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[diwyllianwrites]

With the kids at their grandparents’ place, Matías had happily jumped on the Halloween bandwagon happening around the town this evening. He and Silas had carefully put their tweaking heads together to come up with a good costume to wear -- eventually setting on an ever so beloved classic known as the Addams family. His own faint purple suit was one of few to stand out to him within the crowd of people, most of them blending together in a sea of dark hues or red violets. Oh well, his mind wasn’t with the party as of now anyway, having had his mental sensors aimed at the so-called trail of treats he had heard rumors about -- thus it wasn’t long before Matías turned his attention towards a person close by with a near childish stare. “Have you tried the trail of sweets yet? I kind of want to go... I just hope they don’t have any tasks that rely on colors. I’d be doomed.” 

[noravasquezz]

Running was all Nora had these days. Her doctors had told her on multiple occasion to go slow and take it easy, but Nora was never the one listen. Running was the only thing that connected to her old life, it reminded her of better days. Her leg throbbed as her sneakers collided harshly with the ground, but she pushed past the pain, it was a good thing she told her herself, a sign you still feel something. Most days she tried to numb that feeling, but today as she took to the streets of her hometown, she wanted to feel something, anything.

People stared but she didn’t hold their gaze. News traveled when she came back, but she drowned all their voices at the bottom of a bottle each night. It was her coping mechanism after all. But she ran today, away from her thoughts and away from the people who stared. Wind blew around her as she slowly picked up speed, feet hitting the pavement harder with each step until she couldn’t go any further. Her heartbeat pounded loud in her ears as she softly crashed  against a nearby wall, chest heaving up and down, desperate for air. She made it further than a couple weeks ago, it wasn’t much but it was progress.

As she brushed hair away from her face, she noticed a figure in her peripheral vision, “Been following me have you?” she asked out of breath.

[sensloanmcdowell-blog]

Sloan adjusted the glasses of her Velma Dinkley costume. Despite her age, Sloan was actually really into cartoons still. Scooby-Doo being her absolute favorite one in the world. Yeah, it was a very childish thing which was exactly why only her closest of friends knew about her but she didn’t care tonight. The pre-gaming drinking she did before the party having to do with some of it. She kept it light though (albeit a bit of a lovely buzz was humming in her head), making sure that she was sober enough that she wouldn’t cause a scene just in case any of her co-workers or reporters were there just waiting to get a jump on the next Headline. She sighed, taking a sip of the semi-crappy punch the party offered, it'll do for now she thought. Sloan swayed her hips lightly at the song playing, trying to get into the mood, hoping the night would pick up a bit. 

As the person approached her, she couldn’t help the giggle that slipped past her lips, “What on earth are you supposed to be?” She asked, taking another sip of her drink to sort of hide her laugh.