Realistic or Modern 𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕟𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥 𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕣𝕤 𝕗𝕖𝕝𝕝 -- a powers rp (open!)

[Winona]

Everything was normal in the sleepy town of Wilmont, Washington, nestled next to the ocean.

Until the night stars started falling.

At least, that's the best thing that the few people who witnessed it can say. One night, some of them saw glowing orbs that drifted from the night sky but were gone as quickly as they had appeared. Most summed it up to a weird dream, or maybe a trick of a light.

That is, until they discovered that they could do things. Unexplainable things. Like heroes from comic books and movies, some of them now possessed powers that they didn't understand. But they all thought one thing.

They were alone.

And then people started disappearing. One day, they would be there, living life normally and the next? Their house would be up for sale, everything gone, and there was always some kind of story. Mr. Jefferson had to go help his sick mother. The O'Brien's father found a better job out East.

Sure, there were whispers about what was happening, but nothing concrete. No one knew for sure and no one wanted to make wild guesses, so it was kept secret.

But just like everything in this world, nothing can remain secret forever.

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Hey, everyone! So this is an rp that is about Wilmont, Washington where some high schoolers realize that they have unexplainable powers. Between trying to solve where the people are going and how to control their newfound players and, of course, trying to navigate who they can trust to keep the secret.

Not everyone in this rp will have powers, though. Some people didn't see the stars and weren't granted powers.

The basic rules are:
-- @Emolga and I are the co-gms.
-- Powers have limits.
-- Literacy is important! Just asking for at least two-three paragraphs, a few lines each.
-- This is high school based, so all characters should be of high school age.
-- All OOC will be done over Discord.​

 

[Winona]

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Aria

"C'mon you stupid... just do the thing." She grumbled to herself as she took in a deep breath, shook her hands, and then tried once more to do the thing. That thing, of course, being the whole summoning light thing that she had somehow started doing and was still confused as to how it had happened. All she could think of was that night she had saw that weird glowing orb. It was similar to the light that she could now create with her hands.

Another little ball of light formed between her hands and she smiled but didn't relish long in this accomplishment. She was then trying to make it bigger and trying to form it into something. All Aria wanted to do was make it a little sharper, but she couldn't get it to work. That was fine. With a huff, she threw the ball away from her towards the tree that she had picked for target practice today. It shot from her hands but soon fizzled out and disappeared from view before it could even get close to the tree.The smile fell from her face and she let out a scream of frustration.

She was still cussing under her breath as she tried to make more of the stupid light, but it was just sparks in her hand.

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After much yelling and failure to send a hole through a random tree in the forest, Aria had headed home. She needed to get ready for this party thing tonight which she wasn't super excited about going to, but it would be fun to at least get out of the house. Not that she was necessarily there most of the time.

Aria was ready -- she figured she would just go in what she had on, although she did take the time to pull a brush through her thick hair. It had tangled during her time in the woods and could do with more than just a quick brushing, but it would do. Who was Aria trying to impress, anyway? That was Alaina's job. To impress people. Aria's job was to hide in the metaphorical shadows.

And then she had waited and waited until her sister was ready. Neither said much to each other before they were heading out to the car (Alaina driving -- Aria wasn't planning on coming home, and figured Alaina would need a way home) and on their way to the party. Aria didn't have much to say to her sister that looked like a gender-bent, less attractive Jack Sparrow. Jackie Sparrow. Ha.

But maybe it wouldn't hurt to talk a little bit, right?

"You look like a pirate hoe."

Welp. It was a conversation.

 

[Winona]

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Connor

He had arrived a little bit earlier than most of his classmates to the party, or so he had thought. However, by time he got there, the party was already in full swing and Connor was glad. It was a nice break and there was nothing more embarrassing than being one of the first people to arrive at a party. Like seriously -- especially when you were popular like he was. It was just downright embarrassing, but Connor couldn't handle being at home any longer.

His step sisters had been annoyingly banging on his door to try and get his attention so finally, Connor had decided that he would just bite the bullet and be a little early to the party and risk being one of those people that stood around awkwardly. So he had hopped out of his window (thankfully on the first floor) and started the long walk over to Kash's house. But it was kinda nice. Walks, that is.

All that Connor had worn to the party was his football jersey. He was going as a... football player... yeah, real creative. Look, Connor hadn't had time to get anything else and it had just been laying there. Soo... going as basically himself it was. Plus it wasn't like he would've had a chance to win the costume contest, anyway. And he also had no idea who the judges even were. Indiana or something and then that weird sister of Alaina's. Yeah. They would probably pick someone they knew.

He slipped into the house, offering smiles and waves to those that knew him as he made his way over to where the drinks were. What? The walk had been long and parties were nothing if you weren't drinking at least a little bit.

Connor grabbed a can of beer and, with that in hand, he found the nearest unoccupied wall and leaned back against it. Sipping his drink and watching the party as he looked for someone to talk to.

 

[Winona]

Tags:
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code by @fudgecakez

Elliott

He was starting to second guess himself and this decision. Coming here with Zoe and dressed... Well, as they were. He was growing more and more apprehensive about it.

Elliott and Zoe had dressed up like this every year since they had first met like five years ago. He had been new to the school and Zoe had been his first friend and soon his best friend. And he still loved her and obviously she still was his best friend, but that didn't mean he didn't feel like this was a bad idea the closer they got to Kash's.

Just ahead of them, Elliott could see the other people piling into the party. Nobody wore costumes like you would when you were a kid. All the girls looked sexy (and a few rather sleazy) and all the boys looked hot. Nobody stepped through the front door looking ridiculous. Even the people who entered costume-less looked less ridiculous than Elliott felt! He almost thought it would be better to just go in in his underwear. Yeah, that might even be a better idea.

This was Zoe's first high school party, though. And her choice of costume just reminded him how young she was and, well, technically how young he was, too. But at least for him, he was used to high school life. Elliott had even made a few friends that were older than him and some of them were actually cool... Or so he was pretty sure.

"Zoe, are you sure about this?" He asked one last time.

 

[apolla]

ALAINA HANSEN

darkness manipulation

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"Jackie Sparrow my ass"

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At the party

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Aria ( Winona ); OPEN

While her sister had left the house hours ago to do god knows what, Alaina had stayed back. She was in their home alone, and it was probably better that way, to be honest. She had no idea where Cade was, and their father had gone on one of his disappearing sprees again. This time he was on day fourteen. Exactly two weeks... not that she counted anymore. Shortly after Aria left, Lanie had sat on her bed with her phone in her hands, lips pursed as she turned the device over and over in her hands.

Without warning, she let out an angry scream and twisted, throwing the device on her bed. It hit the wall but thankfully didn't shatter; it just landed with a soft plop on her black and white comforter, which only infuriated her further. Pushing herself to her feet, she snatched the comforter off of her perfectly made bed, revealing the peach colored satin sheets underneath. She tore them off the bed too, both flat and fitted sheets, and then grabbed a pillow.

Burying her face in the softness of it, she screamed again, only this time black smoke began to emanate from her hands. When she pulled the pillow away from her face a few seconds later, the smoke was so thick she could have choked on it. But she didn't. She never did. The smoke never bothered her, and though she'd wondered how someone else would react to it, she hadn't uttered a word around her strange new powers.

