Winona
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apolla
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coded by weldherwings.
apolla
❛ it's only love, nobody dies ❜
coded by weldherwings.
hery
the fool
coded by natasha.
Kidzait
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Poppy
Penelope Vargus was keeping to herself in the backseat of her friend's 1999 Honda accord as the two boys in the front seat chattered away excitedly about the upcoming night. Poppy was hardly listening as she looked out the window, watching groups of kids dart from house to house wearing colorful costumes. It was wild to to think that less than five years ago was the last time she went out with her friends to steal mailboxes and egg houses. She wished she knew that would be her last youthful Halloween.
They always say that Halloween only gets more fun as you get older and, as far as Poppy could tell, this was true. Last year was the first year she went out with her friends to a party. Telling her parents she was staying at her friend's for the holiday and skipping off to some kid's parents' house to get drunk and high with her graduating class. She had gone dressed as something large and complected the year before and regretted it after the first drink. Being a realistic biblical angel to be edgy was only a good idea on paper.
She learned her lesson this year. She opted to dress up as a "Woman in a 1920's silent movie". She was dressed in a long, black evening gown with a oversize string of pearls danging from her neck. All exposed patch of sin had lovingly been painted and sealed a warm grey and her makeup was monochromatic. She wore a small black beret to keep her knot of hair contained and concealed, her red hair standing out shockingly against all the black and white. On the seat next to her sat a small chalkboard with the word "Happy Halloween" scratched on the front. She had a piece of chalk on a string so she could change the message though out the night.
"WELL! I don't know where you heard-"
"David told me. I told you he told me at lunch yesterday. He told me that he heard that she was caught in a very risky position with Sarah G.
"That makes less sense! She would have told me if she played for both teams. Can you believe that Poppy?" The boy in the passenger seat dressed in a dark blue plumber outfit turned around to ask Poppy about their conversation.
Poppy started at him in silence, trying to piece together exactly what he was asking. Before she could, however, he chimed back in.
"Stop with the silent movie schick, it got old in your driveway "
Poppy clutched her chest dramatically with a delicate white glove, "Well first off; fuck you, I'm hilarious. Second; I don't even know what bullshittery we are talking about."
The blonde, who is named Colin, rolled his eyes at her melodramatic tone, "Never mind. Thinking about your UFO sighting? I'm telling you Pops, you could make some cash if you go to the news with your 'lights in the sky' story."
Poppy rolled her eyes. Of course she had heard about the shower. A ton of the weird people she hangs around loves that kind of space junk.
"Yeah yeah. whatever. I'm just going to assume weird stuff like that happens in the sky from time to time, why else would UFO sightings be a thing since, like, 1960?" she asked, not really giving an answer.
She remembered the lights in the sky alright. She felt like she had a front row seat to it all being on her friends roof and all. They had been smoking and fooling around for most of the night when he had fallen asleep. Poppy sat outside his window to have a cigarette when it had began. It was mesmerizing and alarming with the intensity and suddenness of the lights in the sky. Some seemed close enough for her to be able to touch.
The conversation continued to go nowhere all the way up to the street Kash lived on. Already there were a ton of cars lining both sides of the residential streets already so the trio had to park a few blocks away. Poppy didn't mind the walk, it gave her time to get the feel of her costume. so far, her "lazy' approach was working, she was comfortable despite the chill in the air.
The party was going well so far. The party hadn't been shut down yet and Colin and his boyfriend had already melded with the crowd crammed into this kid's house. Poppy had a good buzz going and had already sold a few pre rolls to a few regulars. Weed was legal and all but the age restriction meant that Poppy could take advantage of her older friends and her niche market she has carved out. She had a few more fun things stashed in her little bat backpack but those were not a way to open a party.
Poppy refilled her beer and made her way towards the rear of the house. She was overdue for a nicotine fix and the back porch was calling her name. The Monster Mash became muted as she shut the door behind her. There were a few others scattered around the back yard in small groups. No one looked up when she came out of the house. Poppy rummaged through her bag until she found her pack of cigarettes and put one between her lips. Sparking it with her lighter, she caught a wispy movement out of the corner of her eye. She glanced to her left quickly only to find a loose tangle of red hair had escaped it's bobby pin prison. It was strange though, Poppy could have swore that it was a prominent plume of navy blue smoke she had seen. Furrowing her brow, she tucked the loose hair back under her hat and puffed on her cigarette thoughtfully.
