#o.event04

[containatrocity]

"You wanna get outta my way, little fella, or am I gonna hafta move you myself?" The question is playful, for now, the man asking stood with broad arms wrapped in bandage and barb wire crossed across his chest- bare and muscled, his costume doesn't communicate particularly well this way, distressed apron slung low on his waist, headpiece and sword abandoned. "Been standin' there slack-jawed staring at a pumpkin for 20 minutes- At first I was just gonna shove you out of the way but then I was curious to see exactly how long a little happy face on a gourd was gonna keep your fuckin attention- it was too long. Move."

@endlessreruns

[containatrocity]

"You know, girl, when you mentioned that these people hadn't seen the light, I fully assumed you meant with your intentions." October Roulette cuts a terrifying figure normally, but like this, muscles bared and carrying himself at full height- it's almost odd to see him gently handing Quinn a candied apple and a cup of cocoa, patting her shoulder before taking a post just off to her side. "Snacks. No point in letting the treats go to waste." He sparks up the end of a cigarette for himself, blue eyes combing the masses. "Look at them. A sea of absolute dipshits, fodder for the grinder, and they're having a pumpkin contest..." He scoffs. "I saw you and your little friend earlier, Jane, is it? She one of yours, then?" Hopefully more tolerable than the rest.

@ambercast