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Halloween Festival; open to everyone
Topic Started: Jul 25 2009, 02:24 PM (1,331 Views)
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It could be considered a spot of vanity, perhaps, that Erik even so much as approached the Halloween festival tonight, but now that he'd finally had his cast and his boot removed, Erik felt positively bristling with energy. He planned to open up his barber shop to haircuts again in the following day or so, now that he had a clean bill of health, but tonight...tonight, he'd know that he'd had to do something. Perhaps it came to mind when a small interaction with his roommate, the young Echo Anastasia, where she mentioned Halloween, and he's suddenly realized that there was a festival coming up, a Halloween party of sorts at the mansion. With only a short time to spare, Erik had rapidly sent for a few items from home that he had sitting around from another costume party he'd attended a few years back under his little sister's insistance, and now he was all too pleased to wear them.<br>
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Said costume was a throwback to one of his favorite literary works, and, even with his long red hair rippling down his back with every trace of the upcoming Winter winds, Erik still thought that he pulled off a rather convincing Red Death. Donned almost entirely in scarlet, Erik wore rather tight-fitting red velvet pants, which were tucked into nearly knee-high black leather boots, as well as a black button-down shirt beneath a red velvet suit jacket that buttoned down the front and fanned out into a long red cloak behind him in a sort of mockery of coat tails. A sinister white mask, courtesy of a woman in his hometown who formed masks as a hobby, covered his face from forehead to lips. His bangs were tucked under the mask, which was rather uncomfortable and sweaty but still more intimidating than having them simply hang over the edge. Black gloves sat on his hands, and a sheathed fake sword hung from his thick black belt.<br>
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Aye. He very much liked how he looked tonight.<br>
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Whether he liked it or not, he was also feeling rather flirtatious, his male urges feeling very angry at being cooped up for so long with absolutely no attention being made to the various females in the town. This was, of course, more than a problem for Erik, who was now living with a young girl who wouldn't notice a romantic advancement even if it was bluntly stated to her. It was only a blessing, then, that Erik truly held no attraction for her.<br>
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Speak of the devil, Erik mused, noting one Echo Anastasia across the lawn, looking as excited as ever. His lips curved into a bit of a smirk as he strode across the lawn, chin held high and height standing over many of the individuals at the party. After all, he really didn't feel like meeting anyone new right now. He might as well stick to what he knew, at least until he noticed someone intriguing. "Ah, Echo," he murmured, nodding to her. "Having a fine time?" By the time he'd gotten off work, after all, as he insisted on keeping his store open when the festival wasn't until later just in case people wanted to buy some hair dye or something of the sort, Echo had already left their house and started off here. "You look lovely." He definitely was feeling a bit more cordial tonight, to be sure.

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Space Criminals… it was indeed very interesting and she decided it defiantly went with the whole silver hair look. They both went on to complement her outfit and Ella was quite pleased, displaying a dimple filled grin in response. Seeing as how her costume was created from random pieces from her wardrobe it seemed pale in comparison to some of the more detailed getups. “ Well that’s creative, it defiantly caught my eye… and thanks… I kinda just slapped this thing together.”

She nodded when the shirtless man offered her some more punch. She noted that he seemed particularly apprehensive for someone who was bold enough to appear in public bare chested. Usually guys who paraded around in the clad were trying to show off how buff they were and this guy was defiantly in shape, and yet he was acting… modest? “Yes thank you,” she responded, smiling and extending her now empty cup. “Aren’t you cold?” she added, jokingly arching her brow. Ella couldn’t resist the delicious urge to tease the space criminal on his unconventional lack of attire.
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"Uhh..." Jake blushed again. Why is she asking if I'm cold?... "It's... yeah, it's kinda cold..."

Jake you're so worthless... April thought. It's a good thing I love you. "All for the sake of the costume," April grinned. "Jake doesn't mind the cold."

Jake took the empty cup from her hands, a little clumsily, feeling very awkward. Why does April toture me so? The torture wasn't over yet. Happy with how things were going, she looked off in the distance.

"Oh, I think I see..." She trailed off, not actually seeing anyone. She didn't know anyone other than Wyatt. "Hey Jake, I'll be back later."

"But, April, wait..." It was too late. She was already heading off into the distance. Oh boy...

Jake finished filling up the girls punch and handed it back.

"Uhm, here is your punch... Uh..." he was lost for words again, but desperately searched for something to say. "Your outfit really is nice. More impressive than mine," he smiled. That was good, right? OH!