Location: Kash's house
Mood: Happy?....that can't be right...
Interaction: No thank you (open)
Mood: Happy?....that can't be right...
Interaction: No thank you (open)
Penelope Vargus was keeping to herself in the backseat of her friend's 1999 Honda accord as the two boys in the front seat chattered away excitedly about the upcoming night. Poppy was hardly listening as she looked out the window, watching groups of kids dart from house to house wearing colorful costumes. It was wild to to think that less than five years ago was the last time she went out with her friends to steal mailboxes and egg houses. She wished she knew that would be her last youthful Halloween.
They always say that Halloween only gets more fun as you get older and, as far as Poppy could tell, this was true. Last year was the first year she went out with her friends to a party. Telling her parents she was staying at her friend's for the holiday and skipping off to some kid's parents' house to get drunk and high with her graduating class. She had gone dressed as something large and complected the year before and regretted it after the first drink. Being a realistic biblical angel to be edgy was only a good idea on paper.
She learned her lesson this year. She opted to dress up as a "Woman in a 1920's silent movie". She was dressed in a long, black evening gown with a oversize string of pearls danging from her neck. All exposed patch of sin had lovingly been painted and sealed a warm grey and her makeup was monochromatic. She wore a small black beret to keep her knot of hair contained and concealed, her red hair standing out shockingly against all the black and white. On the seat next to her sat a small chalkboard with the word "Happy Halloween" scratched on the front. She had a piece of chalk on a string so she could change the message though out the night.
"WELL! I don't know where you heard-"
"David told me. I told you he told me at lunch yesterday. He told me that he heard that she was caught in a very risky position with Sarah G.
"That makes less sense! She would have told me if she played for both teams. Can you believe that Poppy?" The boy in the passenger seat dressed in a dark blue plumber outfit turned around to ask Poppy about their conversation.
Poppy started at him in silence, trying to piece together exactly what he was asking. Before she could, however, he chimed back in.
"Stop with the silent movie schick, it got old in your driveway "
Poppy clutched her chest dramatically with a delicate white glove, "Well first off; fuck you, I'm hilarious. Second; I don't even know what bullshittery we are talking about."
The blonde, who is named Colin, rolled his eyes at her melodramatic tone, "Never mind. Thinking about your UFO sighting? I'm telling you Pops, you could make some cash if you go to the news with your 'lights in the sky' story."
Poppy rolled her eyes. Of course she had heard about the shower. A ton of the weird people she hangs around loves that kind of space junk.
"Yeah yeah. whatever. I'm just going to assume weird stuff like that happens in the sky from time to time, why else would UFO sightings be a thing since, like, 1960?" she asked, not really giving an answer.
She remembered the lights in the sky alright. She felt like she had a front row seat to it all being on her friends roof and all. They had been smoking and fooling around for most of the night when he had fallen asleep. Poppy sat outside his window to have a cigarette when it had began. It was mesmerizing and alarming with the intensity and suddenness of the lights in the sky. Some seemed close enough for her to be able to touch.
The conversation continued to go nowhere all the way up to the street Kash lived on. Already there were a ton of cars lining both sides of the residential streets already so the trio had to park a few blocks away. Poppy didn't mind the walk, it gave her time to get the feel of her costume. so far, her "lazy' approach was working, she was comfortable despite the chill in the air.
The party was going well so far. The party hadn't been shut down yet and Colin and his boyfriend had already melded with the crowd crammed into this kid's house. Poppy had a good buzz going and had already sold a few pre rolls to a few regulars. Weed was legal and all but the age restriction meant that Poppy could take advantage of her older friends and her niche market she has carved out. She had a few more fun things stashed in her little bat backpack but those were not a way to open a party.
