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 cntrlpingleton:

“wow — tracy would kill to do all that. well, not — not really kill, but she loves the spotlight. just not so much that it goes to her head, she’s just very into it,” she said. penny looked at her and shrugged. “well, yanno. segregation. blacks and whites being separated and all that. at our school, the black kids have their own bathrooms and water fountains — they’re not even allowed to dance with the white kids at school dances. they have to stay behind a rope. it’s pretty dumb… my boyfriend and i get a lot of talk about us. we’ve had people tell us we’re committing a sin. we’re the bad kind of popular in baltimore. everyone knows us as ‘the black guy and his white girlfriend’ and it drives me more crazy than my mother could ever get,” she said before sighing. “people just don’t get it. we don’t care what our skin looks like. we just love each other. i’d marry him in a heartbeat if he asked me. we’re gonna have some pretty cute babies some day,” she said with a smile, which faded quickly as she remembered seaweed was nowhere around and how worried he must have been that she wasn’t in baltimore anymore. “sounds good to me. i check everything before i eat it anyways.”

“i know exactly what you mean,” liv reassured her. “i’m sure if she keeps working at it, one day her dream will come true, too.” she was optimistic but not dumb -- she knew how lucky she was to be doing what she did. maybe it was unlikely that tracy, whoever she was, would have the same chance but it wasn’t impossible, either. “i...are you serious? segregation ended...well, a long time ago.” not long enough, really, but it wasn’t anything she’d had to worry about in her life time, of course. she never thought about how lucky she was to be able to date who she wanted to date, compared to people who lived during what penny was describing. she just wasn’t sure how the other girl could be telling the truth. “you know...i’m a white girl, my ex-boyfriend is black, and i’ve never heard anyone say anything derogatory about our relationship, so i...i just can’t imagine the type of response you’re talking about. but it sounds terrible.” in fact, liv hardly ever thought about the color of holden’s skin. baltimore was definitely not the worst of it these days, but there wasn’t much liv could say without more facts. “if you two do decide to get married and have babies, feel free to come stay with me in los angeles. nobody will look twice at you two.” liv was health conscious, but not because of dietary restrictions. it must be a pain to be so watchful when you had no choice. “and the park has medics -- just in case.”

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 fcdedhearts:

          “   NO,  NO,  MY LOVE  !   ”    she’ll exclaim,  practically tearing the horse costume out of the smaller girl’s hands.    “   just because there’s a dead body out here,  does not mean you have to look  …  like that  !  ”   she’ll toss the costume to the side,  booping  the other’s nose.    “   you just let me help you my darling,  yes  ?   ”     |  @inthemccnlight  ♡’d.

for a moment, all she can do is stare blankly. what the hell?? she’d had the perfect costume! “no,” she says bluntly, reaching to reclaim the horse suit. “some people might say your priorities aren’t in order. but personally, i just want you to get lost.”

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 fcdedhearts:

         “   you’d have to have known i wouldn’t have let you be out here tonight  ALONE,  rors.   ”    he’ll start,  tugging at his leather jacket.    “    —–  but,  do we  REALLY  have to match costumes  ?   ”   |  @inthemccnlight  ♡’d.

“i’m pretty sure my mother would unapologetically use a baseball bat to bash the legs of anyone who tried to touch me -- but i guess i can’t really blame you.” truthfully, she doesn’t want to lose sight of him, either. hence the matching costumes. they’re simply...more convenient, that’s all! “you didn’t have a better idea and we both know it.”

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 cntrlpingleton:

“broadway,” she said with slightly widened eyes. “that’s like… the tippy toppy of acting. are you an actress? that was a stupid question, you wouldn’t be doing a show if you weren’t one,” she said, immediately regretting the stupidity of her question. “i just stopped her cause i had a hypoglycemia attack and i knew where there’s fun, there’s food and sugar. now my sugar’s back up but so is my blood pressure, this place sucks.” penny’s hypoglycemia was a serious problem — especially for her because her sugar was already so low to begin with, and when it dropped, it dropped fast. “it’s fantastic — it’s my favorite place in the world. well… the record shop and the turnblads house are my favorite places, but baltimore in general. it’s great. aside from the segregation, that part really sucks… makes my heart hurt.” segregation upset her long before she met seaweed. but it sure did bother her a lot more now than ever. she thought for a few seconds, thinking of the pros and cons. of course… there weren’t many cons. except that her sweet tooth would kick in. but the biggest pro was that she’d have something on hand in case her sugar dropped. and the few times she went trick-or-treating as a child, she really had enjoyed it. “okay… but, anything that contains any kind of nut has to be sealed in some sort of wrapper. i’ll die.”