"Christ!" She fanned the pillow through the smoke, trying to air it out quickly, before someone happened to open her door. Seeing the mess she'd made of her bed, she sighed and gathered everything up, turning to head to the laundry room. It was as she walked through the kitchen with everything that Aria popped in the house. Alaina didn't say a word as she stuffed everything into the washer and turned it on.

Making a soft noise of approval, she turned back around and headed to her room to finish getting ready. It didn't take her long to get dressed, and her makeup was already done. She slid hoops into her ears, touched up her lips and fluffed her hair, and was pretty much ready. Grabbing her heels and her little backpack purse, she headed back towards the main part of the house. "Sorry to keep you waiting." She breezed by her sister, plopping onto a chair to slide her feet into her heels.

After checking her appearance one more time in the hallway mirror, she and Aria headed for her car. The drive to the party was a silent one... that is, until her sister piped up from the passenger seat.

"You look like a pirate hoe."

Sliding her gaze to her sister, Lanie quirked a brow at her and then made a soft humming noise before looking back at the road. "You shouldn't project your insecurities on me, Aria." She informed her sister, giving a small shake of her head. "It's not pretty."

The rest of the ride was quiet, thank god, and they arrived at the party a few minutes after. Not doubting that Aria would ditch her the first chance she got, Lanie sighed and got out of the car, making sure it was locked before heading into the party to find someone she knew that didn't think she looked like a 'pirate hoe'.

Spoiler: Current Outfit

coded by weldherwings.

 

[KingofAesir]

code by yousmelldead

That doesn’t look good. Indigo groaned and turned quickly on her heel only to find the air behind her just that, air. There was no one there. This had been happening for almost a month. It happened everywhere. She would be taking a test in class and someone would whisper in her ear that the answer was wrong and she would whip around to find no one. A person would tap her on the shoulder in the grocery store while she was in an empty aisle. It wasn’t always no one though. There had been a few times where she’d been doing this or that and seen someone approaching her out of the corner of her eye but when she turned to face them, they were gone. Then there was the girl. Indigo saw her everywhere. In the classroom, she was in the corner, just staring. When she was practicing on the soccer field she was sitting in the bleachers, still staring. There had been more than one occasion where she was taking the ball downfield and heard someone calling her name. When she looked up in the bleachers, there she was. It was the only time Indigo had heard her voice, or seen her move at all as she raised her hand in a wave. Indigo had run straight into one of her defending teammates and lost the ball. When Indigo got her bearings again and looked back, she was gone. The girl had dark hair, so dark that Indigo thought it might have sucked up all light around it and even thought she’d only ever seen her from a relative distance, she could see that her eyes were a murky green like staring into swamp water. Her features were all sharp, high cheekbones and a chin that was almost too sharp looking. She had heavy brows that ended in sharp flicks at the end and left her eyes looking shaded and angry. The girl really did look angry, her thin lips always formed in a frown and those heavy brows shading her face. Indigo thought she might even be scary if she wasn’t so small. Now, Indigo herself wasn’t big 5’2” wasn’t much to call home over, but this girl she kept seeing couldn’t be any taller than 4’10” and was sickeningly skinny. At least Indigo had some meat on her bones. Indy had only ever asked one person if they saw her and when they said no, even though the girl was clear as day standing in the corner of the classroom, Indigo never asked anyone again. She was convinced she was going crazy. But she was pretty sure hearing and seeing people was grounds for mental institutes and she wasn’t about to get thrown in the looney bin. She told no one.

“Okay, what would you prefer then?” Indigo scoffed at the voice. She tried not to respond to them, after all talking to no one made you look even crazier than seeing no one. But, when she was alone, and when they were particularly annoying, she couldn’t help it. She was convinced this wasn’t just her brain making things up because the people talking to her definitely weren’t her brain talking. They had such differing opinions on literally anything, and one of them was so smart that she was pretty sure she’d never fail a test again. If she physically did not know the answer, how was her brain coming up with the right ones? That was what convinced her that this was not her. These voices, people, they weren’t her. After extensive and frantic research, Indigo had also convinced herself that she was seeing and hearing ghosts. After that freaky incident with the light, Indigo had begun seeing literal dead people. It wasn’t just seeing and hearing them either, she had dreams of places and people she’d never seen, and sometimes she would discover that she could play piano like someone who had been playing for years and then the skill would suddenly be gone. The random skills and characteristics she took on were hard to hide from other people because they came with a very obvious give away. Her eyes literally glowed. Glowed. Like, someone stuck a flashlight in there glowed. This was too the point that Indigo had started bringing the darkest sunglasses she could find everywhere with her. If someone saw her eyes beaming at them like a flashlight, a looney bin was the last thing she’d have to worry about. So sunglasses it was, at least until she could figure out how to make the glowy thing switch off.

The pink one. Matches your hair. Right. Indigo picked up the pink shirt that was laid out on her bed and switched it out. Okay, ghost chick was kinda right. Indigo nodded to herself in the mirror, even doing a little spin. She heard a laugh beside her and when she looked in that direction, there was an entirely too tall woman dressed like she just got back from the met gala. She raised a brow at Indigo’s star struck expression and moved to stand just behind Indigo in the mirror. She reached up and poked at Indigo’s side, making her stand up straighter. That feeling was weird, not quite like a normal touch. It almost felt like small jolts of electricity shooting up through her. It was only now as Indigo stared past herself in the mirror that she noticed the very large gash across the Amazonian woman’s throat. Indigo was hit with flashes of images streaking across her vision. A man in a suit, the flashing of something metal and a whole lot of blood. When Indigo came back from wherever she’d just been, her hand was clutched on her throat and the woman was gone. Indigo’s breathing was ragged and she had to sit down to try and slow it down. She leaned back on the bed and closed her eyes, trying to clear the images that were now stuck to the backs of her eyelids away. She was so focused on getting rid of that awful scene that she didn’t hear her door opening or feel her mother sitting down on the bed next to her. But Indigo was so used to random voices coming out of nowhere at this point that she wasn’t the least bit startled when her mother spoke.

“Are we taking a nap?” Alyssa smiled down at her daughter and Indigo finally opened her eyes only to roll them at her mother's words. She sat up and rubbed at her head before forcing herself to stand up again.

“No. I have to go to some Halloween thing at Kash’s house. I don’t know why I thought it would be a good idea to offer to judge a costume contest.” Indy chuckled to herself and crouched down at her closet to begin searching for her trusty tennis shoes.

“Kash Mehta?” Her mother questioned with a wavering tone. Indigo nodded as she plucked her black tennis shoes from the floor of the closet and stood up again. She could see why her mother would be hesitant about the question, Indigo had never been a party person and Kash wasn’t exactly the most wholesome guy around. Hell, Indy was questioning her reasoning too. But she had said she would judge and provide some stupid prize for the winner and Indigo didn’t back out on her promises. Even if she really had no want to go to a costume party filled to the brim with girls dressed in too little and guys with too much alcohol in their systems.

“Yes. Don’t worry, I’m just going cause I said I’d judge.” Indigo left out the part about the test answers, her mother would have her head and then her father would bury it if they knew she was selling test keys. It would also ruin any reputation she had as a good kid among the school staff. It was easy to get away with the kinds of things she did when the teachers would never in a million years expect her. It wasn’t like she was doing it for some evil reason either. Her parents were having a rough time making payments on the house and her car and everything. With soccer and everything else she did at school, Indigo didn’t have time to get a job to help out so she made due with what she could. Her parents had stopped asking her where she was getting the money when Indigo told them she was just doing favors for people, which wasn’t technically a lie anyway.