Poppy refilled her beer and made her way towards the rear of the house. She was overdue for a nicotine fix and the back porch was calling her name. The Monster Mash became muted as she shut the door behind her. There were a few others scattered around the back yard in small groups. No one looked up when she came out of the house. Poppy rummaged through her bag until she found her pack of cigarettes and put one between her lips. Sparking it with her lighter, she caught a wispy movement out of the corner of her eye. She glanced to her left quickly only to find a loose tangle of red hair had escaped it's bobby pin prison. It was strange though, Poppy could have swore that it was a prominent plume of navy blue smoke she had seen. Furrowing her brow, she tucked the loose hair back under her hat and puffed on her cigarette thoughtfully.
Ch3rryBlossom28
Ice Queen
Mi-Young Park
Interactions:
Winona
(connor)
ohdittoh
(sam)
Mi-Young took this time to see who had shown up to the party. There were people she saw around school that she vaguely recognized. Then of course, there were the people she saw all the time, or well used to see all the time. Aria and indigo were chatting it up, clearly judging people. She assumed they were judges for the costume contest but they could just be judging people. Angie was here as well. She hadn't spoken to the girl after her powers manifested. It was good because Mi-Young would have accidentally outed her self around the girl.
As Mi-Young continued to look around a male voice called her name, one she recognized instantly and a smiled form on her lips. Of course there was Connor. She had a crush on the boy for who knows how long. The one true downside of this whole powers thing was that she hadn't really seen him at all the past few weeks. Did he think it was weird? She really hopped not. She brushed some stray hairs out of her face before walking towards Connor who was currently saying something to a boy next to him. Mi-Young actually didn't know who he was. Why it surprised her she had no idea. There were a lot of people she refused to talk to just on status alone.
As she walked over her gaze mostly stayed on Connor. It was only when she got closer that she finally took a good look at the boy next to him. She had to admit he was kind of cute, of course no where near as cute as Connor though. Once the boy opened her mouth, well, he lost anything he had going for him. The smile slipped from her face as an awkward one replaced it. Between the not confidant introduction, along with the lips the fake teeth gave him. Just no.
Though after the introduction she did realize who he was and had to refrain her self from laughing. She this was the guy all those memes were made of? Mi-Young cleared her throat before speaking. "Mi-Young Park." With that she turned to look back at Connor, her normal, sweet, smile coming back. "It's been a while. I hope you don't think I'm personally avoiding you. You know how life gets sometimes."
Interactions:
Winona
(connor)
ohdittoh
(sam)Mi-Young took this time to see who had shown up to the party. There were people she saw around school that she vaguely recognized. Then of course, there were the people she saw all the time, or well used to see all the time. Aria and indigo were chatting it up, clearly judging people. She assumed they were judges for the costume contest but they could just be judging people. Angie was here as well. She hadn't spoken to the girl after her powers manifested. It was good because Mi-Young would have accidentally outed her self around the girl.
As Mi-Young continued to look around a male voice called her name, one she recognized instantly and a smiled form on her lips. Of course there was Connor. She had a crush on the boy for who knows how long. The one true downside of this whole powers thing was that she hadn't really seen him at all the past few weeks. Did he think it was weird? She really hopped not. She brushed some stray hairs out of her face before walking towards Connor who was currently saying something to a boy next to him. Mi-Young actually didn't know who he was. Why it surprised her she had no idea. There were a lot of people she refused to talk to just on status alone.
As she walked over her gaze mostly stayed on Connor. It was only when she got closer that she finally took a good look at the boy next to him. She had to admit he was kind of cute, of course no where near as cute as Connor though. Once the boy opened her mouth, well, he lost anything he had going for him. The smile slipped from her face as an awkward one replaced it. Between the not confidant introduction, along with the lips the fake teeth gave him. Just no.
Though after the introduction she did realize who he was and had to refrain her self from laughing. She this was the guy all those memes were made of? Mi-Young cleared her throat before speaking. "Mi-Young Park." With that she turned to look back at Connor, her normal, sweet, smile coming back. "It's been a while. I hope you don't think I'm personally avoiding you. You know how life gets sometimes."
mikaluvkitties
Professional Unicorn Lover
TANIS KETTERING
To say Tanis adored Halloween was an understatement. There was just something about the community of it- The chance to dress up and eat candy and feel like everyone was on the same page as her for once.
