#smrpevent

[alistair-garland-blog]

Alistair had been wondering about for sometime just waiting for the person with the key to his mask to find him and get this whole night over with. He'd been biting at his lip lightly from behind the mask out of a light nervousness, and he wasn't all to sure where it was he was meandering off to, but he didn't care. He was hoping that whoever the super was they wouldn't be cruel or anything. Pausing her looked about for a moment.

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[ancient-siren-lyric]

Lyric was lightly annoyed with this whole event, having not really been aware  his claim was going to be pulled out of his room in such a manner to be forced into this. He bit his bottom lip lightly as she moved about, the key in his hand so he could be ready to test it on a slave if he came across one. He wasn't looking all to hard though, just meandering about aimlessly.

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[ancient-rhea-blog]

Honestly, Rhea hadn't really thought that much on what she would wear for Halloween, completely forgetting about the holiday until she was given a key and the cookies from Quinn. That key gave her an idea though. She had enjoyed the Saw movies when they first came out and so just decided to go as Jigzaw since she didn't actually have a costume. She held up the key, asking the first person she saw once she finally made it to the event. "Do you want to play a game?" 

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[aliyah-black]

Aliyah had never been good with confined spaces. She had thought the cells were bad enough until the mask had been locked into place and she felt like she couldn't breath. It was become more and more claustrophobic the longer she had it on and it just reminded her of too much for her to stay calm. She was being an idiot, she knew she was and she took a shaky breath to try and steady herself a little. Honestly, she didn't care what happened next, as long as she could get this thing off as soon as possible. "Can i please just get this damn mask off already..." 

 graceful-vamp

[georgiasnothere]

Having heard a couple of hints of what the event would be — fuck it, anything approved and even possibly organized by Mr. Lewis wouldn't be enjoyable — she'd been sure not to be sober for it. Before two guards had dragged her from the suite, she'd sat around, taking shot after shot, smoking whatever she could find, anything to relieve the inevitable stress of what was to come.

It'd proved useful; now she found herself not really giving a shit about the whole thing for now. After she'd been dressed to the standard of the slaves and set to roam about the party, she found herself a remote corner to sulk in and entertain the hope that she wouldn't be found by whoever was supposed to.

[salem-richards-blog]

Salem had been stripped down to her underwear and was wearing some kind of fucked up mask which had been secured with locks and now she was at a party. Rather than feeling scared though she was just...resigned, plus, the anonymity of it left her feeling secure too. She wasn't her for a moment, she was a girl in a mask. She glanced around, taking everyone else in. Masks... that's got to be some sort of ironic comment... Halloween...It was fucking Halloween! She'd never really had any strong feelings towards this holiday, being called Salem she had her name joked about, of course. She glanced down at herself, "Well, let's get this party started."