“No, no, I trust you. I was just surprised is all.” Her mother stood up from the bed while Indigo pulled her last shoe over her foot, “Are you not dressing up?” Alyssa reached forward as Indigo stood up again and fixed the part in her hair, “You used to love dressing up when you were little.” Her mother smiled as if Indigo was suddenly nine years old again.

“I know, ìyá, but I’m not little anymore. I just don’t feel like it.” That wasn’t the complete truth and Indigo knew it. She had suddenly begun to care more about what people thought of her and she was worried that she would embarrass herself honestly. She wasn’t about to tell her mom that though. She’d never hear the end about how other people’s opinions didn’t matter and everything else an elementary teacher might say to a self-conscious third grader.

“Okay, have fun. Be home before midnight, please.” That was the end of that and before she knew it, Indigo was sitting in front of Kash’s house feeling like a lost puppy. What were you even supposed to do at these kinds of things? Oh god. Indigo was definitely not prepared for this, maybe she should just go home before she embarrasses herself. No. No. She was here to be a judge. That was it. Indigo sucked in a breath and stepped out of her car. Stand up straight, you look like a hunchback. Good, hold your head up, quit looking at the ground. It was the same voice as before and Indigo was inclined to listen as she walked up to the door. Once she was inside she immediately felt lost again. Now what? She kind of just hovered near the door while she tried to decide what the hell to do. This had not been a good idea. At all.
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Indigo Okinway

 

[Soap]

Zoe Gardner

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  Only the greatest costume ever of course, Baymax!
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  Winona fancries1

Oh she could barely contain her excitement. Everyone else was trashing on the costume contest tonight, but c'mon. Halloween might've been Zoe's most favorite holiday ever. So... yeah, her ten year old brother wasn't interested in dressing up and she was. Big whoop. The idea that halloween is for kids is the most silliest thing in the entire world. Why at a certain age you have to become boring? Bullshit. Yep. She said it, she called bullshit on the things that make no sense, and Zoe is willing to say it to all the Aria Hansens ever.

On every social media platform, in every single game lobby, and to her face. So, ha. Take that Aria Hansens. Zoe's going to win the costume contest and give the weed away to whoever else wants it. She just wants a cool medal to throw somewhere. "Mom! I need the vacuum." The brunette yelled, the sound protruding from the messy room and out into the hallway. "Wow, are you trying to clean?" Alan, her slightly older brother had turned the doorknob, leaving Zoe to fidget and quickly threw on the nearest sweater to throw on. "I'm CHANGING, you asshole." Thankfully just in time as he entered her room. "Sorry. I didn't think you'd be cleaning in the nude." Gross. She needed a damn lock on her door before everyone in this house was scarred.

Oh yes, it's happened before-- not to her, thankfully, but to others. Especially that time four years ago when she heard her youngest brother walked in on her parents--

The doorknob turned again to reveal another brother behind it, dragging the vacuum behind him. "Great. It's a party, why don't we get the whole family in here? Make a game night out of it." Zoe said sarcastically, Alan picked up the white plastic-type fabric, "Are you going as grocery store bag?" His words resulted in Zoe panicking and grabbing it from him before he even dared to tear it. "Get your grimy hands off my stuff and worry about your own costume." She spit at him and surprisingly enough her younger brother Andrew joined in. "Yeah, keep your grimy hands off her stuff." Naturally, this made the brunette suspicious of his intentions.

"Can I come?" He asked,

There it is.

"No." She replied,

"Why not!" He stomped his foot on the ground as if he was a crying three year old. He never did grew out of that for some reason. Odd. "Because it's a high school party-- for high schoolers, not preschoolers." He was only in elementary, but... it was like the same thing. Zoe leaned down to his height with a grin, and she saw the anger in his eyes as he ran out of the room to-- well, she assumes tell their mother. She shooed Alan off and got ready for her first-- actual high school party. Oh man, this was gonna be so awesome.

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It was a little difficult entering and exiting a vehicle, and walking was a bit funny, but that's okay. Zoe practically skipped the whole way to the house just until they were a few feet away from it. She had to admit she was a bit upset they couldn't do trick or treating this year, maybe next year... if Elliot's even up to it. Whatever, it doesn't matter, at least they were still keeping up this amazing tradition. "Huh? What do you mean? Of course I'm sure!" Her costume jiggled with every hand movement she made, pointing towards the house and then to themselves. "We look amazing. We feel amazing, tonight is going to be and I quote, a-maz-ing." She hopped up and down, hyping Elliot up as she did so and dragging him into the house.

Woah. Halloween decorations to the nines, Zoe just felt bad for whoever had to clean it all.

"Okay! So, what now. Do we like, sign up for the contest or..." She trailed off as her gaze fell onto Angela. Jeez louise, she was so pretty. Was she Medusa? Shouldn't that somehow make her not want to stare forever in an attempt to save herself from turning to stone?

Yes.

Did she care? Definitely not.

coded by weldherwings.

 

[fancries1]

Mood: Excited & confident
Location: Halloween party
❛ Interactions:
Alex: Zoe ( Soap ) & Elliot ( Winona )
Angie: OPEN
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✦ Angela and Alexander Cariou ✦​

"I just need to fix my makeup," she said. "It'll only take a second," she said.

Alexander paced around the hallway, grumbling and checking the hour on his phone every couple of seconds as he waited for his sister to exit their bedroom. They'd agreed on arriving to the house later than most, as they usually did with most High School events and parties. After all, no one wanted to be the first suckers who showed up, and there was always the unspoken rule that the later you arrived, the cooler you were. But really, now it was getting ridiculous. Angela had locked herself inside their bedroom what seemed like centuries ago, claiming she only had to fix a couple of details with her makeup before they were ready to go. Why? He didn't know. Her costume had looked fine before, certainly good enough for a casual High School party where most would probably only show up in cheap masks. Yet that hadn't been enough for Angela; always cautious in case someone tried as hard as she did to win the contest and the prize that came with it (though it was probably going to end up being a couple of dollars and beer, but hey, it was something).

"That's it! I'm leaving without you!" exclaimed Alex, not moving from his place in front of their door as he waited for a response. All was quiet for a second, before he heard his sister's slightly muted laughter.

"Sure you are," came Angela's voice. "Stop being so dramatic, I'm all done anyways." He heard some rustling inside the room, and she slowly opened the door. So slowly he briefly wondered if she was doing it for some dramatic effect. Which, by the looks of her costume alone, wasn't needed.

Halloween had always been Angela's favorite holiday. Something about a date that gave her an excuse to outdo herself with her clothing, the wide array of parties, and the promise of free candy captivated her. This year, with the promise of a price and the challenge of a costume contest, she'd taken extra care to make sure she would really stand out. And Alex, despite still being incredibly annoyed with her, had to admit the wait had given results. She'd clearly outdone herself this time. Her long braids were painted dark green and placed in a large, slightly messy bun. In her forehead, she'd painted small, slightly separated, silver and green diamonds. Giving her her skin the illusion of having scales. The makeup was dark and dramatic, with long eyelashes, black eyeshadow and liner, slight green blush underneath her eyes with glittery details, and black lipstick. The detailed makeup took the attention away from the simplicity of the rest of her costume; which consisted of a single-shoulder black dress decorated with gold glitter and a plastic snake she'd painted and shaped into a necklace, which twisted around her neck.