Parties, though… Parties weren’t really Tanis’s thing. The music wasn’t what she was used to listening to, and she much preferred small gatherings, with a focus on what was being said, bouncing off each other as they shared and, well, vibed.
A couple of friends and their thoughts- That was really all she needed.
And, she guessed, for her classmates to see her kick-ass costume.
Cosmo and Tanis had been working on their costumes for months- Selecting fabric, accessories, sewing it all together. And now, they were fully formed.
Her only article of clothing, white and frankly monstrous outside of this particular costume, draped down from her arms to the floor, dividing only to provide two leg holes, hanging loose against her and hiding her arms well enough when she held them close. Compared to most days, there was minimal jewelry, almost all of which was watermelon themed. Most striking of all were her eyes, the entirety of the sockets done in black and paired with sclera covers.
The two of them were a pair of Fresno nightcrawlers, and by god were they rocking it.
Her and Cosmo had been late, but it was worth it for the greasy diner dinner they’d stopped for before coming. It had been a valuable moment to prepare herself and get in some conversation and jokes.
As they entered, she slid in her pair of earbuds, swaying along to the music Cosmo had prepared for the night as she looked to them, raising an eyebrow.
Taelonthesands
Tell the Tale that Brings you Joy
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mogy
your mom's friend
atticus bailey
"Mom!!" The blonde boy shouted at the top of his lungs, hoping that his mom would hear him, or at least that the volume of his voice would make it impossible for his mom to pretend not to have heard it, but like expected, there wasn't a response. He was already late for the party as it was, and even though he wasn't much of a party person, where else would a teenager spend his Halloween if not uncomfortably standing in the corner of a room looking for somebody to talk to while all the extroverts danced and had actual fun. He couldn't possibly be late for that.
"Ugh, MOM!" The boy yelled again, obviously irritated, already making his way down the staircase, knowing that if his mom didn't respond to the first yell, she wouldn't respond at all unless he went into the living room and talked to her there. Lazy bitch.
"Have you seen my golden crown thingy? You know, for the costume?" The shrug of the shoulders and an unsure look the lady laying on the couch gave was pretty much a response enough, to which Atticus loudly sighed before making his way back up the stairs, his eyes showcasing a mixture of both irritation and concern as they searched for any kind of a shimmer—hopefully one which could've come from a golden crown thingy. He couldn't really be Julius Ceasar without the crown, as he would then just be a guy who didn't know how to put on a scarf properly, and he already went through that whole mess in middle school, so unless he wanted to have a mental breakdown, he absolutely needed the infamously mentioned golden crown thingy.
Fast forward a few minutes and about 689 loud sighs later, and the golden crown thingy had been found under a bunch of dirty clothes that were adequately placed on top of a chair in Atti's room, meaning that the blonde boy was officially ready to go to the party and be socially awkward like he always dreamed of being, which was exactly what he did when he eventually got to the party.
People around him were talking, the music was blasting, and Atti was slowly fading into the background, leaning against a wall overlooking the drinks table, a plastic cup of some alcoholic drink in his hand. He would've continued to do so, tapping his foot ever so slightly to the booming music until he felt he could go home and justify that as being social, but he couldn't keep his mouth shut as a guy came up to the table, practically filling up his own bottle with vodka before taking a sip, not even mixing it with any kind of juice.
"How can you drink that? Like, is everything alright at home?" The blonde boy joked, hoping that the guy in front of him wouldn't take it as an insult because that did happen quite often, and it did usually leave Atti in awkward situations he had trouble getting out of.
"Ugh, MOM!" The boy yelled again, obviously irritated, already making his way down the staircase, knowing that if his mom didn't respond to the first yell, she wouldn't respond at all unless he went into the living room and talked to her there. Lazy bitch.