many didn’t feel that way, so she was glad to hear someone else agree with her that landing a role on broadway was the dream -- pun on her former band’s name intended. “i’m am an actress, and a singer, and a dancer when required.” liv would never call herself a bad dancer, but certainly it wasn’t her strength. “on the bright side, you’ll never have low blood sugar again.” it was hard to find the silver linings, but darn if she wouldn’t try. at the word segregation, liv tensed up and gave the girl a confused smile. “what do you mean??” of course the word had a very specific connotation in the united states, but maybe she meant it in some new way liv hadn’t heard of yet. “i’ll be on nut patrol. if i’m handed, say, a kit kat bar, i’ll give it right to you in case the next candy bar is a snickers, or something.”

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 cntrlpingleton:

“did you run away too?” she asked before shaking her head, remembering that the amber lookalike just told her running away wasn’t a good idea. “never mind, don’t answer that. i forget things easily.” penny nodded, sighing quietly but deeply at the thought of her home. baltimore, that is. not her literal house. “i miss it… my friends… my boyfriend… i should have just gone to tracy or seaweed… heck, i would’ve even gone to amber, she hates my mother more than i do. everyone does.” the short brunette gave live a small half smile. “this isn’t vintage in baltimore. it’s not exactly… fashionable. but not vintage for sure. we all wear stuff like this.” her head shook and she gave a soft hum. “huh-uh. my mother doesn’t let me. she thinks it’s celebrating the devil. besides, i’m getting too old for it. i just turned sixteen, i’m ancient compared to some of the kids around.”

“don’t worry about it,” she assured penny with a smile. “i was actually doing a show on broadway and i thought i’d visit something fun before i went back home. the yelp reviews for this place are not accurate.” considering there was no way to even contact the outside world from inside the park, she assumed the good reviews were left by the park owner using various accounts, or something similar. “hm...well, i’ll have to take your word for it! i’ve never actually been to baltimore.” there were lots of places she had never been to and now she was seriously starting to worry she would never get the chance. she laughed, "i’m nineteen, so i think you’re...a perfectly appropriate age for trick-or-treating. come on, we can go to the rest of the booths in this part of the park together.” liv tried to sound encouraging, like it would be fun, but really she just wanted to help penny comply without freaking her out. if she had missed the announcement, then she was lucky. “free candy has no age limit.”

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 cntrlpingleton:

“you look exactly like a friend of mine… well, she’s not really a friend, she’s more like the mean girl that torments my best friend but is nice to me because she pities me,” she rambled. “penny lou pingleton.” she’d heard that lecture before. she was eight years old and she ran away from home to the turnblad house. she was also ten and thirteen and fifteen. miss edna told her every single time she should never run away because it was dangerous — but penny knew it was different this time. it was more serious this time. she wasn’t just downtown crying in her best friend’s mother’s arms in baltimore this time. she didn’t know exactly where she was. and that was the dangerous part. aside from a killer being on the loose. “i just need to get back to baltimore. if i never see my mother again, i’ll be fine — but i — i need seaweed and tracy and… and miss edna, god i miss miss edna’s hugs,” she said almost in a whisper. she gave the girl a confused expression, tilting her head to the side. “what are you talking about costume? i’m not in a costume, these are my clothes,” she said, unsure of whether she should be offended or not.

her eyebrows furrowed at the thought of someone else besides maddie having her face, and that this person could be mean. liv led a crusade against bullying, for goodness sake! “i can assure you i am nothing like your...non-friend. and i don’t pity you, but i do sympathize. i wish i could go home, too, penny.” liv threw her name out, just to show that she had been paying attention. “baltimore? at least you’re not too far from home.” whether it was steven’s point or los angeles, liv felt as if the miles stretching from her home to syracuse were endless. “oh! oh, of course, um. i, too, am a fan of a more vintage style of clothing.” half her wardrobe came from modcloth, after all. “but, in a pinch, that’ll do for a costume. have you gone trick or treating yet?” she asked nervously but tried to hide it. if she couldn’t pretend -- no, act -- like she wasn’t freaking out, than her entire professional life was a lie.