"Um, you do know we're going to a High School party, right? A normal high school party." Alex commented.

"Just because you don't care enough to wear a costume doesn't mean I can't-"

"What? Of course I'm wearing a costume." Angie raised an eyebrow at her brother, looking him up and down as she couldn't decipher what he was supposed to be. He was wearing an oversized bright-colored t-shirt, with matching basketball shorts and a baseball hat facing backwards. Something that, apart from the shirt, wasn't too far away from what he would wear in a normal day.

"Seriously? I'm Will Smith! You know, Fresh Prince?" He gave her a turn, as if that would change anything. Angie simply sighed, turned her eyes, and made her way outside the house with her brother following closely behind. Outside stood John, their current foster parent. Alex braced himself for the incoming lecture, on-par with the overly stern and strict nature of their caretaker. This time, however, nothing came. John simply opened the car door and buckled his seatbelt for the drive. Before he could ask what was going on, Angie entered the car, so he followed. As they drove towards the party, a thought suddenly struck him.

"Did you... do something to him?" He asked. Though he already knew the answer. Ever since Angie had gotten her... "abilities", using them to control others had become par for the course. As far as he knew, she'd only done it on random strangers (and on him, but he'd given her consent to practice on him as long as she promised not to hurt him). But... this? To do it on someone they knew? All to get a free ride? It was wrong.

"He wouldn't have let us go. Besides, how were we supposed to get there? I don't have a car, you don't even have your license, and I would rather die than have them see me using a bus or a cab. So, John it is."

When they finally arrived at the party, Angie was greeted by the usual praise and envious glares for her costume. She replied to most with "thank you's" and fake compliments while wearing the biggest shit-eating grin. Alex, on the other hand, spend the first few minutes explaining his costume and laughing with others about their own low-budget questions. As they spoke with their friends, Angie caught an odd ball-like costume. Whoever was in there was looking at her, as far as she could tell. She giggled at the absurdity of the costume, and made a snide comment that caused Alex to turn and see who his sister was making fun of. His face lit up, spotting Elliot and who he assumed was Zoe -- was there anyone else who would wear a Baymax costume to a party? So he left to join the pair.

"Eeey, what's up guys? Loving the costumes!" He exclaimed, lightly tapping the costume's head and watching the balloon-like thing move in amusement. "So, Baymax, how's your first High School party going? Up to Middle School standards?"

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[ditto]

sam maeger.

you probably wouldn't understand.

Sam smiled at his reflection in the rearview mirror, running his tongue over the large, spiky teeth he was struggling to keep in. "Looking good, Nosferatu," he said to himself, though it came out with a lisp.

He knew that this costume was a bit out there, but he was cultured, okay? He wouldn't be caught dead in those cliché "greaser" or "James Bond" costumes. Those were absolutely revolting. Besides, he wasn't here trying to look hot. He had that down in his day to day life. He was here to look scary. It was Halloween, right?

He pulled up the the party, speakers blaring indie rock that had literally no bass to it at all, and he attempted to parallel park.

He felt a bump as his back right wheel hit the sidewalk. He sighed, but he left it that way. So what, his car was going to sit unevenly. It still looked kinda cool. He nearly parallel parked. Awesome.

If anyone asked him about it, he could just say that he didn't know whose car it was, right? Not like it mattered much anyway.

He leaned over and grabbed a pair of pointy ears from his glovebox. He lowered his sun visor and flipped up the flap that covered the mirror, then spent the next five minutes struggling to get the ears parallel on the tops of his ears and still make them feel comfortable.

He ran his hand along the bald cap on top of his head and grinned. The white contacts in his eyes, the weird, sharp teeth, and the bald head? No one would recognize him, and he would achieve his goal of being impressively scary. So much for being a dweeb tonight. Those tough guys would be scared shitless tonight.

He stepped out of his car. He shut his door, locked his car until he heard it beep, and started to walk away.

He couldn't walk too far. Turned out that he had accidentally closed part of his cape in his door.

He cursed beneath his breath, unlocked his car, reopened his door, and slammed it shut again.

He walked to the front of the house, then opened the door and stepped inside. Parties weren't exactly his scene, so he did so rather awkwardly.

When he got inside, he just...kind of stood in the doorway for a good minute. Just...standing.

He gave a few people smiles, which were returned with weird looks, as he passed them on the way through the crowd and towards where some girl was loudly talking about getting drinks. As she began to walk away, he followed, hoping she'd lead him to the drinks. He'd need something to loosen up-- though he hoped he could drink with these teeth in. They looked effing sick.

Thankfully, the girl did lead him to the drinks, though she left pretty quickly afterwards.

He grabbed a beer and noticed a guy leaning against the wall.

He snickered at him. "Football player? Really?" he muttered to himself, walking over to him, hoping to intimidate him.

He casually leaned on the wall next to him, trying to act inconspicuous as he struggled to open his beer. He seemed surprised when the tab opened, and he awkwardly tried to get his lips around his teeth enough to drink some.

He managed only to spill it on his robes.

He cursed and looked over at the guy beside him awkwardly. "Hey, dude. Uh, you know where I can get a towel?"

mood: feeling fresh, looking...strange | location: in cash's house | costume: dressed as an obscure character from a 20s flick that, like, two people know about | interactions: Winona (connor)

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[Winona]

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Aria

Her sister's retort wasn't at all what Aria had expected, and her jaw dropped open in annoyance. Aria was trying to form a brilliant retort, but her sister was already walking away and all that Aria could yell at her was a fumbled "Sashay away, Jackie Sparrow." She spat out... And instantly regretted it. That was such a poor insult and Aria let out a long groan.

She waited until her sister had disappeared into the crowd before even starting for the front door. As she was on her way in, she saw someone dressed as Baymax from Big Hero 6 (not that she had ever watched that movie before) and... a t-rex? She rolled her eyes and was prepared to yell some snide remark at the freshman who obviously weren't prepared for this kind of party, when she saw Alex by them. Instead of anything rude coming out, she shut her mouth. What? Alex was cute and fun to flirt with. Especially because she knew Angie couldn't stand her.

"Hey, nice costumes!" Aria yelled at them as she passed by, her gaze lingering on Alex for a moment. "Especially yours, handsome."

With one last smirk towards them, she headed for the door to head into the party. On her way, she saw... Indigo, right? The weird girl with the cool hair that she had agreed to judge with on Twitter. Right. Aria plastered a smile on her face and bounced up the steps to the nervous looking girl and stopped beside her.

"Hey, Indigo, right?" She asked. Of course it was Indigo -- Aria knew her people, and everyone in the high school more or less knew everyone. However, she was a little surprised to see Indigo at the party. Just based on the expression on her face, it was easy to tell that she wasn't super comfortable here. Hell, she looked like she had seen a ghost.

"Come on, let's get a drink and see what kind of costumes there are before we start judging." Aria suggested with a grin and then turned the door handle and stepped into the house. She didn't wait to see if Indigo was following her -- instead, she just started towards the kitchen. It was already a good few minutes into this party, and she wasn't even buzzed.

How boring.