"Have you seen my golden crown thingy? You know, for the costume?" The shrug of the shoulders and an unsure look the lady laying on the couch gave was pretty much a response enough, to which Atticus loudly sighed before making his way back up the stairs, his eyes showcasing a mixture of both irritation and concern as they searched for any kind of a shimmer—hopefully one which could've come from a golden crown thingy. He couldn't really be Julius Ceasar without the crown, as he would then just be a guy who didn't know how to put on a scarf properly, and he already went through that whole mess in middle school, so unless he wanted to have a mental breakdown, he absolutely needed the infamously mentioned golden crown thingy.
Fast forward a few minutes and about 689 loud sighs later, and the golden crown thingy had been found under a bunch of dirty clothes that were adequately placed on top of a chair in Atti's room, meaning that the blonde boy was officially ready to go to the party and be socially awkward like he always dreamed of being, which was exactly what he did when he eventually got to the party.
People around him were talking, the music was blasting, and Atti was slowly fading into the background, leaning against a wall overlooking the drinks table, a plastic cup of some alcoholic drink in his hand. He would've continued to do so, tapping his foot ever so slightly to the booming music until he felt he could go home and justify that as being social, but he couldn't keep his mouth shut as a guy came up to the table, practically filling up his own bottle with vodka before taking a sip, not even mixing it with any kind of juice.
"How can you drink that? Like, is everything alright at home?" The blonde boy joked, hoping that the guy in front of him wouldn't take it as an insult because that did happen quite often, and it did usually leave Atti in awkward situations he had trouble getting out of.
feeling a wall up
happy because he found his golden crown thingy
julius caesar type of getup
hery
(Lex)coded by natasha.
Ch3rryBlossom28
Ice Queen
Amelia Glass
Interaction: open
Amelia had to go to this party. Emphases on had. She wasn't exactly a party person and she would rather be at home working out or sleeping. The only reason she was here was because her senses went off like crazy at school and she knew the people who had the powers would be here. What she was going to do about it she had no idea. Sure she could handle them hand to hand but hell, if they knew how to control their powers she was kind of useless. Amelia wished they would send her back up or something but no.
Amelia pulled up to the house. Well as close to the house as she could. Getting out of the car, she padded her dress to get the wrinkles out, and flung her long hair over her shoulder. People started at her with open mouths and she knew exactly why. Amelia loved and hated that she looked exactly like the actress Emilia Clarke. She loved it because it she could use it to her advantage to get free stuff. The downside was she had to deal with so many people coming up to her for autographs. Tonight didn't help because she decided to dress up as Daenerys from Game of Thrones.
Walking into the house, no one paid attention to her. Kids were either drunk or just too busy parting. Amelia's eyes darted around. They landed on the people who were glowing to her eyes. Some were a little bit brighter than others. At this point in time she had a theory as to why. That theory being maybe those with a brighter light had a stronger grip on their powers? Or maybe they knew about them while the duller ones didn't?
Amelia wasn't planning on drinking but she couldn't help her self when she reached the table. She regretted it the instant she got there. She had caught some guy's eyes as they tried to come up and flirt with her. She rolled her eyes and politely told them she wasn't interested but when they wouldn't back off and actually went to touch her, she grabbed their wrist and snapped it back causing a yelp in pain to come out of the boy's mouth. "Try and touch me again it will be a lot worse." With that she released him and he hissed in pain and backed away, cursing loudly. What a great way to start the evening. She sighed.
Amelia had to go to this party. Emphases on had. She wasn't exactly a party person and she would rather be at home working out or sleeping. The only reason she was here was because her senses went off like crazy at school and she knew the people who had the powers would be here. What she was going to do about it she had no idea. Sure she could handle them hand to hand but hell, if they knew how to control their powers she was kind of useless. Amelia wished they would send her back up or something but no.
Amelia pulled up to the house. Well as close to the house as she could. Getting out of the car, she padded her dress to get the wrinkles out, and flung her long hair over her shoulder. People started at her with open mouths and she knew exactly why. Amelia loved and hated that she looked exactly like the actress Emilia Clarke. She loved it because it she could use it to her advantage to get free stuff. The downside was she had to deal with so many people coming up to her for autographs. Tonight didn't help because she decided to dress up as Daenerys from Game of Thrones.
