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thaliasfury:

Thalia was glowing. No, literally, she was glowing. Light was literally emitting from her skin, her tiny little body was swallowed in light so bright. Of course, her costume was Tinkerbell, but she never thought she’d actually turn into a Tinkerbell fairy. All miniature in size, wings protruding from her back with her short, green dress fitting her small frame quite nicely. But still, Thalia was glowing. Glowing. The party had started off fine enough, with lots of dancing and food, and oh lord the non-alcoholic beverages were to die for, surely they were better than the alcoholic drinks? Who knew. Then the clock struck twelve and instead of being a regular person with wings attached to the back of her with elastic, they grew part of her as she shrunk in size.  ”Um, you’re like… Hello? Can you hear me? I’m up here! Do you know what’s happening?” Her squeaky voice called out from above, her wings fluttering behind her.

Charlotte looked down at her costume. She back up to see if she was in danger. The room was filled with people who were just as confused as she was. They were all trying to figure out the same thing Charlotte had figured out moments ago. They had actually turned into their costumes. She found it hysterical. Especially since she couldn't see herself in any other costume. This was Barton Hollow and at least one person in town knew how to do the holiday. 

She felt a voice in her ear. Perhaps she was just drunk, but she turned around to see a glowing little fairy beside her. With all the paint on her face, she couldn't really see who it was, but she was actually seeing a fairy in front of her. The warrior druid smiled at the small fairy, trying not to seem as if she was scary, but with her costume, she wasn't so sure that she was coming across as friendly. 

"Aye, I can hear you little fairy." Charlotte looked around the room once more. "If my eyes do not deceive me, I believe that we have all under a curse!" the white hair fell around her shoulders as she turned back to the small creature. "Do you need help little one?" she questioned.

a curse among us || thalia & charlotte

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maeve-parker:

Maeve found herself at a strange middle ground when it came to Halloween, on one hand she knew that what the holiday had once stood for had been turned into a farce and she didn’t appreciate the way every girl or woman seemed to have to turn up in a “sexy” costume when Halloween was supposed to be about scaring others but the prospect of candy was hard to resist. And she had been invited to a proper party, one of her firsts since she’d moved to Barton Hollow and she wasn’t going to pass up on the opportunity.

She had picked her costume, using every dumb cliche in the book. All white dress, fake wings stapled to the back and she saw the costume as an opportunity to wreck even more havoc now that her clothes actually fit the doe eyed innocent persona she was prone to put on. She hadn’t expected what happened as soon as she stepped back into the mansion the party took place in. She turned into her costume like the bad in a sitcom and she wouldn’t have know for there were no outer changes to her appearance if it hadn’t been for how she clumsily cut herself on glass and watched the cut close almost instantly before her eyes.

That and there was also the way the thoughts and moods of everyone around her seem to affect her, the angrier or the more distraught they were and the worse she felt as if all the bad energy was draining her, physically as well as mentally. The words that were spoken to her right were a relief because the voice that spoke them was neutral at least but somehow their meaning had her frowning and turning to cast a disapproving look at a red headed beauty. “I’m sure the Lord would rather we did not spill blood. It is a joyous occasion after all.” Saintly words, words of goodness that otherwise wouldn’t have made it past her lips but she felt the need to balance out from all the negativity in the room, threatening to suffocate her.

The girl couldn't feel her wig slipping, probably because the white wig she'd been wearing wasn't exactly a wig. She dug through the small bag she'd brought in case she'd needed to do her makeup again. But now she only needed one thing from her bag, her mirror. She hadn't really seen the changes that the spell made to her looks. But she reckoned that she looked pretty terrifying. Most people looked pretty odd. At least they looked pretty strange if someone came through town. Charlotte wondered what people thought about Barton Hollow... she normally didn't really see that many strangers passing through town, but part of her wondered what they thought of the town. Or if they even knew it existed. Or if they stayed away from it because there were weird vibes coming from it. Charlotte wondered thsee things when her hair was white, she was holding a sword and there was a crown full of horns atop her head. Yeah, Barton Hollow was weird. But this was just the Halloween she expected from the town. 

Her costume wasn't the worst of the bunch though. At least she wasn't the Hulk. At least she wasn't a fairy. At least she still felt partially like herself. Charlotte had powers in fact she was quite she she actually was a druid from the game. But that didn't matter. She wondered how long she was going to be like this. Hopefully it would wear out soon. She thought it would be sort of odd to go to classes like this. Charlotte really liked her costume though, even if it was more than a costume now. 