 

[Winona]

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Elliott

"I don't think we have to sign up for the contest. Do we? Who are the judges?" He faintly remembered seeing their names on Twitter. Indigo and Aria, right? Great. They were going to laugh him right out of the house, weren't they? Elliott did his best to look over at Zoe but it was difficult to see in the blow up T-rex but he managed to see that she was distracted by something. Turning back around, he saw what she was staring at.

Angie dressed like a super amazing Medusa and yeah, Elliott's jaw dropped a little bit because well, she looked good and she looked pretty.

They were DOOMED.

Alex made his way over to them and Elliott almost wanted to just... disappear back into his costume. There was enough room in there for him to sit in one of the feet or something and let everyone just think he was a really weird lawn ornament or something, right? But it was too late, because Alex was stopping in front of them and Elliott did his best to smile like he wasn't nervous about being made fun of.

But Alex didn't make fun of them -- instead, he complimented them. "Thanks, man," he said, but his pale cheeks turned a bright shade of red at the mention of middle school parties. You know those types of parties. Lots of juice and all-nighters and maybe some spin the bottle, but in a total giggling little child way. Elliott had still thought cooties were real when he was in middle school. "Nah, this party is way better than middle school. Right, Zoe?" He asked, desperately hoping that his friend would agree.

A blonde started past them and this time, Elliott recognized her. Aria. But again, instead of tossing out insults, she complimented them and even complimented Alex which confused Elliott. Was he actually dressed up as something?

"What's your costume?" He asked, his eyebrows furrowing in confusion as he studied his friend because yeah... he couldn't really see what the whole hubbub was about. However, he was feeling more secure in his own costume. Not only had Alex complimented it, but so had a girl and a mean girl which meant that he obviously did look amazing.

 

[KingofAesir]

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Indigo felt like a complete fish out of water. She was a Junior and had been to what..two parties? God, she was out of her element. Indy could remember the first high school party she’d attended and that had only been because a friend had dragged her there. Freshman year and she was aching to make friends so that she wasn’t alone her whole high school career. Kelsey Reed had been a complete blessing sent down from heaven to make sure that Indigo wasn’t a loser for the rest of her life. Even if Kelsey had moved away the next year, she was still the best friend Indigo had ever had. Indigo remembered following Kelsey around like a lost puppy as she navigated her through the party like she’d done this a million times before, she might have in actuality Kelsey had always been the sociable type and she already had high school friends. It had been an okay night, if only because she had someone to show her the ropes. There was no one to follow around this time and Indigo had never felt so alone in such a large crowd of people. That was until Aria Hansen breezed into her night like a shining lighthouse to a ship lost at sea. Aria greeted her with a question but didn’t give Indigo room to answer before she was speaking again. Indigo was so caught up in all the noise happening around them that she barely caught what Aria was saying as she disappeared further into the party. Drinks. Wonderful. Alcohol was just the thing she needed. Indigo hoped they had something that wasn’t going to make her regret being born. Alcohol made her want to carve out her intestines. She never understood how people could drink the stuff. Maybe that made her a loser, but honestly she couldn’t care less. Being called a chicken was worth it if she got to avoid puking her guts up the next hour afterward. But she would follow Aria, if only to seem a little less lonely.

Wonder if they got some whiskey. That was a new one. Indigo drew her eyebrows together and glanced around to see if she could spot whatever ghoulish man was whispering in her ear tonight. There wasn’t anyone she could pick out as a dead guy, though that was kind of hard when half the people here looked dead. She saw a guy looking at her from a couch in the living room, but then some chick sat in his lap dressed as a….was that literally just lingerie? Fuck this place. Gross. Indigo rolled her eyes hard and continued following after the blonde hair whipping around people to where she presumed the drinks were. Go see if they have some whiskey, kid. That was literally right next to her ear. Great. A pushy ghost was the last thing she wanted to deal with tonight. Indigo avoided speaking to him and simply shook her head, something that anyone who saw her wouldn’t think was weird. But this guy did not want to give up. Come on. I’m not leaving until you do. Indigo hissed a quiet no between her teeth and then she felt a shock of electricity up her arm because she fucking ghost idiot had just grabbed her. Indigo spun to face him and came face to face with a man who was covered from head to toe in blood and dirt and smelled like he’d just came out of a fucking dump ground. Indigo retched silently and barely managed to get a “fuck you, go back to hell” out before she had to turn around and walk away. Garbage man didn’t say anything else and she hoped that he’d left. Usually ghosts didn’t just appear like this, but she was nervous and they had a habit of appearing when she was in emotional states like the leeches most of them were. Indigo was pretty sure they just wanted to use her to get in one last huzzah before they poofed off the purgatory or wherever they went. Or maybe this was purgatory. Indigo didn’t know, nor did she care to know at the moment.

Finally, Indigo and Aria arrived in the kitchen and Indy found a bottle of water, thankfully. Now what. Was she supposed to start talking about costumes she’d seen or something. The only ones Indigo had payed attention to at this point were two people, whom she assumed were freshman, dressed in inflatable dinosaur and Baymax costumes. They were kinda funny, she would admit that. She’d also seen a girl who looked like she’d tried way too hard in some weird Medusa looking get-up and a guy with entirely too large vampire teeth and a bald cap. Oh, and lingerie girl. Can’t forget lingerie girl. Indigo uncapped her water bottle and took the biggest gulp she could. What a wonderful selection they had to choose from. Half naked girls or inflatable freshman? How could one make a decision?

“So can we take Jessie Green out of the running? Cause I just saw her and she’s literally wearing a lingerie set. I could see her entire boobs.” Indigo made a face and coughed behind her hand, “Are we leaning more toward a slutty Medusa or an inflatable dino man?”

Winona

Indigo Okinway

 

[Winona]

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Connor

It was easy to tell who was used to parties and who wasn't. Those who were used to them breezed in without having to hurry after others, and they didn't look around at others for direction on what to do. And then there were the people who weren't used to parties, such as... vampire boy? Who happened to try and lean against the wall beside him, and Connor had kept watch out of the corner of his eye out of curiosity more than anything.

And just like Connor had figured would happen, the poor dude spilled it all over the front of himself and Connor could barely bite back a laugh. The guy was asking him for a towel and Connor blinked over at him. Wait, was he seriously? Usually people just... laughed and went on their way but nope, not Mr. Clean with vampire fangs.

"Yeah, c'mon." Connor said with a tilt of his head for the other boy to follow him and then he was slipping through the living room towards the bathroom. He moved like he was used to these types of places -- and he was. Parties were a nice distraction and a nice excuse to get away from his home life. So he slipped through the crowd like he owned the place until he turning down a hallway and finally, making it to the bathroom of the house.

His knuckles rapped against the door but he didn't hear anyone on the other side, so Connor pushed open the door and flipped on the light. "Here you go," he said as he stepped aside so the other boy could go in. He waited until the other guy was in and then leaned against the door frame, one eyebrow tilted up in question.

"So uhh... just an idea, but maybe take out the teeth next time you try to take a drink?" Connor suggested and took a sip of his own beer without pouring it down himself.

 

[Winona]

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Aria

Her attention was focused on the selection of alcohol and mixers that was available before her. Aria was in the middle of mixing some juice with a dash of whiskey when Indigo spoke up, and she couldn't help but let out a laugh at her asking about the costumes.