Walking into the house, no one paid attention to her. Kids were either drunk or just too busy parting. Amelia's eyes darted around. They landed on the people who were glowing to her eyes. Some were a little bit brighter than others. At this point in time she had a theory as to why. That theory being maybe those with a brighter light had a stronger grip on their powers? Or maybe they knew about them while the duller ones didn't?
Amelia wasn't planning on drinking but she couldn't help her self when she reached the table. She regretted it the instant she got there. She had caught some guy's eyes as they tried to come up and flirt with her. She rolled her eyes and politely told them she wasn't interested but when they wouldn't back off and actually went to touch her, she grabbed their wrist and snapped it back causing a yelp in pain to come out of the boy's mouth. "Try and touch me again it will be a lot worse." With that she released him and he hissed in pain and backed away, cursing loudly. What a great way to start the evening. She sighed.
hery
the fool
coded by natasha.
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hery
the fool
coded by natasha.
Kidzait
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Poppy
Poppy watched the cherry of her flicked cigarette soar across the host's backyard. She briefly felt a pang of guilt when he imagined the parents discovering the butt while gardening or whatever. Usually, she was a little better about littering. Attempting to have the outward persona of an aloof anarchist was difficult when you cared about the planet. Oh well. There was no way she was going to go stomping around the flowerbeds in the dark looking for her cigarette butt. Poppy grabbed her silent movie sign from the porch and headed back into the heart of the party.
Once inside, Poppy paused in the doorway to take in the student body crammed into this house. The party seemed to be in full Halloween swing. Skeletons were fortnite dancing with vampires and slutty firefighters were on beer pong teams with slutty math professors. Poppy loved this time of year and she was happy she finally grew out of the "destroy shit and huff paint" phase of Halloween celebration. Her parents told her that there were points in her life that were going to slowly make her feel more like an adult. This defiantly felt like one of those times, she was changing, she was less than one year from college and couldn't wait to see who would come out the other side.
Poppy finally closed the door behind her and dove into the crowd. It looked like tons of people spent a lot of time on their costumes. Poppy briefly remembered that there was a costume contest happening some time that night. She thought about entering up until she passed someone in full medusa gettup and a pair dressed as some ghost pants. There was no way her costume, which was literally designed to blend in and keep her from talking to people, would win against some of the peacocking going on tonight.
Poppy finally squeezed into the kitchen and glanced around.
Perfect she thought as her gaze leveled on a small black coffee maker tucked away behind a stack of pizza boxes. She didn't waste time finding the host of the party. Coffee was basically free, right? She filled the glass pot with water and dumped it in the basin. While it was warming up, she started going through cabinets liked she did this every morning. She was grateful that her gray facepaint was still sealed. It would be a shame if she started marking everything she touched with monochromatic streaks.
As the coffee pot dripped and filled the kitchen with it's warm aroma, Poppy flipped through the pizza boxes in search for something to snack on. For the most part, she was ignoring the people around her. She leaned against the counter with her successfully scrounged piece of pizza, munching on it thoughtfully while she waited for her coffee to be done. She saddled back and passively eavesdropped on the groups around her.
Location: Kash's house
Mood: Playful
Interaction: still no thank you (open)
Mood: Playful
Interaction: still no thank you (open)
Poppy watched the cherry of her flicked cigarette soar across the host's backyard. She briefly felt a pang of guilt when he imagined the parents discovering the butt while gardening or whatever. Usually, she was a little better about littering. Attempting to have the outward persona of an aloof anarchist was difficult when you cared about the planet. Oh well. There was no way she was going to go stomping around the flowerbeds in the dark looking for her cigarette butt. Poppy grabbed her silent movie sign from the porch and headed back into the heart of the party.
Once inside, Poppy paused in the doorway to take in the student body crammed into this house. The party seemed to be in full Halloween swing. Skeletons were fortnite dancing with vampires and slutty firefighters were on beer pong teams with slutty math professors. Poppy loved this time of year and she was happy she finally grew out of the "destroy shit and huff paint" phase of Halloween celebration. Her parents told her that there were points in her life that were going to slowly make her feel more like an adult. This defiantly felt like one of those times, she was changing, she was less than one year from college and couldn't wait to see who would come out the other side.
