#veritasevent2

[ofcerelia]

“i swear to god,” her voice was an octave or two above what it usually was, a red solo cup dangling precariously from her loose grip, “if one more guy asks if i want to ride his pony, i’m using this thing as a bat.” though it was unclear whether or not she could actually follow through, given how protective she’d been of her substitute-bullseye toy so far. “i literally can’t believe ginuwine ruined my costume.” she clutched the snout of the toy with a quiet whine of agitation, head tilting back as she scuffed a boot against the floor. “like, let me be a good little yeehaw.” only then did she realize she hadn’t left room for any real response, head tilting as she tossed a glance to the person nearest to her, with an exasperated expression before taking another drink from her cup. “i mean, y’know? at least be more creative about it, or some shit.”

[virtuosiste]

poor thing, poor thing ━most of the times, in his life as a child prodigy shoved here and there and everywhere to perform like some kind of circus creature, he’s lacked of those little things that made a person’s life as relatively normal as possible. he’s lacked them, he’s feeling now awkward around their next stages ━never learning properly of a first crush or first kiss, hence the extreme lack of ease in walking through couples while trying to reach out of the heat of the party, wanting some air, some clarity on why on earth he decided to actually join instead of still being broken by worry and grief.

maybe because he envied them all, the people who managed to have the little boyfriends and girlfriends while he was devoting himself to instruments and notes. maybe because he wanted too a slice of that pie, and the crumbs weren’t even there for him to reach out. or maybe it was the stress talking, as malicious as ever ━making his hands tremble around his cup of beer that was losing its status as ‘fresh’, sitting down somewhere outside with his legs crossed and his face partially hidden by the hoodie of his yellow bunny kigurumi. maybe he should return home, it’s not like someone would notice him missing.

[nevaehporter]

it was no secret that partying wasn’t nevaeh’s thing. she had never even enjoyed birthday parties that much either when she was a child. her idea of a wild night was drinking a little too much wine and painting and maybe watching house hunters. college parties never seemed like something she would be too fond of, too many people who all seemed to be having the happy college experience that was so out of reach for her. every time she went to a party, it felt like she was just reminded about the life she didn’t have. the life where she could drink her cares away and be the sad party girl that everyone loved. but instead, she just felt like she was the sad sad girl that most people tolerated and some felt burdened by. the idea of going to a party made her want to crawl out of her skin and disappear. 

so it was probably a surprise when she showed up at the halloween party. and in costume too. decked out in earthy greens and browns, she opted to go as mother nature this year. the costume was homemade, all of nevaeh’s creativity on display as she wore vines like a sleeve and leaves like a crown. nothing encapsulated her spirit more than that of mother nature, the person who gives and gives and has so much to give but never asks for anything in return other than love and nourishment. nevaeh thought it was a little ironic, painfully so, that she was going as mother nature when mother nature’s life was at risk as they walked her land. maybe she and mother nature had more in common than she thought. 

of course, she had to be dragged by friends to go to the party. just like almost all other parties she had attended at the college. but she was still there. that had to count for something. she was tagging along just like she felt in life. just along for the ride, going through the motions. nevaeh didn’t know how to feel around parties after everything that had happened. she realized that some people viewed partying in the face of this tragedy was seen as a big ‘ fuck you ’ to the killer. but she just didn’t understand how people could compartmentalize their feelings like that. her feelings were all over the place about this party, and pretty much everything else. she wasn’t really sure why she was at this party when she was probably just going to stand in the corner or by the snacks the entire time.

entering the party, she was already shrinking herself, trying to make herself smaller. she never felt comfortable taking up space, she never really felt like she deserved to take up that much. despite her unique costume, she didn’t really want to bring attention to herself, having never been a fan of the spotlight. following her friend, she went straight to where the drinks were. she reasoned that if she was going to be at a party and try to be a normal college student ( whatever that means ) for once, she might as well have alcohol in her system. she might as well try to drink the pain away until she was numb like so many of her peers seemed to do. she poured herself a beer from the tap and took a sip. she grimaced at the taste. she remembered why she never drank beer in this moment. “why do we lie and say that beer tastes good?” she mumbled to no one in particular, just whoever happened to have the unfortunate circumstance of standing next to her at this moment.