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 mocnlaced:

his costume is cheesy, peter is hyper aware of that but it also makes sense. if he wore his actual supersuit, he wouldn’t be able to talk to people without being suspicious but if he wore a normal costume he wouldn’t be able to investigate what had happened ( he doesn’t even want to think about it ). that’s how he had settled on his homemade spiderman suit, he could just claim to be a fan. as he retreats from one of the creepy vendors ( who wouldn’t even talk to him or answer his questions ) he falls into step next to a person. “are you okay?” the answer is probably obvious but he has to ask.

usually, star would love the opportunity to dress up in a costume. however, she still isn’t sure what exactly halloween is, and she knows there are more pressing matters to focus on. although she has the magic to make whatever she wants, her costume is simply a blue unicorn horn attached to her forehead with a blue dress that differs from what she usually wears. she turned her hair pink but left her skin the same. pony head wouldn’t mind the costume -- hopefully. regardless, it was the first thing she could think of. “me?? i’m fine. i mean...i’m alive and i’m not afraid of that changing any time soon, so.” star shrugs, then glances at the stranger. “what are you supposed to be?”

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 cntrlpingleton:

her eyes widened, looking at the girl in front of her. she knew that face. that face was of one amber von tussle. but… she knew amber well enough to know she wouldn’t dress as something so simple and basic — the von tussles were over the top no matter what day it was. penny was convinced they even slept in ballgowns instead of nightgowns. “amber…?” she asked, uncertainty in her voice as she highly doubted this was the girl the grew up with. “i’m — no, i’m not lost, i just — i need to go home, i thought going somewhere that wasn’t home would get me away from issues and… and clearly, this place wasn’t the right place,” she said as she adjusted her glasses.

“hm?” liv quickly ran down all the roles she had played and couldn’t recall ever playing a character with that name. “i’m liv. liv rooney. and you are?” she asked politely. it seemed trivial to exchange pleasantries with someone under the circumstances, but this bespectacled person seemed even more lost than liv was, so it was her duty to help. “running away never helps -- i hope you remember that what we all get out of here. well, if. i’m sorry, but...i don’t think anyone can leave.” she knew this was hard to hear, so she quickly changed the subject. “what’s your costume? like, sock hop girl, or something?”

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 cntrlpingleton:

“i don’t like this place much…” penny said out loud to herself as she nervously ran her hands through one of her pigtails. “i need to go home… tracy’s probably looking for me, seaweed’s probably worried sick, and… miss edna, god i bet if she found out i ran away she’d be in the middle of a heart attack. or stress eating…” she muttered. as her brown eyes looked around, her tiny body simultaneously ran into somebody and it snapped her attention to the person in front of her, stepping back and covering her mouth. “oh my gosh, i’m so sorry! are you okay?”

it was apt that liv would run into someone while dressed as red riding hood. normally she wasn’t one for outfit repeating, but under the circumstances, she didn’t have the frame of mind to think of something more creative. it was bad enough being away from her family, again, but now this place wasn’t just off-putting, it was dangerous. liv couldn’t help screaming as her body collided with another, positive it was the murderer. she put a hand to her chest, bending over slightly to catch her breath. “define okay.” she stood up, forcing a smile to put the other small girl at ease. “don’t worry, you’re not the reason i’m scared. are you lost?”

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 unkncwnhearts:

         “ i just turned TWENTY ONE— i think i know enough , “ she says with a laugh. was she really twenty one? she stopped counting the years that passed after the FOURTH sacrifice , everything seemed to blur together at that point , so it would just be a WASTE of time. “ it’s on me , but you can choose , if you want. ”

“oh, really? congratulations. i feel as though i should be the one buying you a drink, but since you insist...” elektra looked in the direction of the closest waiter and he came over without her so much as motioning. “vodka martini -- or mezcal, if you have it.” which, they wouldn’t. this was an amusement park, after all. “two, thank you.” when he left, she looked back at her new acquaintance. “you have to start them young. isn’t that what people say?” she smiled charitably, like ordering a drink for her was a great kindness.