"I shall only use my weapon if I feel that my life is threatened." Charlotte turned to see who her company was. She turned to see woman before her. She looked like an angle. Charlotte wanted to touch the woman's wings. They were beautiful. Charlotte had never seen anything more beautiful in her short little lied. "I would not mean to displease the Gods," the woman said, pursing her lips before smiling at the angel. 

all fun and games until someone loses an eye ; maeve & charlotte

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lyons-summer:

Among all other things, Summer appreciated irony, especially when other people would fail to recognize it, which was probably the main reason why she chose to wear a costume of a nun. Satan’s right hand preaching the Lord’s word. It’s like a second coming of Christ. Ironically enough, she didn’t expect for her exterior to reign over her interior once the clock struck midnight and for her alliances to shift in that split second. When she was to be in control over herself, she’d probably praise her subconscious wits of adding the zombie make up bits, for they added third dimension to this whole irony charade, because the first thing she could think was: The Lord, Our Savior, wants to feed its lot starving faithful and I am his starving servant. God would want me to feed off of flesh and brains of sinners.

Her chirped fingernails scratched against the wooden surface of an object lying against her chest and around her neck before her hands were to wrap around that very same cross, and have it lead her on its own accord towards the sinful. And sinful were the words that reached her ears once before her stood the Lord’s disobedient servant.

“How dare you insinuate the world our Supreme has created should be bathed in blood, you false Prophet.” Her lips moved on their own, miles she’d passed between her previous position and this one but a blur, that entire she knew being the need to right this wrong. To feed off of this Hell’s warrior.  Her mouth were a gaping ‘O’, rotting teeth smelling of Cuban cigars and her holy cloak scented with Chanel No. 5 as she readied herself to launch at this subject of blasphemy. 

There was just something humorous in the way this event turned out. This was the Halloween that she expected in Barton Hollow. Not the quiet, candy-giving, night of tricks, boring night. She'd been expecting... well, this. Except not really this. But everything... was just perfect. The way that certain things took place in the town. And just how Barton Hollow was different than every other town Charlotte had eve been in. Looking down at her costume, now real self, Charlotte couldn't help but feel the weight of her costume taking over her brain. And for some reason, it was funny. 

Charlotte looked at her reflection in the pool of water on the ground, The white what used to be wig, was now her actual hair. She held the curved sword tightly, the glint of light blinding her for a second. Fake antlers, which now felt heavy and real sat atop her head like a crown. The boots felt like real leather, not even the fake stuff she'd made them out of. It was as if she literally stepped out of the game itself. 

"Aye, well if there were not so many heathens running around, then I would not fear for my life, nor feel like I have to use my magic to fend for my own life." Though she hadn't seen all the costumes, she had seem a few that were either creepy, scary, or just plain terrifying to think about running into. The white haired woman finally turned to her company and she gasped. The woman standing before her was... well, there really were no words to describe what she saw. But if she knew anything, she knew the warrior glance. She held her sword up, feeling more like using her weapon than magic. 

all fun and games until someone loses an eye ; summer & charlotte

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all fun and games until someone loses an eye ; & open

Charlotte has always liked the idea of Halloween. Ever since she was young, she found the idea of being able to dress up like someone else... anyone else for a day. Her sister never cared for the holiday, saying it had no point except for candy and 'dumb children trying to do dumb things'. Charlotte loved that about the holiday. Besides to be someone other than Charlotte O'Neal just for one day was a relief to her. Barton Hollow did Halloween better than anywhere else. There wasn't just candy and spooky feels to places. They went back to the roots of the holiday. So despite a lot of people being annoyed by the time, the red head actually found it pleasant. Carefully masking her hair, she'd dressed up as one of her Dungeons and Dragons characters. Why not? was her reasoning. It would be original; plus the costume was gorgeous, if she said so herself. She spared no expense with the costume.

It was neat to see all the costumes that other people came up with because some people had interesting ideas. Charlotte hummed to herself, looking around at everyone. As the clock struck midnight, she felt a change. She'd thought it was a simple costume party, but apparently... Barton Hollow was playing a different game this year. She wasn't herself anymore. She was... well... she was her costume. The fake sword she was carrying was no real. The fake everything on her costume now turned real. Charlotte, well if she even was still herself because she didn't feel like it, couldn't breathe. Like a lot of people, the change was so sudden. She felt everyone had that moment of surprise, and shock. While not a lot of the costumes has sudden changes, she watched as several people turned from humans to actual versions of the animal they were dressed as.

She needed to get out. She needed fresh air. For a second, she was frozen in place, then the druid finally moved. Her feet no longer felt frozen in place and she needed to get some air. Charlotte tore through the room, towards the door. She must have looked crazy, but at that moment she couldn't care less about anything other than herself. Charlotte pursed her lips, trying to ignore all the other noises that she heard in the room. After what felt like a lifetime, she finally managed to leave the room. Fresh air blew into gently at her face. She breathed in a breath of the air.

"lovely evening for a battle," the words rushed from her mouth at the person who came up from behind her. 

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Charlotte turned around trying to pinpoint where the noise was coming from. She could hear it now that it was pointed out. "Okay, then let's get out of her because... I don't know about you, but I sort of care about what happens to me." Charlotte pursed her lips.

"There it is again. Can you not hear that, the ominous thudding sound with a metallic ring? Listen." Madeline stops, listening to the sound before continuing. "The last person to hear that very sound in this particular section of the Library, well, no-one’s really sure what happened to them."