"Uh, my name's Jake," he extended his hand to shake hers. "That was my sister April..."


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April wandered off, in no direction in particular, with a snack in her hands. She knew that Wyatt wouldn't be here, but she almost hoped that he would be. She nibbled on her snack, and looked around. Great, now I'm standing awkwardly. She slapped on a smile and pretended that she was enjoying herself. Maybe someone would find her.
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She gave a slight smirk when he didn’t seem to catch on to her jab, his partner chiming in to make up for it. And then, just as he was filling up her cup with the refreshment the girl who he had matching costumes with left the two of them alone.

She was now holding her glass, her cheeks turning the slightest tinge of pink because, again, he was complementing on her outfit. To bring the subject up yet again he must have really liked it, not just saying such a thing out of being polite or anything. Ella shrugged slightly. “I really don’t think your giving yourself much credit, I don’t know if a German waitress can hold a candle to a muscular space criminal.” she teased, letting out the smallest giggle. “I’m Ella Bradley, it’s a pleasure. I have an older brother myself, but I moved on the island alone. Are you guys living together?
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Fred laughed at both Juliet and Jim before popping the sausage in his mouth. Chewing and swallowing he went back to putting more weird looking food on his plate. "Well, the finger was good. And don't worry, Jimbo; I'll eat whatever you don't." Which was the truth. Well, unless it tasted like crap, in which case he would be sure to dump it.

Glancing at Jim, he plucked a spider--marshmallows with pretzels in them--from the table and put it on his plate. "This looks pretty safe. At least you can tell what it is."


She was really quite excited that the two of them were getting along normally, at least at the moment. It made her a little lonely...but there was no time for that! Reaching out, she patted Jim's shoulder, "Well I'm thirsty sooo~ you two boys try and behave yourselves." Winking she skipped over to the punch.

Slowing down to a walk, Juliet almost bumped into a musketeer; he looked pretty suave to her, leaning on the table and holding his drink. He's pretty cool... she thought, stealing a glance up at him as she reached for a drink of her own. ....kind of looks like a character in one of my favorite fighting games....herm....which one was it...? Sticking out her bottom lip a bit, she tried to remember who the guy reminded her of. Someone....ohh it's on the tip of my tongue....
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It was while he was drinking his punch and wishing once again that he owned some contacts or something of the sort that a tiny hot pink blur of epicness suddenly came toward him. His depth perception was already so horrid, however, that he could only assume that she was about five feet closer than she was and pressed himself back against the table, unsettling a bit of his punch out of his glass to splash onto the grass. ...yeah. Smooth. How frustrating, not being able to see.<br>
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The pink blob stopped beside him, he could tell that much from his peripheral vision, but he couldn't quite tell why. He could only logically assume that she'd grabbed a cup of punch. When she didn't move after that, William immediately descended into a self-conscious stupor, deciding immediately that she must be looking at him and judging his outfit as silly and generally ridiculous and unattractive and what not. Goddess, how embarrassing...he wasn't even really sure what to do about it.<br>
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So self-conscious was he, even, that he cleared his throat sharply suddenly and turned to look toward the blob, though amusingly enough his eyes were focused over her head unbeknownst to him."I-I, umm..." Oh yes. That was definitely a charming opening. He bit his bottom lip for a moment, dropping his head in embarrassment as his cheeks now began to flush in mortification. Not even here for five minutes and already he was making a fool of himself. However, now his eyes seemed to be focused on her chest, even though he couldn't actually distinguish shapes to be able to tell. As far as he was concerned, he was looking at the ground. "Umm...having a good time tonight?" he asked, trying to place his hand on the table to lean against it but instead placing it on two punch glasses and tipping them over as he flailed away from them<br>
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"Oh dear!" he announced, accidentally flinging his own glass of punch over his shoulder and hoping that he didn't drench anyone nearby. He stared toward the table, where the punch was slowly dripping off the sides of it, and gulped, cheeks growing even more red. "I-I...I don't h-have my glasses. I'm sorry. Please tell me I didn't spill anything on you," he offered rather timidly, biting his bottom lip as he did so. Well. A grand start to the evening, then.
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"I-I, umm..." Snapping out of her thoughts, Juliet turned her attention to the man beside her. Is The Blue Swordsman talking to me..? Oh yes! That was his name! Quite excited by the remembrance, she almost forgot to pay attention to the man before her. Of course, looking up at him excitedly, she noticed he was staring at...her chest? Glancing down at herself, she wondered if there was something there. Well, besides the obvious. ...oh. She was rather large busted so, suddenly self conscious, she crossed her arms. But as she watched the man he seemed...unfocused? And most definitely nervous.

