just proved the card right!” he called after him, settling back against his hay throne with a small box of nerds balanced between his thighs. “Are you here to test your fortune? Offering, please. Wouldn’t choose anythin’ over $5 dollars though, don’t want to put a lot of you out of house and home.” 

[dontlauriebehappy]

There had been a lot of things Laurie had worn, so he hadn’t expected any trouble with his Cher costume. That was, however, until he had decided to don the signature long black wig. Surprisingly, he had never donned a real wig for very long, outside of playing around with party city synthetic clown wigs and such. This one, however, was different. It was a lace-front, long and, more importantly, heavy. The longer he had it on, he was beginning to acquire a headache. Finally, he’d had too much and reached out to tap on the nearest person’s shoulder. “Do you happen to have any painkillers on ya?” he paused “That sounds worse than it should. I just mean like ibuprofen or something. Not looking to get high.” he chuckled, trying to cover the slip. 

@roswellstarters​

[dontbeshiloh]

It was early in the day before the Halloween event and Shiloh was perched on Chandler’s bed, watching her meticulously apply her makeup and fix her hair in the appropriate fashion for her costume. For years he had sat in this very position, watching his friend get ready for festivities he wasn’t allowed to attend. “For the gazillionth time, Chandler, I’m not dressing up. Just like I haven’t dressed up for the last ten years. “ he looked at her through the mirror “And if you pull out a pair of playboy bunny ears and tell me to be your white rabbit, I swear to god I will shove them up your ass so far you’ll be coughing up Hugh Hefner remains for weeks.”

@riotgrrrlchan​

[alliethealleykat]

If anyone had doubted Allie’s self-confidence level, they wouldn’t anymore after the gigantic man strode into the halloween festivities wearing nothing but an impressively skimpy fabric wrapped around his hips ( and some underwear he had to go into a rather suspicious looking store to find). Everything had been going fine and he had avoided all possible wardrobe malfunctions until he dropped his paper plate on the way to the trash. Never one to litter, he started to bend down to pick it up, only to realize that if he did so in the traditional sense, he may flash a rather sacred part of himself to the masses. Thankfully for him, he saw a familiar face waltz past in a bob wig  “Fletcher! Hey man, can you help me out? I want to pick this up but I need a human bodyguard for my ass hole, if you don’t mind.”

@fletcherliu​

[river-montgomery]

River was seated on the ground at the pumpkin carving station, surrounded by tree stump stools and decorative cobwebs to add a spooky, yet fun feel to the space. “So, I’m pretty sure I’m gonna go classic triangle eyes and...make some attempt at the jagged mouth look. I’ve never been good at this sort of thing though,” River laughed, looking up at their boyfriend and playfully tossing some pumpkin guts in his direction. “I really love that you decided to grab one of the weirdest shaped pumpkins I’ve ever seen. I guess depressed jack-o-lanterns need love too.” 

@orionxstardust​

[dontbeshiloh]

In truth, Halloween had been one of Shiloh’s favorite childhood holidays. While others would rant and rave about santa and reindeer and presents, he always preferred the revelry of black cats and ghosts and witches. As a youngster he would start brainstorming his next costume on November 1st, always striving for absolute perfection. However, peer pressure was a bitch, and as he had grown older and fallen into the crowds he’d fallen into, it was looked down upon to want to participate in such “childish” festivities. And, even more so, Halloween was the perfect night for crime and mischief. He hadn’t gotten to celebrate traditionally in years because he had always been roped in to something more sinister. Tonight had started out no different. However, this time Shiloh wasn’t having it. As his pal approached him about spiking some drinks at the festivities, seeing how many girls they could coerce into coming home with them, Shiloh had refused. Not only had he refused, but he had reprimanded his counterpart for even considering such an idea. The altercation had turned physical, and it wasn’t long after that a few swift punches by Shiloh had left his friend knocked out and dropped off at the door of the hospital. Shiloh could only hope they would keep him over night. 

Still bleeding he made his way to the outskirts of the Puhlman ranch, sitting down in the grass and looking at the event from afar. His bottom lip was firmly in between his teeth as he was lost in a state of longing, when he sensed a presence near him, jumping up only to recognize the familiar face. “Cope....how did you know I was out here?”

 @copelandpoynter​ 

[rebeccaxdavenport]

“You look great, but you should’ve gone with the Elton John look. This is a total cop-out, whether you like it or not,” she teased, peering up at her partner for the night’s festivities. Despite their overstuffed closets filled with secrets they hid from the world and each other, Becca felt safe with @gunnerissdunn​, easily marking him down as one of her closest friends. She had her arm linked with his, her jewelry-clad fingers carefully pressed against his muscled arm for security and comfort. “This is...not what I was expecting, but at the same time, so much worse,” Becca scoffed, peering at the crowd of costumed guests, judging every synthetic wig and polyester get up she saw without reservation. Her introverted nature rose up as well, the many sights and sounds threatening her reserve of social energy. “Honestly, I’ll be satisfied after a lap or two around the place and maybe a drink if they’re up to par. I didn’t put this entire costume together for it to not be seen by every eye in the vicinity. Sound good?”