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 nerfthxs:

here comes a new challenger! @inthemccnlight from this

“That or worrying that your weapon will hurt someone.” Hana had to remember who Gogo was but when she saw the costume and the toy weapon, she had to say to make sure. She didn’t want to find out if she was as skilled as the character. Glancing down at her pin-up girl cruiser outfit, she frowned to herself. “Oh. come on. Isn’t it obvious?” She tried to put on her cutest voice, winking at her as she acted as her character. “Hey Daddy’o!”

Lara Jean looked down at the fake chain flail in her hands, nervously shaking it around. “It’s just plastic.” Not that someone who did know what they were doing couldn’t still do some damage -- she just wasn’t that someone. She nodded and forced a smile so she wouldn’t look too clueless. A lot of costumes were hard to get unless you happened to know the subject matter, but she didn’t want to make the other girl feel bad. “Oh, um, right! It’s just...I think the headphones are a little confusing.”

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 firesfury:

( … ) “not to be THAT person, but are you sure you’re tall enough for this ride?”

“i happen to be a very reasonable height, thank you very much!!” liv leaned against the height stick, her arm on the top (see, clearly she was tall enough), until it started to lean and she nearly fell over. she coughed. “i see politeness isn’t a job requirement.”

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 blccdyshoes:

           ❛ right, okay i can see you’re not liking this game as much as i’m BUT !!  ❜ there it was, that mischievous grin that could only get him in, or mean trouble.   although these days, ed could not remember the other side of him, the riddler, he still existed, he still lived within him, trying to revive itself by coming back through his consistent riddles.  ❛ i promise to let you get out of this store, with a free gift if you answer my next riddle right —- ready? ❜

usagi really didn’t like word games or puzzles or anything that reminded her of school. the idea of a free gift was mildly interesting, but she was more than willing to pay for the trinket she’d grabbed and get the heck out of there. something about this man was...off-putting, and not just because he wouldn’t let her leave. “look here, you, i’m already trapped in this terrifying park, without any of my friends!! i don’t appreciate your games. so, to answer your question, no. i can tell you already that i’m not going to know the answer.”

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 fcrgetmenott:

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        ❝  i’m glad you like them. i wasn’t sure if they were going to be any good because this is only the second time i’m making them , ❞ angel admits as she puts the lid back on the container of cookies. until she made her way to the park , it had been years since she baked anything at all. ❝  i just thought that i would give them a try since pumpkins are so popular right now - there was a whole bunch of them in the hotel kitchen.  ❞

she takes another bite and nods her head. “i can’t tell, if that makes you feel better. i’d think you make them all the time.” rory liked to eat (understatement) but she didn’t like to bake, nor did she particularly have any skill. still, she thought she was qualified enough to know a good cookie when she tasted it. “...really? are we, um, supposed to be in there?”

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 blccdyshoes:

       ❛ can i borrow this? ❜ it wasn’t like his initial thought was to give it back to the other, but after a second thought he decided to ask, after all it would seem less suspicious if he didn’t return the item.  ❛ i just — need it to find SOME people. ❜

“well, since you asked,” she said sarcastically. “i happen to be in the same boat, so if you would please return that when you’re done...” liv drifted off. he got the gist. the ipad was supposed to be more convenient to carry around than a laptop, but it was also easier for strange boys to swipe from her, it seemed. “did you come here alone, too?”

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 unkncwnhearts:

         “ look , i know it’s not the most convenient , but can i like , buy you a drink or something so i don’t look like a total fucking loser over here? “ she looks up at them nervously , before flashing a smile.

“it’s certainly not inconvenient,” elektra says smoothly before taking another look at the stranger. “a free drink is a free drink. are you sure you’re old enough to buy anything good?”

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 bcbysplaylist:

he runs a hand through his hair, grinning. “good, wouldn’t want to put you up there and have you flake” he presses a finger to his lip, musing at the question. “peanut butter…or chocolate…or both.”

“i could always bring a parachute, just in case.” maybe in a life or death situation she could bring herself to use a parachute, but probably not while leaping from a ferris wheel. “ooh, both! okay, great, i can do both. i have a recipe for reese’s cookies, i’ll just...have to do it from memory.” which, for her, was easier than one might think.