"Jessie Green is a bitch. She tries to win everything by just tossing her boobs out there. Like great, bitch, your dad bought you fake boobs. No one cares." Aria finished pouring the whiskey into her cup and then closed it and set it back on the counter. She picked up the red solo cup and then turned to look at Indigo, her back pressing against the counter behind her as she did. "Plus she still owes me earrings from like, two years ago that she 'borrowed' and then never gave back."

Bitch.

Aria tilted her head to the side, her gaze drifting up towards the ceiling while her teeth bit into her bottom lip while she tried to decide. "Wait, slutty Medusa is Angie, isn't it?" She also hated Angie. Not as much as Jessie, but it certainly didn't help her chances of, you know, winning. Who else was there? "I can't believe I'm saying it, but I think Baymax and T-rex might be the best costumes out there." Ouch. But hey, they weren't overly slutty and were actually decent. The sluttiness was something that Aria wasn't a huge fan of -- hence the sweater, and the jeans, the combination of which kept all of her skin from view.

Part of her had even considered gloves -- to stop the white balls of light from twisting in her hands but, after wearing gloves one day and still having it randomly happen, she had given up that idea. Her slender fingers lifted the drink to her lips and she took a deep sip, the whiskey taste burning as it slid down the back of her throat.

"Alaina is here as slutty Jack Sparrow, but not as slutty as Medusa." No one was probably as slutty as Medusa.

Finally, Aria just shrugged her shoulders. "Let's just give the prize to whoever. Doesn't matter, anyway, you know? Everyone is going to be too drunk to remember who won tomorrow, anyway."

 

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sam maeger.

nobody gets me.

Sam laughed awkwardly. "Yeah, right, man. Thanks. Er, you're...thanks."

He made his way to the cabinet that held the towels and grabbed a small washcloth, then began to frantically rub the wet spot on his robe. Every so often, he would pause, stare at the spot, prod it with his forefinger, and then go back to scrubbing again.

He seemed to get tired after a minute, and he dropped his arm, still clutching the towel. When he spoke, his words were muffled and lisped she to The teeth. "The teeth make the look, man, don't they? I wasn't gonna take them out. Thought I could handle a drink." He let out an awkward chuckle and popped out his teeth, drinking his first actual sip of the drink in his left hand.

He grimaced. He hadn't ever had a beer before. "Hey, man, are beers supposed to taste like straight piss?" He sniffed it, then gagged and held his nose with the cloth, which still smell faintly of beer.

He took another drink from his can, grimacing after he swallowed, and he let out a little ugh of pain. "Mine tastes like cat urine..." He took another drink and coughed. "God, it's awful."

He tossed the towel at the sink and looked back at the dude. "Man, you drink this? Like, on the reg?"

He paused, staring at his can, then chuckled awkwardly. "I mean, I've been to a few parties...uhhhhh, never had a beer like this." He was lying through his teeth, of course, and it was quite obvious.

mood: beers? wack | location: in the bathroom | costume: dressed as an obscure character from a 20s flick that, like, two people know about | interactions: Winona (connor)

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[SP3CT3R]

Slightly Apprehensive
Halloween Party
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✦ Ethan Spinner ✦​

Spinner was getting some good eye exercises in, with how much he'd been rolling them since he got in the car less than ten minutes ago. Being 15 and unable to drive, he was stuck listening to the most cliche "image-obsessed older sister" rant in cliche history, courtesy of Lillian. She was dissing his costume, warning him not to interfere with her chance to ask some Angela Cariou out, and dissing his costume some more, the usual. Tuning her out was Spinner's default setting at this point.

Although, to give her some credit, his costume wasn't all that spectacular. He'd attached fake ram horns to a cheap fake masquerade mask that looked like a tiger, wore the furry gloves and shoes of his old werewolf costume, and threaded a toy snake through the belt loops on his pants. Spinner even stole the wings of a very old fairy princess costume he'd found, for shits and giggles. The plan was that, if anyone asked, he was supposed to be a chimera.

The two of them finally arrived at the right house, which was pretty obvious based on the number of cars parked in front. Spinner kicked the car door open the second it stopped moving, using enough force that the car made noises. Not his problem. He gave Lillian the finger as she tried to shout him down for possibly breaking something. He knew she wouldn't act on those threats, as trying to hurt the sick little brother she'd used as a sob story would cause Lillian's social karma to take a nosedive. For all intents and purposes, Ethan Spinner was immortal here.

Inside were several other party-goers in various stages of costumed, from inflatable dinosaurs to hardly dressed up at all to hardly dressed, period. There was one girl who was pretty much cosplaying as Victoria's Secret, who Spinner averted his gaze from immediately before someone could accuse him of staring. If he had to quantify it, Spinner figured he was somewhere in the middle ranking in terms of effort put into costume. Maybe upper third, if he wanted to be generous towards himself.

It didn't take long for Spinner to start feeling a little overstimulated from all of the music and conversation, and he found himself heading towards the refreshments. He ignored the alcohol for the time being, and instead helped himself to one of the two-liter sodas. There was also a bowl full of assorted candy, which high schoolers weren't too cool for, even if the same couldn't be said for trick-or-treating. He methodically picked out several KitKats while planning his next move.

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Connor

He shrugged. Yeah, beer tasted like shit, but you got used to the flavor... eventually. After you had been drinking it for a while and now, Connor didn't recoil from the flavor at all. "You get used to it," he said, speaking what he was thinking as he took another sip of the stale liquid.

This guy didn't seem like the type to have been to a few parties, but Connor wasn't here to call anyone out. "Yeah, I drink this every weekend." He explained. "Better than drinking hard liquor, you know?" Which it was, in a way. He wasn't really here to get drunk -- just get buzzed, maybe, and have a good night out. So beers it was.

"I'm Connor, by the way." He said. "Uhh, do you want to get back to the party? It's kinda weird to be chilling in the bathroom."

Like, not even kinda weird. It was really weird. He waited for the other dude to agree before he started back to towards the party and throng of party-goers. He looked around as he stepped back out of the hallway into the main throng of people and started to see some of the costumes. Medusa. Alaina as a pirate and might he add, looking quite pretty as a pirate. His gaze may have lingered a little longer than intended.

"So uhh, why are you here? Doesn't seem much like your type of scene."

 

[ditto]

sam maeger.

nobody gets me.

Sam blinked in confusion. "I...get back to the party?" He hadn't been in the party in the first place. Even so, he nodded. "Sure, man..."

He followed behind Connor at an uncomfortably close distance, and he looked around at the scenery, scowling at the girls wearing the very skimpy clothing. There were no girls left who weren't sluts, were there?

He rubbed his neck and chuckled awkwardly, blowing out a breath of air and choking down another sip of beer.

He just kind of...stared at the pirate girl as well. He didn't look away, though. Sure, he thought she looked like a slut, but...well....eye candy.

"Yeah, uhh, you're right. This isn't really my scene." He chuckled nervously and gagged as he took another drink. "I was just...invited here. And I never come to these things, so..."

Basically, he was here because he wanted to try to be a popular dude, but would he say that? No.

"I mean, also I have this costume. Spent some money on it and needed to use it. What time will we go trick-or-treating?"

Sam definitely did not understand the concept of parties like this.