"Umm...having a good time tonight?"
Blinking she nodded slowly, "U-um...so far-" But she didn't get to finish before the musketeer, apparently aiming for the table, places his hands on two punch glasses which of course sent them sprawling everywhere, drinks and all. Just as surprised as he was, Juliet let out a tiny "meep!" and jumped, spilling her own drink down the front of her costume.

"I-I...I don't h-have my glasses. I'm sorry. Please tell me I didn't spill anything on you,"

Looking up at him--so red faced and obviously horrified at what just happened, poor thing--Juliet could only laugh good naturedly, flinging some of the punch off her arm to the side. "Hahaha, not at all. I managed to do that on my own actually." No glasses huh? Well that would explain it. Leaning over the table, she snatched up a bunch of napkins and began to clean herself up a bit. She had to laugh again, and looked up at him smiling brightly, "You know, I would do the same thing only I'd do it with my perfect vision, so no biggy~. Besides...." she glanced at the table, "...we'll just say it's suppose to be dripping blood or something."
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Rage, vexation, exasperation, displeasure, crossness, irritation, irritability, indignation, pique; annoyance, fury, wrath, ire, outrage, irascibility, ill temper; informal slow burn, aggravation. What did these words all have in common? Currently the young girl (pretending to be a male) sorted though the list of words and phrases as she tried to accurately describe just what she was feeling inside. Like a tea kettle on the stove she would soon explode, just when you weren't expecting it.
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'Vexation....no that doesn't fit..' Cursing mentally the girl turned to send a well earned glare at the man who was responsible for getting her into this ghastly situation, Aiden Aiton. May a million deaths be cursed upon you and a whole lot of mumble jumble that she didn't believe in, still somewhere deep down, Izel wanted to curse him. Just what in the world was going on inside that tiny, deprived of oxygen mind of his? Izel remembered making it very clear of her hatred of all things that a festival was; she also remembered clearly stating she wanted to NOTHING on her birthday, no parties, no cake, no candles, no NOTHING
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sigh....and yet here she was along side Aiden standing just outside the festival. Izel, newly reminded of her anger continued to glare up at the man with the soul purpose of killing him and donating his body for science. Izel being the strong willed personal she'd gallantly fought against Aiden the entire time, kicking, shouting, screaming, pulling hair, you name it and it was done; all in attempt to not go to the festival. However, seeing as Aiden was a great deal larger then her, Izel's great efforts proved to be futile.
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So here she stood, arms crossed, cheeks poked out in a childish and spoiled way. As if going to the party wasn't bad enough, Aiden had forced her into wearing a costume, which Izel happily she owned no such thing, the goggle headed youth was raced over to Aiden's older sister's house and was given a skirt, purple blouce, tie, and apron, the entire outfit was pulled together (horribly) with cat ears and a tail.
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Jake smiled sheepishly as she called him 'muscular'. It wasn't like he worked out or anything, he was a writer for crying out loud. I do get out a lot though.... muscular... he'd never run a thought about his own looks before, but it didn't really matter to him either way. Seeing as the girl was giggling, he guessed it might be a good thing. Maybe... More red flushed to his cheeks

Thankfully, Ella changed the subject.

"Yeah, April and I moved over here together. It's nice having someone around," he spoke earnestly, feeling a little more comfortable not talking about costumes anymore. He would just have to deal with it.

Trying to keep the conversation to something a little more... acquaintance friendly... he continued on the moving in subject. "We, uh, actually just moved here a little while ago. How long have you been here?" He realized that was a little vague. "Oh, on the island I mean!" He quickly corrected himself. Smooth.

He refilled his punch cup, hoping to god that he was more interesting than it seemed. I'm really no good with people, he sighed mentally. This is going to be a long night.



