THRILLER NIGHT

[imaskellington.livejournal.com]

[the main part of the dressing room has been cleared out. what appears to be a glowing orb that acts light a Disco ball floats in mid air, and there's a random skeleton disc jockey already.

there are also food tables around, and because of the variety of monsters people have transformed into, there's normal food and weird food.]

Happy Halloween!

[ooc: BIGASS HALLOWEEN PARTY. Whatever floats your Halloween boat. Dance the thriller, bob for apples, trick or treat, dance with people, flirt, PLAY TRICKS, have sex, whatever. and I will be popping in and out online and offline because busy with mass cooking. >.<]

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[wantstobeone.livejournal.com]

I get candy too, right?

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[lightningshards.livejournal.com]

[there's an Organization coat on the floor and wisps of darkness coming from this Larxene...but it's not because she's fading. She's watching as her "costume" for the past few days is vanishing bit by bit. Those passing by might be able to catch a glimpse of dead wildflowers in her hair, a white, sodden shift torn about the hem, a tinge of blue on her lips - before it all disappears, leaving her in nothing more than her undergarments.

She's quite nonchalant about this. She's had her very mind flayed open for all to see before, so what is modesty to her? Casually she picks up the coat and slips into it, zipping it up. Then she pauses, reaching inside a pocket to pull out a very familiar, very bloodstained crown necklace, holding it up to dangle in the air. She smiles.]

It's almost funny.

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[notyetguilty.livejournal.com]

I'll kill you!

[comes a shout from a dark hall. it looks like the lights are out, for whatever reason, though the one at the center of the hall just keeps flickering, and there's an angry shuffle, and another echoing scream, then what sounds like metal clanging against a wall, and a disgruntled cry.

the closer one gets to the actual sound, they may find that it's above them-- actually, he's caught in a person-sized bird cage.]

I'm going to-[his words just carry off into screeching growls, and the metal clashes against the wall again.]

a little misguided.

[quavering.livejournal.com]

[Sora was never what he would call 'artistic', yet he still had a sketch pad propped up on his legs and a pencil in his hand. he was sloppily sketching the surrounding room.]

The Darkness is my Ally...

[setzdelioncourt.livejournal.com]

[He was simply roaming the halls as he often times was, searching for a willing meal... Why he stuck to his vows of never taking blood from an unwilling host was a mystery... But he kept his word thus far, hasn't he? Wouldn't it be a shame if he lost his patience? ]

 

[ooc: You know the deal. He won't kill you or turn you into a vampire...er, i guess unless if you wanted him to? XD ]