He chuckled awkwardly. "I...uh...have a small gift for the host, too, if you'll tell me where they are..."

mood: awkwardly chatting | location: downstairs | costume: dressed as an obscure character from a 20s flick that, like, two people know about | interactions: Winona (connor)

| mentions: apolla (alaina)

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  Thirsty-- FOR JUICE.
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Perfect. They just had to enjoy the party and soon enough the winner would be announced. Alex came up and complimented their costumes and-- get this, Aria Hansen did too. The same woman who declared costumes were STUPID. Wow. Tonight is going exactly as planned. Zoe barely flinched as Alex tapped her costume, ignoring the jiggling motion and putting on an award winning smile that... nobody would be able to see, but still.

Better than middle school? Uh... yeah.? Maybe? Although Zoe feels like she would've gotten a ton of more compliments if she was at a middle school party. It was too bad that Eric Davidson threw his party last week, she would've went. Who cared if she was in high school? Eric and those guys were still her friends, they were only a grade under her. It's okay though, she still squads up with them online. "I mean, I don't see any juice boxes out... so." That was a bad thing, obviously. But she wasn't about to embarrass Elliot. "Totally up to standards. I got like, three whole compliments already and we just walked in the door." Look at her, she was a real popular chick now.

It took Zoe a moment to figure out Alex's costume but as soon as she did, an air-filled arm came to swat at Elliot's tiny dinosaur arm. "He's freaking Will Smith, dude. Y'know," She started before she broke into song. Who didn't know the Fresh Prince of Bel-air? Granted, she was young-- but that didn't mean she didn't binge literally all of the good shows. Saved by the bell, That 70s show, Full House, Family Matters, "Now, this is a story all about how my life got flipped-turned upside down," Zoe would've continued too if she didn't already feel like a big fat nerd. "Anyway, I love the costume. Well-thought out. Mad props to you, good sir." Zoe bowed and came up to tap Alex's hat.

"Okay boys. I'm on a hunt for juice boxes, remember to tell everyone that Baymax looks the sexiest. Thanks." Zoe waved a goodbye and waddled off into the kitchen, bumping into many people as she did so, muttering 'sorrys' to whatever half-naked woman crossed her path.

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[fancries1]

Location: Halloween party
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Angie: Aliana ( apolla )
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Sam ( ditto ), Connor, Indigo ( KingofAesir )

✦ Angela and Alexander Cariou ✦​

If life was a cartoon, Alexander would've had hearts in his eyes the second Aria walked by their group. No, not only walked. Complimented . And not your nice, typical "your costume looks halfway decent" compliment. Full, "I think you look handsome in the costume that barely changes your normal appearance". Alex was used to compliments, being a handsome football player would give you that privilege. But a compliment from someone as cool, not to mention, pretty, as Aria was something else. Especially if that compliment only fuelled the brobdingnagian (those extra english classes were really starting to pay off) crush he'd had on her for the better part of a year.

"You look pretty handsome yourself!" he shouted back in the most casual way his lovesick mind could say. Completely oblivious to how weird his compliment sounded. His infatuation with Aria's retreating self that he was only brought back when Elliot asked about his costume. Normally, he would've been annoyed that he hadn't gotten his genius costume. But, in the moment, he was simply to happy to really care.

Others close to them turned to give them quizzical looks when Baymax started singing the Prince of Bel-air theme song to the inflatable dinosaur. Not that Alex cared much. They could laugh at her all they wanted, at least it Zoe was having more fun than everyone else in the party. He high-fived her costume, again not very mindful about the material and treating it as if it weren't a glorified balloon.

"Yeah, Elliot. Get with the times," granted, he hadn't even watched the show himself. So he was almost as guilty as Elliot. But he knew Will Smith, and he liked Will Smith, and the internet told him people liked Will Smith as the Fresh Prince. Judging by Aria and Zoe's reactions, people liked him more than he'd expected. When Zoe headed for the kitchen for more juice, Alex let out a full bellied laugh. First time in his life he'd ever heard of someone looking for a juicebox at a party.

"Juiceboxes, now I've heard everything." He said, mostly to Elliot since Zoe was already gone by then. "She... she's joking right?" It was common sense but... what if she didn't? If there was anyone who wouldn't know, it would be Zoe. "Tell me she's joking. She's not gonna go grab some spiked juice. Nah, everyone knows not to drink that shit... should we go after her?"
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Nearby, Angela had long-since her original group. It'd been fun criticising other people's costumes, and it been even better comparing whatever drab the others were wearing with her sure-to-win getup. But she had a goal, and there was no way in hell she was going to let herself be derailed by the idiots she called friends. Now, with a drink in her hand, she scoped the party looking for her targets of the night: the contest's judges.

She'd almost had a heart attack when she'd read who the judges were supposed to be. Indigo was weird, but not much of a threat. Aria, on the other hand, was probably the worst choice of a judge they party owner could've made. How brain dead did they have to be to allow someone so clearly biased into the competition? It was like they wanted to see her fail. No. she wouldn't allow it. Not it her last Halloween in High School, and certainly not because of a loser like her. She caught a flash of long, blonde hair in the distance, and she turned imagining it was her. But instead, she found her twin sister, Alaina. She could work with that.

"Careful," she said once she was close enough to the girl so she could speak to her without having to raise the volume of her voice to be heard despite the music. "I spot one too many men who are just loving the pirate costume, if you catch my drift." They were a bit hard not to notice, really. Connor and a guy in a vampire costume (Dracula? No, too ugly) giving her friend less than subtle looks. She couldn't blame them though. Alaina did look good. Perhaps too good. Bitch.

"I'm guessing you'll try out the contest too, right? Shame. I can't imagine your sister will be happy to give you any sort of price." Maybe, if she got her Alaina against her twin, they could work to get her removed as a judge. With Aria out of the picture, all she would have to do would be to use her powers against the other girl and the price would be all hers. That was, of course, assuming that the generally bubbly and perfect Alaina would be willing to help. "I mean, what were they thinking making her judge? So much for fairness. And to think I wasted all that time making my costume for nothing."

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[Ch3rryBlossom28]

Mi-Young Park
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It took some convincing from the remainder of her friends to even leave the house tonight. Mi-young couldn't believe she was doing this but she was also extremely excited about it. It's been about a month since the day the night sky lit up. A month since weird things kept happening to her. She finished braiding what she could of her hair into a small bun like Elsa's and looked at herself in the mirror. Mi-young couldn't help but laugh at the outfit she had chosen. To her it was ironic and it was the reason why she picked it.

Mi-young decided to go to the party as Elsa. Well as coronation Elsa. Elsa before she felt free. She never thought she would literally be able to relate to a fictional character. She hated and loved it. Loved it because, well, Elsa was a Queen. Hated it because she did have to retreat into herself which was very much not what she wanted.

The last touch to her outfit was the crown. As she placed it on her head a smirk formed on her lips. She truly was a queen. Now if only she could control her powers more, she could use them as "props".

Mi-young slipped on her flats, grabbed her keys, and headed out. She didn't say goodbye or tell anyone ,well because no one was home anyway.

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When she pulled up to the party, her whole body hummed with excitement. It had been so long and she was instantly happy that she made it to the party. Upon entering there were a lot of people staring at her. It had been a while since she showed her face at a party. She made a mental note to do it more often, she was loving the attention. It didn't help that she was late. Like super late. It wasn't even on purpose this time. She just almost takes herself out of going A LOT tilled she said screw it.