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"Do what you want because a pirate is free, you are a pirate!" Aiden sang this cheerfully to himself, really uncertain of where the hell he learned it and really certain that he didn't care. Halloween was such a great time! Ohh, he loved it so. Dressing up! Scaring people! Mocking them! Who didn't enjoy such a fantastic holiday!? It was then that he remembered the grouchy little man at his side, Izel. Oh, right. Boy, did that guy kick hard! Perhaps he wasn't as girly as he initially thought. In fact, he quite approved of his level of testosterone. Yep, indeed he was. Quite impressive! Yes, yes, yes...
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<br>... Oh. Yeah. But the reason for all that struggle was because he didn't want to come, right? Aiden looked over at the brown-haired cat waitress... thing at his side. With cheeks puffed and a grouchy, child-like stance assumed perfectly. Stifling laughter (badly, however), he found himself forced to quickly look away. Y'know, before he killed himself in a fit of hilarity. "You... you look adorable, Rocko," he managed to offer through snickers and snorts. "R-really! It... it suits y-youhoohoohoo!" Unable to take any more, the hunched over, one hand thrown over his stomach and another on his hat to keep it from falling as he laughed. And laughed, and laughed, and laughed a lot more. Oh! Geeze! How he loved Zephyr for giving him the idea. Sure, it went against his whole 'I gotta teach Izel the rules of manliness!' thing he went on. But. Well, it was just too damn funny not to do! Seriously. It had to be illegal not to dress Izel up the way he did.
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<br>After maybe a minute or so of laughing, Aiden straightened up. Wiping tears of joy from his eyes, he gave a happy sigh. "Oh, you're going in there," he said, apparently having heard him. "C'mon, you have me to balance out your... great costume." Snort. "Yeah? I mean, people will be so busy with my awesome pirate-ness that you'll seem invisible! So relax." Upon mentioning his piratey demeanour, the archaeologist (if you could call him that) straightened his back and puffed out his chest proudly. He was really happy with his costume! Made himself. But no one needed to know that. It was simple, consisting of normal pieces of clothing. Plus the hat and the telescope. But whatever! He was trying something new, you know, trying to stay kinda accurate to reality. It was a big accomplishment!
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<br>Aiden stretched, then proceeded to walk towards the festivities. However, he stopped after a few steps and turned to look back at Izel, smiling. "Well. I won't drag you any more. Buuut if you want to ditch, you'll have to starve too. And, eh, that's fine. More food for me, after all!" His smile turned into a smirk. With a wink, he gave his short side-kick (as he had to affectionately come to see him as) a thumbs-up. "So what'll it be, my man?"

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<br>Another person at this Halloween celebration also felt like dying. Oh, nothing would make him happier in fact.
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<br>"Have I ever told you that I utterly despise your very essence and I think that your flesh should be slow-cooked in the inferno of hell?" Nathaniel growled, his voice dark and heavy - he was so angry and embarrassed that even screaming couldn't properly express how bitter he was. The man folded his arms, his blue eyes burning. Actually, to say that 'the man' folded his arms would be incorrect. Because, well, although he was not of the most attractive sort, Nathaniel's costume made him a woman. Urgh, if he had anything under his clothes he would like nothing more than to strip off the flowing silk kimono. Ugh, these white legging things - he couldn't even understand what they were! - were stuffy and uncomfortable, like walls of cotton around his legs. Not to mention the wig... and these glasses he didn't even need! And these gaudy red shoes! How utterly atrocious. He could honestly take them off right now and start beating that witch he called his cousin. Maybe use the fan for good measure. And if the circumstances were different, he surely would. Unquestionably.
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<br>Zephyr seemed to see his emotions. But... she did nothing. Except smile, that is. The young woman folded a hand across her stomach, holding the elbow of the opposite arm. She held her remaining hand to her face and gazed at her cousin lovingly. "I think you make a very fetching lady," she told him with a gentleness that would've been maternal, if not for the slight giggle in her voice. "Really! And don't worry, your glasses will hide your identity. You don't look much like Nathaniel Elgin at all... wouldn't you say, Natalie?" The brunette smiled warmly at him, but she was really dying inside with amusement. Seriously. Best. Bet. Ever. No regrets at all... on her part, at least.
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<br>Nathaniel swore quite unflatteringly. Then: "Please die."
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<br>"Aw, but then look at all the witnessess... you'd be framed." Zephyr, standing up from the tree they were leaning against, gestured around to the crowd before them. "Anyway, lighten up. Maybe Aaron will come and take you home."
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<br>The man hissed, but said nothing. He didn't know why he agreed to that dumb bet. He supposed that he was too eager to jump at a chance of going home... and he also supposed that he would be able to win. After all, going up and talking to Aaron again was such a simple task! ... But really, he died a little inside each time he remembered how terribly he had failed to even get close to his door. Ugh, why did Zephyr have to be so damn nosy about his life? If she hadn't found out about... tch. Swearing again, he covered his hand with his face and shook his head. How far the mighty have fallen, he groaned inwardly as he looked up again. When he did, in the distance he saw that idiot Aiden with that kid next to him. Ugh! Things just got worse and worse, didn't they?! With a disgusted gag, he took the opportunity to slip away into the shadows as Zephyr looked over to follow his gaze.
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<br>When Zephyr looked back, Nathaniel was gone. Sighing, she couldn't say she was surprised. Oh well, maybe she'd bump into him again. Her? Heh. Anyway. She glanced back at Izel and smiled even more. It was kinda obvious that she was a girl... she couldn't really understand why Aiden didn't see that, but both she and Evelyne decided it was better to not mention it. But, seeing her now, the young woman couldn't help but wonder if they should've dressed her as a boy? She didn't look too happy. They didn't really speak, so she and her blind friend had just assumed she wanted a chance to be a girl, a break from acting as a male.
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<br>... Oh well. Cross-dressing was done, and it was fun. Even though it technically wasn't cross-dressing in Izel's case... hrn. Anyway! She smoothed out her white dress, then adjusted the matching hat on her head. Briefly, she wondered if she should keep wearing the sash around her waist as it was, or wear it plain... her hips looked rather big without it, so she left it. Idly, she spun her broom on the ground. After a few moments, she picked it up and decided to practice her trick. Just to make sure she had it down pat. Holding it near the bristled end with her right hand, she glided her left over the pole until they were side-by-side. At that point, she let go and very quickly moved her hands to either end, revealing a metal sceptre out of a tiny puff of smoke and sparkles. The brunette caught it, smiling. "Hehe... not as rusty as I thought," she said cheerfully to herself.