Poppy finally closed the door behind her and dove into the crowd. It looked like tons of people spent a lot of time on their costumes. Poppy briefly remembered that there was a costume contest happening some time that night. She thought about entering up until she passed someone in full medusa gettup and a pair dressed as some ghost pants. There was no way her costume, which was literally designed to blend in and keep her from talking to people, would win against some of the peacocking going on tonight.
Poppy finally squeezed into the kitchen and glanced around.
Perfect she thought as her gaze leveled on a small black coffee maker tucked away behind a stack of pizza boxes. She didn't waste time finding the host of the party. Coffee was basically free, right? She filled the glass pot with water and dumped it in the basin. While it was warming up, she started going through cabinets liked she did this every morning. She was grateful that her gray facepaint was still sealed. It would be a shame if she started marking everything she touched with monochromatic streaks.
As the coffee pot dripped and filled the kitchen with it's warm aroma, Poppy flipped through the pizza boxes in search for something to snack on. For the most part, she was ignoring the people around her. She leaned against the counter with her successfully scrounged piece of pizza, munching on it thoughtfully while she waited for her coffee to be done. She saddled back and passively eavesdropped on the groups around her.
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mogy
your mom's friend
atticus bailey
A smile was plastered on Atti's face as the boy in front of him stumbled to find normalcy in the sea of awkwardness he obviously managed to fall in, and while Atti would never make somebody else uncomfortable on purpose because he knew how it felt, the promise of not being the most awkward one in a conversation was giving him a sense of some newly-found power; hence, the smile.
It was only after a few seconds of incredibly delicate silence that the other blonde boy finally spoke. Oh, and he didn't just speak—he told a whole novel, a sequel, a Netflix adaptation, and the reviews on RottenTomatoes.com, which didn't only surprise Atticus, but actually made him chuckle a little, not knowing if the other boy was just being a comedic king, or if he was actually being dead serious. Whichever it was, however, Atticus was 100% invested. After all, it wasn't every day that R2-D2 unloaded all of his worries and problems on you after you showed worry about his potential drinking problem.
"Well, first of all, um, calm down Abel, because I'm pretty sure that if your brother did come to the party, he came to have fun, not to 'plot something seriously dangerous against you'. And secondly, drinking cranberry vodka is better than drinking plain vodka, simply because I'm not the one who is gonna be Woody Harrelsoning in about two minutes' time." He said, a chuckle escaping his mouth here and there as he looked at the almost empty plastic bottle of vodka the boy poured himself virtually minutes ago.
He was actually doing pretty good at this whole socializing thing when he wasn't worried about being the most awkward person there. Now, if only everybody could've been as awkward as the guy standing in front of him making Atti seem almost normal in comparison. "I'm Atti, by the way." He said, offering his hand for the stranger to shake, hoping that he would introduce himself as well, otherwise Atti would simply have to continue to call him Abel, and that's like the one name worse than Atticus.
It was only after a few seconds of incredibly delicate silence that the other blonde boy finally spoke. Oh, and he didn't just speak—he told a whole novel, a sequel, a Netflix adaptation, and the reviews on RottenTomatoes.com, which didn't only surprise Atticus, but actually made him chuckle a little, not knowing if the other boy was just being a comedic king, or if he was actually being dead serious. Whichever it was, however, Atticus was 100% invested. After all, it wasn't every day that R2-D2 unloaded all of his worries and problems on you after you showed worry about his potential drinking problem.
"Well, first of all, um, calm down Abel, because I'm pretty sure that if your brother did come to the party, he came to have fun, not to 'plot something seriously dangerous against you'. And secondly, drinking cranberry vodka is better than drinking plain vodka, simply because I'm not the one who is gonna be Woody Harrelsoning in about two minutes' time." He said, a chuckle escaping his mouth here and there as he looked at the almost empty plastic bottle of vodka the boy poured himself virtually minutes ago.
