#p: lachlan

[ruairimcallisterx]

@lachandkcy

To say that Ruairi was a mess was an understatement of the century. He had never been around so much death and destruction. He had only learned that he was a banshee no more than five years ago and he never really went out of his way to find those who were dying or dead. Sure, when he sleepwalked, he tended to find them but it wasn't like he sought them out when he was conscious. So the fact that the was at this fair with just...death all around him, Ruairi was just...not himself. He felt nauseous.

Not to mention what had happened with Lark. He couldn't stop thinking about his boyfriend. He had no idea if he was going to be okay. Hayden had taken him somewhere and Ruairi tried to follow her but she was too fast for him. And honestly, he wouldn't be much help in that situation so it was probably for the best that he wasn't there. But right now, Ruairi didn't want to be alone. He was afraid and fear was never good for him.

The Irishman made his way back to the pastry stand and took a seat on the bench in front of it, placing his face in his hands. Suddenly, the nausea that Ruairi was feeling hit full force and he couldn't help but dry heave. He placed his forearms on his knees as he heaved for a few moments and once it passed he just placed his face back in his hands. What a terrible day.

[thedarkestpartofhollis]

@lachandkcy

Hollis should have known that coming to this fair was going to be a disaster. Why wouldn't it be? It was a bunch of supernaturals, all in one place, on Halloween. Just that phrase alone was enough to cause concern. There were so many red flags that had been going off in his head about this fair and yet, he ignored them all. How stupid was that? Hollis was a logical man and yet he ignored all the warning signs and still showed up. Hollis wanted to go on a date with Athena, and he did, and it was great. But then some crazed maniac showed up. But apparently, he wasn't the only one.

The fair was in absolute disarray and chaos. There were people running everywhere. Hollis didn't know where to go, who to see, what to do. At one point, he was with Athena and her sister, the next, he was by himself. He didn't take any offense to it. They had...familial things to do, he was sure.

It seemed that the initial chaos of the fair had ended, but now it was just the aftermath. The carnage. With his cane held tightly in his right hand, he wandered through the fairground, his blue eyes shifting around as he did so. Hollis just didn't know what to do. He felt extremely helpless and that was something he hated. Approaching a guy that he thought seemed...generally alright, he cleared his throat quietly and spoke up, "Sorry to be abrupt but what the fuck just happened?" He asked, his head shaking a bit.

[gabecabrera]

Life's a Drag | Gabe & Lachlan

The dress was tight--it filled out more than it used to. His stomach, and especially his arms, had struggled to fit through the tight, glittering gold fabric. He'd even tried padding his chest, but it threatened to tear the ensemble apart. The pads on his thighs, though, fit snug against the leggings. Gabe Cabrera hadn't done drag in nearly a year, and it showed. His hairline wasn't perfect, the edging on his makeup a little bit sloppy, and when he looked himself over in the mirror, he felt like an amateur again. He'd never been particularly good at the craft, but he'd been better than this.

Still. Something told him precision wasn't the key tonight, especially when the main event would be happening earlier in the evening than he was used to.

Last came the shoes. Luckily his feet hadn't stretched in very long, so the heels still fit, though his balance was a little wobbly. One final look in the mirror convinced him that he looked a bloody fool, but he left his bedroom anyway. He hadn't been at the Manor very long, but already he knew the way through the corridors. This walk was more embarrassing though. He was always embarrassed being in drag outside of a club, though he'd been assured the prying eyes in the hallway weren't quick to judge. Gabe still made a beeline for the member's door, standing with a quiet sigh before knocking.

Licking his lips, tasting the lipstick he'd applied, Gabriel Cabrera mentally prepared himself for what was going to bring back a lot of memories -- some good, some neutral, but mostly the bad.