Her first instinct was to go to the bar. After all alcohol made everything more fun but even at the thought she could feel the temperature drop a little around her, so she veered away from the alcohol to just get some plain ole punch. Lame she thought and sighed.

She sipped at her drink as she looked for the friends that convinced her to come.

 

[KingofAesir]

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Okay, Aria agreed with her general distaste for the more... revealing costumes. Good. That meant that they could come to a conclusion easier. If they both had aligning opinions, this would be easy. Smooth sailing and she could get out of here. Indigo listened passively as Aria aired out her dislike of Jessie and seemingly Angie and her sister as well. Indigo has seen Alaina when she was following hurriedly after Aria and she hadn’t looked that bad. While her costume seemed a little unoriginal to Indigo, she didn’t look near as exposed as Jessie. No one could look as slutty as Jessie did at the moment. She was pretty sure they could get her arrested for public nudity. Huh, an idea she’d have to store away for later. It would be kind of funny to watch a teenager in lingerie sitting in the back of a police car, especially Jessie Green. Indigo shook away her thoughts and focused on Aria again, watching her take a drink of the juice and whiskey that she’d made herself. Whiskey. Indigo knew what was coming before she’d even registered the thought in her head.

Well, look at that! You found it. Indigo didn’t turn her head away from Aria but she could see Bloody Man standing next to her in the corner of her vision. He had the most mockingly stupid grin on his face and now Indy could see how awful his teeth were. Three of the front ones were missing and the others looked like they might rot out of his head at any moment. She really needed to figure out how to keep dead people from just appearing any time they felt like it. A handle over her emotions might help, even though she had begun to settle a little more at the party she could still feel her heart thudding rather hard in her chest. Indigo sucked in a deep breath and ignored Bloody Man as best she could, trying to focus on Aria or anything else but him and the rancid stench that was wafting off of him. The smell was so strong to her that she still found it amazing that no one else had any clue that he was even there. But she really needed to just ignore him if she didn’t feel like making everyone think she was insane. So, Indy focused intently on what Aria was saying, only then to realize that she was done talking. Oh.

“Anyone, huh?” Indigo looked around the kitchen and spotted the freshman dressed as Baymax, Zoe, coming toward it. She was haphazardly bumping into people the whole way and Indigo decided right there that if they wanted to have a little fun, it would be funny to choose her. Indigo pointed to Zoe with a grin. “I choose inflatable fresh over there. What a way to make the try hards angry, huh?” Just then, Zoe was trying to squeeze through the kitchen door and was very much stuck. Indigo laughed behind her hand and turned to Aria briefly, “Looks like our winner needs a little help.” She sat her water down and strode off in the direction of Zoe.

“Need some help there?” Indigo questioned with the friendliest smile she could manage at the moment, which probably wasn’t very good because Bloody Man was still standing directly beside her.

WHISKEY.

Indigo physically jumped, if only a small jump. She just hoped Zoe was too occupied being stuck to notice.

Winona Soap

Indigo Okinway

 

[Winona]

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Elliott

Ohh... yeah, Elliott still didn't recognize that song very well, even as Zoe sang it to him. But he nodded his head like he totally did understand it so that he didn't seem like, well, the loser that didn't know what the hell they were trying to sing. He then watched as Zoe waddled off and left him and Alex alone.

He hesitated at Alex's question. "No... no I don't think she's joking," Elliott admitted with a hefty sigh. "But I'm sure she'll be fine." Or drunk by the end of the night, but Zoe was smarter than that... right? Right?

"Come on, let's go see what's happening inside." He said and gestured for Alex to follow him. Or, well, gestured as well as he could in the suit which didn't leave like... any room for arms or hands. In fact, his hands hung by his sides inside of the inflatable costume while his little T-rex arms bounced around uselessly. No wonder these dinosaurs had gone extinct.

"It's really loud in here." Elliott tried to yell over the music to Alex but as he turned towards his friend, his giant blow up tail whacked some guy just trying to get a drink. He felt the resistance in his tail and turned around to apologize -- only for the tail to whack the guy again and then also slam into Alex's legs.

"I'm sorry!" He yelled at the stranger.

 

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Connor

He laughed at what Connor truly thought was a joke on Sam's behalf, but soon his laughter died away when he realized that Sam wasn't joking. "Oh shit, you're serious." Connor started and looked at the other boy, blinking in surprise and not sure what to say. Who trick or treated anymore? That was for... like kids. And they weren't kids. Well, they weren't adults, either. Okay technically Connor was an adult although it didn't feel like it.

"Uhh. We don't trick or treat, buddy." He regretfully informed Sam. "That's for... kids. And it would probably scare everyone if all of the high schoolers in town were going around in a mob to ask people for money." As in, Connor was pretty sure they would get arrested or something. A bunch of high schoolers together never looked like they were innocently asking for candy or something.

His gaze drifted away from Sam again to look around at the others gathered at the party when he saw Mi-Young, a close friend of his. Or, well, Connor was pretty they were close friends. She'd been a little more distant the last couple weeks and Connor kind of wondered if it was something that he had done, but he brushed those thoughts away.

"Hey, Mi-Young, come over here!" Connor called over to his friend with a lazy grin. He glanced at Sam, seemingly having forgotten that the weird guy was still there with him. "Ohh, uh, she's cool. You'll like her."

 

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sam maeger.

well, shit.

Sam blinked, looking at the dude beside him. Had he really just said what he thought that he'd said.

"Trick-or-treating? For kids?" He laughed awkwardly. "You gotta be kidding me! No way..."

Was it painfully obvious that his mom wouldn't let him trick-or-treat until he was fourteen because she was too worried about him getting snatched?

He paused, and he rubbed his neck and snickered awkwardly. "Uhh, well, hey, the thing is..." He reached into the pocket of his robe and pulled out his sharp teeth. Looking at them now, he was still sure that he'd at least win the costume contest. "Man, it's not like we'd mug the kids...Even if it looked suspicious, it's the people who think that we're suspicious who are the weird ones, right?"

No, Sam, that was not right. What could one expect from a kid named Sail, though, except new wave nonsense said in a dead serious tone?

Sam looked like he needed something to make him loosen up. His body was tense, and his hand was clenched tightly around the barely-sipped beer can.

He shoved his teeth in as the jock (who seemed pretty dumb, since he thought that trick-or-treating was just for kids and that a jersey was an acceptable Halloween costume) called over a girl in an Elsa costume.

No matter how basic the costume was, Elsa chick was one of the few people who he'd seen kind of pull it off.

Sam, in his "scary" (but more accurately try-hard-y and cringey) costume, gave her a smile. "Sam. Ah...ahem, uh, Maeger, that is. Sam Maeger. For Sail. Whichever you prefer."

If he had managed to be any more awkward than that, then he might have set a new world record of "quickest social suicide, complete with a lisp from homemade vampire teeth".

He seemed to realize that he hadn't introduced himself to the dude with him, and he turned to him next. "Yes. It's, uh...Sam, yeah."

The most that this guy probably knew about him were the rumors of him being an incel. instant

Or the pics that had been meme-d to death of texts that he'd sent.

Definitely the texts. And photos amongst those texts.

He almost instantly regretted coming to this party. He felt that pit in his stomach that he always got when he realized entirely too late that he had royally fucked up.

He rubbed his neck. "Ah...uhm...or Sail, if you'd like," he said in a weak voice, and afterwards he gave a pitiful little heh of a chuckle.

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