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The party seemed pretty lively at the moment. People everywhere were dressed up to the T of halloween standards. Women in dresses, maids, vampire, witch, space pirates? People seemed to be enjoying themselves and having a great time, enjoying the spirit of the festitivities. <br><br>

Asa, on the other hand, was a little nervous. Excitement ran through her veins like adrenaline, but all the same she wondered if Peter would ever come. He'd invited her to this earlier during the season, and of course Asa had said yes. They'd hit it off, that wonderful farmer and her.

Although, there were some cute guys at the party... I'm such a flirt, she thought to herself. She tried to forget about everyone else there and concentrate on peter. It would be a lot easier if he were actually there... I wonder if he remembered...<br><br>

Either way Asa was going to enjoy herself. Her costume was perfect for her lithe body; a fairy. The green dress hugged her, and the fake wings sat lightly on her shoulders. She 'flitted' across the lawn in search of her date.
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She nodded in agreement as the stranger explained his current living situation, not that she would have lived here with her brother or anything, he was after all one of the main reasons she moved in the first place. No, it was more for the fact that while living on her own she had become conscious of just how lonesome one felt without family or any person to confide in.

“I’ve been here almost a whole season now but I---AH!” She let out a small yelp, like that of a confused pup as she felt cold blood colored punch, slide down her back. She shot a glare over her shoulder to find it had been the doings of a clumsy… or he an arrogant musketeer, seriously who gets rid of a drink by just dumping it out behind them… just put the glass down or something geesh.

"Hey watch it!" Ella growled before looking back at the space pirate, with an aggravated sigh. “Umh would you mind, wiping my back dry, someone just spilled punch on me, and yea…” Ella picked up a handful of napkins from the table and handed them over to her acquaintance and turned around. She felt a little foolish, but then again odd situations had a way of finding her, and all she could do was roll her eyes. Looks like I'm going to smell like fruit juice for the rest of the night...
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Everything was going just peechy until the girl he was talking with yelled mid-sentence. Some weirdo had just tossed punch behind him, and it spilled all over her. It aggravated Jake that someone would do that, but as he opened his mouth to say something, she already had covered it. He closed his mouth, not wanting to make any more of a scene.

The request was rather unorthodox, and Jake's eyes widened. The girl had already turned around before he could refuse. "Uh..." He stuttered, becoming red faced yet again that night. Thank goodness the lighting outside wasn't great to set the mood, otherwise he'd be like a red light house, warding people away from his socially awkward rocks.

"I, uh, okay..." he mumbled. He took the napkins and looked at her back; it was covered in juice. Alright... He gently started to wipe off the juice for Ella, getting redder by the moment. I'm so awful with girls! Why did she ask me to wipe it?

He finished and threw the napkins out. "There, all better," he said, trying to smile, trying to act like a normal guy. It wasn't working very well. She smelled like juice, but he didn't mind. It was like a strange sort of perfume. "Hopefully no more incidents like that happen tonight."

Of course, as he said this, half of the cookie he had picked up dropped to the ground. He couldn't help but chuckle at the coincidence. "Or maybe we won't have any luck tonight at all!" he commented.