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"Every woman is pretty," she shrugged. "It's the inside that makes someone ugly."

Sienna returned the smile, hers shier than Charlottes. “Thank you for calling me pretty,” she said timidly.

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"What are you talking about... we're just in the library."

"Shh. Did you…did you hear that? If we are going to do this we’ll have to proceed with caution. I’m not overly enthusiastic about possibly getting caught."

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Charlotte walked over to the man, tapping him on the shoulder. "Excuse me, but could you refrain from saying nasty comments to pretty women."

She turned around and shook her head. "There," Charlotte smiled. 

"Could you?"

"He’s the tall guy over there with dark hair, a red t-shirt, and ripped jeans. Thank you so much."

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See, I don't care for any day. I'd prefer just to be on my own. I hate being around family. 

Thanksgiving, I don’t mind. A day dedicated to eating all day is my kind of day. Christmas on the other hand… 

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all med dream: but not equally. those who dream by night in the dusty recesses of their minds, wake up to find it was vanity. but the dreamers of the day are dangerous men, for they must act their dreams with open eyes to make it possible.

te lawerence, seven pillars of wisdom

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Which part... Christmas or Thanksgiving? Or both? 

Comment déprimant. Halloween is over and soon will come the worse time of year.  

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"I didn't mean for that to sound bad or anything. I just meant, it's a common major in a lot of southerns states... and it is interesting. You have to know all the basic sciences to do agriculture. There is a lot of work in agriculture too... I just personally find it boring, but I like to explode things..." she sighed. Charlotte hadn't meant to sound like she was judging him. "Wow yeah, you've got me beat. I only have the one job. I bet you don't have a lot of free time. I don't know, I guess I could have. I wasn't really paying attention to the movie anyway. I was on the computer. Working on a paper that's due soon."

"Okay, then. Thanks for that," Peter nodded, smiling coldly. He hated when he put himself out there, when he spoke about himself or his interests and he was shut down. Even if it was a joke, he always ended up wanting to hit himself over the head for being such a fool. "I understand. I work a lot; two jobs…and I still gotta try and study. Why not watch a scary romantic movie, though? Like Heathers or something.”

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"Really? That's interesting. I guess that's pretty common though. A lot of people study agriculture," Charlotte smiled. "I am half and half about going out. Sometimes I feel like it but most of the time I'm running around trying to finish school work so I can work. It just depends." She let out a laugh. "Having fun is what Halloween is about. I did. I mean they were sappy romantic movies. I wasn't in the mood for scary, but it was fun." 

"Oh, cool. I study agriculture," Peter replied, digging his hand into his pocket, posing casually. "Yeah, but not normal for me! I usually don’t go out…but I was really glad I did, y’know? And did you not have fun watching movies by yourself? I feel like I’d enjoy that."

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"Oh, I didn't hear the comment, but I can bitch at someone if you need me to."

"N - no, not you. I was talking to that disgusting man over there. I’m really sorry.”

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Charlotte shrugged. She didn't really know what sort of memories she had of home anymore. She sort of just blocked them. "I do go to BHU. I'm a chemistry major." Charlie listened to him. "So sounds like the normal Halloween then! At least someone had a good time," the girl let out a laugh.

"Good memories of home, or bad ones? Are you not from here?" Peter paused for a moment, squinting his eyes as he looked at the girl. "Wait a second. Do you go to BHU? I feel like I’ve seen you there - but, uh, anyway…I went out last night, got a little messed up, and went home. It was a good time."

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Charlotte frowned at the man in front of her; there were other better ways to get her attention, she thought. "While I appreciate the concern, it would be beneficial for the next time to actually try to call me rather than flicking something at my face. Anything will do; I'll even answer to hey slut." She could not make out the expression on his face, but didn't really care. She was more concerned with the butt he had thrown on the ground. Charlotte cared for the environment, but she wasn't going to be a bitch about it. There was just this look of pure annoyance on her face. She did remember him, he had been in one of her classes, but she hadn't seen him since the class ended. "I remember you, we never really talked. But I'm pretty good with faces. What was your name again?" 

Eden saw Charlotte a minute before she saw him and his heart throbbed inside of his chest — he wondered if she still felt as heartbroken as she felt before, but he knew that even if she felt a little better, that there was a part of her that didn’t feel as good. He took blame for her feeling like that, because, he was partly guilty for playing quite the skilled matchmaker. He just thought they’d be perfect for each other but… guess not. “I was trying to get your attention,” He tried to squirm out of the situation in a funny manner, “Or else you’d hit this tree.” Eden chuckled; she was thoughtful while walking down the street and he could take advantage of that. “D’you remember me?” Eden asked, his southern accent heavily present in the last sentence. 

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"Yeah, Halloween is a rough time of year for me. All of the stupid memories of home and everything. I was going to go out, but then just couldn't. So I stayed home, got drunk and watched sappy romance movies. What about you?"

"Seems like a lot of us did; you’re definitely not alone. What happened? Nothing too rough, I hope."