He was actually doing pretty good at this whole socializing thing when he wasn't worried about being the most awkward person there. Now, if only everybody could've been as awkward as the guy standing in front of him making Atti seem almost normal in comparison. "I'm Atti, by the way." He said, offering his hand for the stranger to shake, hoping that he would introduce himself as well, otherwise Atti would simply have to continue to call him Abel, and that's like the one name worse than Atticus.
feeling a wall up
excited to be rocking this socializing thing
julius caesar type of getup
hery
(Lex)coded by natasha.
beeswaxie
livin’ la vida loca
coded by weldherwings.
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fin
"all i do is finesse, man."
coded by weldherwings.
mikaluvkitties
Professional Unicorn Lover
TANIS KETTERING
Really, being pulled to the side by your best friend while you both listened to the same music was a pretty great start to the party tonight. She scrolled through Twitter, smirking to herself when Cosmo responded at the same time as her. Typical. Funny, but typical.
She glanced up from her phone as Cosmo spoke, tilting her head thoughtfully as she gave the room a once over, mouth ticking down as she did.
Tanis really did try to reserve judgement- Really! This was just what some people liked, and that was fine- but Halloween was her favorite holiday, and she couldn’t help an ache of disappointment edging into flat out disgust as she looked over the costumes.
“They’re boring. They’re really boring.”
She kept looking, then paused, a smirk growing on her face as she looked straight at someone wearing fairy wings.
“Most of them are really boring.” She bumped against Cosmo. “Halloween hasn't been entirely defiled.”
hery
the fool
coded by natasha.
mogy
your mom's friend
atticus bailey
You know, it was kind of weird that the stranger, who Atti now knew went by the name Lex, probably short of Alex (but could've also been that his parents were huge Superman fans), observed Atti's hand quite thoroughly before deciding not to shake it. Something told him that finger guns were the appropriate choice in the situation, but that something was obviously setting him up to fail in not being awkward. However, who knew, maybe the boy had athlete's foot on his hands and was being a responsible citizen, making sure not to spread it to others. We will never know.
Atti put his hands in his pockets, still leaning against the wall which, after all of the years of doing basically the same thing, started to become quite comfortable. Lex was about to say something, presumably uncomfortably and unusually, but a gorgeous girl approached the two boys, and all Atti could conjure up in his mind was 'fuck', which he, of course, didn't say out loud.
It was like somebody broke the positive eggshell of confidence that surrounded the blonde boy and made him into scrambled eggs with extra virgin olive oil (which tastes absolutely awful, by the way). The girl seemed very confident and not at all awkward, unlike her acquaintance, but the positive attitude which shined off of her did give Atticus some relief that maybe she wasn't one of those people who would judge him when he made a bad joke. Of course, some people post your awful joke on Twitter and make fun of you, but maybe that wouldn't with this girl.
"Hi, uh, Eve? I'm Atti." He put a smile on his face for the girl, this time not offering his hand for the other person to shake, seeing that didn't go all too well the first time. "And, the party, yeah, we're partying, being real party animals, I guess."
Atti put his hands in his pockets, still leaning against the wall which, after all of the years of doing basically the same thing, started to become quite comfortable. Lex was about to say something, presumably uncomfortably and unusually, but a gorgeous girl approached the two boys, and all Atti could conjure up in his mind was 'fuck', which he, of course, didn't say out loud.
It was like somebody broke the positive eggshell of confidence that surrounded the blonde boy and made him into scrambled eggs with extra virgin olive oil (which tastes absolutely awful, by the way). The girl seemed very confident and not at all awkward, unlike her acquaintance, but the positive attitude which shined off of her did give Atticus some relief that maybe she wasn't one of those people who would judge him when he made a bad joke. Of course, some people post your awful joke on Twitter and make fun of you, but maybe that wouldn't with this girl.
"Hi, uh, Eve? I'm Atti." He put a smile on his face for the girl, this time not offering his hand for the other person to shake, seeing that didn't go all too well the first time. "And, the party, yeah, we're partying, being real party animals, I guess."
coded by natasha.
beeswaxie
livin’ la vida loca
coded by weldherwings.
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Taelonthesands
Tell the Tale that Brings you Joy
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apolla
❛ it's only love, nobody dies ❜
coded by weldherwings.
Winona
No, I don't have too many characters.
code by @fudgecakez
Aria
beeswaxie
livin’ la vida loca
coded by weldherwings.
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