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She was thinking Mr. Right, he was thinking Right Now
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Ella exhaled, quite relieved when he had noted that the mess had been dealt with, but internally, she was fussing over the issue of this red sugary liquid potentially leaving a stain(these were her actual clothes after all).

She turned back around to face the intergalactic bandit of sorts, gazing up into his dark brown eye that wasn’t covered by the pirate-esque eye patch. Jake earned a slight smirk on her end as he noted that hopefully tonight would not be met with anymore foul-ups, only to drop a good chunk of the bake good he was nibbling onto the lawn. Ah--gotta love situational irony.

With a chuckle and shake of her head she replied, “Well this is all hallows eve… it’s not exactly associated with being the luckiest night of the year, but considering the alternative---being haunted and what not, I have to say we aren’t doing too bad.” Ella let out a small laugh before her mouth twisted into a wry grin as she decided to continue down the list of questions assoisated with small talk, “So, when you aren’t off robbing the cosmos what is your other source of income? Do you have a job… or I guess want one for that matter?”
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<br> Soleil’s green eyes wondered around. So far, no one had sparked her interest, not enough to speak to anyway. With an unsatisfied sigh, she nearly glided over to the refreshment table and poured herself some of the punch. She brought the cup to her somewhat glossed lips, and took in the sweet liquid somewhat generously. The sugary liquid ran down her throat, making her slightly thirstier.
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She put the cup down, not planning on drinking it anymore. She figured someone would clean it up. Glancing back around her eyes lay upon a curious figure. He caught her eye only because he was dressed as a knight. While her attire was more like a king/queen, she could very well be a knight as well seeing as she carried a sword with her.
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Nearly sauntering, something she had no clue she was doing, she approached the figure. Once she was in front of him, she cleared her throat. “Bonjour, monsieur. I think your costume is very interesting,”
She told him with her thick French accent.

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Echo glanced around, taking in all the costumes. Most of them were lovely, while some frightened her. To be safe, she stuck close to Medusa. Slowly, her violet eyes lay upon a fellow who was walking her way. He looked familiar and she nearly jumped when he talked to her. Was it Erik Moore under that mask? She blinked up at him innocently.
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”Erik?” She asked in her child-like voice. “Oh, Erik! I’m glad you came! Medusa and I are having a lot of fun. Are you?” She smiled widely at her roommate after a firm realization that it was him. She was glad she found someone to talk to besides Medusa; sometimes it was hard to go up to someone, especially when a lot wore masks.
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She blushed when he said she looked lovely tonight. She bit her lip and smiled a little. “Thank you very much! You look pretty too!” Pretty. Wasn’t that a word to describe a female? Ah well, Echo was a bit different. As she said the previous statement, she rocked back and forth on her tip toes with her hands clasped in front of her.
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Medusa snorted. Had Echo really used “pretty?” It was amusing on her part, she got a kick from things like that and she was around those things a lot because of Echo. Medusa placed her hand on top of Echo’s head, smoothing out her hair as she leaned forward, her warm breath on Echo’s ear.
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“She is lovely, isn’t she? Too bad you can’t touch her,” Medusa said rather breathlessly before laying a peck on her minion’s cheek, waiting for the satisfying reaction from Echo. She may be innocent, but perhaps she’d get what Medusa was getting at. She would never allow anyone to touch Echo, they may taint her and then she’d come to a realization that Medusa was using her and then where would she be?

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Echo’s eyes widened slightly and her blush deepened. What had Medusa meant by, “Too bad you can’t touch her?” The way Medusa was close to her, her breath on Echo’s ear, and the fact that Medusa pecked her for the thousandth time, added to the blushing of Echo, even if she completely didn’t know what she had meant by that statement.
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Dark thought about how it was amusing that Kat purred. It seemed as if it just fit even if he had only known her for minutes. He found everything about this female amusing, in a good way, and very fun. Granted, he wouldn’t date someone like this, just flirt with. She was like his same, though.
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Dark’s dark eyes watched as Kat stroked his fake wing. He continued to watch, in his mysterious silence, as Kat told him that she whether or not her hair was naturally that color or not was a secret. Dark put his hands up in an, “Alright, I surrender, I won’t ask again” kind of way. His smirk stayed upon his face as he spoke.
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“As much as I am curious, I am not a cat to be killed, so I will leave it be.” He just had to poke fun at the famous saying, “Curiosity killed the cat.” “I hope you aren’t too curious about anything,” Dark added with a playful smile.
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