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▓ At this Location: In the Garden ▓ Thinking About: Tonight ▓ While on Team: Atlas ▓


Without skipping a beat, Cam packed a ball of mud and immediately flung it at Farren, responding to her dare. All the while, sticking his tongue out at her, only to slip it back in his mouth and turn to the plants as his daughter started folding the book back down.

It was always fun and games outside the missions and training with the kinetic absorptionist. Cam was easily the oldest of the two teams, with a few a couple years younger than him. Farren often proved herself on a more mature side without taking too much to heart. It wasn't that the others were immature, but their maturity was in their own rights from different backgrounds. Given Cam's vulgarity, and differences separating him from the military, her ability to shrug off his antagonizing annoyance and vulgarity was a warm surprise.

"Yeah? We can go costume shopping, I'm curious as to what a real costume would be. Because I am pretty sure I am confident in what I had planned for the night." Cam responded, scrunching his nose slightly and wiggling his head in a 'neener neener' way at her.

"I mean, I trust 'em, Kat trusts 'em. Randal been helping me breed plants that can survive winter, given his mutation and all. Cam responded to her jest in regards to it's quality.

"I like them! They're yummy! Kat chimed in, hearing Farren's joke at her dad's gardening skills. The jest going completely over her head as she bit into another strawberry. The kinetic absorptionist stepped over to her to discuss her costume.

As Farren gave her the look of triumph, Cam gave as-a-matter-of-fact kind of look of victory, he smirked. He mouthed out 'I helped,' trampling her triumphant sass.

"I hope so! I love candy, it's my favorite." She said, rubbing her tummy and letting out a slight jump of excitement at the thoughts of mountains of candy.

"See, I told you!" Kat followed up Farren's praise of the strawberry. She talked about her own costume and brought up Monster's Inc. "I love that movie! My favorite is Mike Wazowski, sometimes daddy sounds like Raz, cause sometimes he's grumpy in the mornings, and reminds me that he's keeping an eye on me. 'I'm always watching you, Katiria Azrak." She said, giving her best impression of Raz's hoarse voice.

"We can't have any waste indeed. Peppers on the other hand.." Cam looked over to his tobasco pepper plant. It yielded almost 70 a week. The tiny suckers were spicy, but there's just no way he could keep up with the yield. Not as many people liked spice like he did.

"When are you getting ready for the party? And when I get the chance, you can let me know if my costume is a 'real' one." He said, laughing slightly.





**Party Time**


Cam left Kat's room after taking her from dorm to dorm and across the mansion to collect candy in her Tiger Princess costume. "Behave, I'll come by and check on you after! Love you." Cam called one last lime out to his daughter before closing the door. A hurried 'I love you too' returned as she readied her candy and video games for the evening, still in her tiger costume.

Cam strode down the hall in his Chewbacca onesie, and sombrero in hand. He had a slight smirk at the corner of his mouth. It's been a while since he partied, and boy was he gonna party tonight. Rounding the corner the elevator doors open and Scott was standing there.

"Oh, just who I was looking for. The senior X-man said. "So, considering you're on the older side compared to the rest of your team mates, I have a favor to ask of you." He continued as he pressed the button for the floor of the party, knowing Cam's destination. Cam raised his eyebrow. Was that an attack on his age? He could have left it from 'older side' to the oldest, and it would have sounded less aggressive for some reason.

"Can you make sure that your under aged team mates don't drink ton-" He started asking his favor.

"You're sh*tting me, right?" Cam interrupted. Scott was slightly taken aback by the vulgar interruption, following up with a slight scowl. Almost as if the beams in his eyes were about to pierce his glasses.

"C'mon, you really think that one, they're going to abide by it, and two listen to me, even if I say that you told me to?" Cam continued with his interjection. Scott's scowl remained, this time, his lips pursed, adding to the aggressive glare. "I take it 'favor' was just trying to be nice?"

"Mmhmm. Make sure they behave." Summers said. As he did so, the elevator doors opened and Cam stepped off. "Thank you, now I've got some other stuff to attend to." Scott said, not giving Cam a chance to interject and hit the elevator button.

"I'll do it the best of my drunken abilities tonight!" Cam responded, giving an over exaggerated salute, mocking Summers.

"F*cking boy scout." Cam muttered as the doors finally closed and he dropped his salute. He made his way to the party area and looked around. The scene was lively and the party was underway. Undoubtedly there were already under aged mutants drinking.

Cam made his way to the drink station, pulled out a chigger and poured up a double tequila, neat, added a splash of water and squeezed some lime into it. The tequila he brought was already chilled, so he didn't need to chill it anymore.

"EXCUSE ME, EXCUSE ME, CAN I HAVE YOUR ATTENTION PLEASE?" Cam called out to the room, hollering over the bustle and music.

"I just want to inform you guys, that Chief Eagle Scout of the Third Degree Summers has asked that I ensure no underage drinking happens. He must have Halloween and April Fools confused, because we sure as sh*t know that's not gonna happen. So, to cover my a**, don't let me see it happening. Think of it as like, some form of stealth mission. Practice making it secretly or something. I don't really care what you do. I didn't volunteer for this, I was voluntold. Happy Halloween." Cam finished his little blurb of ensuring his a** was covered. He would dutifully ensure there was no underage drinking... in his immediate vicinity. With that, he raised his glass and knocked back his tequila before pouring another one.

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Caleb had decided to spend the day on his own, sifting through one of his many routines as he did so. This particular routine was like every other in that it was conducted with the objective of his skills and himself remaining in tip top shape. One had to hone their practice both on and off of the battle field in order to grow and learn. Not to mention the last thing he wanted to do was become sloppy or dull due to inactivity or lack of effort.

The routine he'd chosen happened to be very demanding physically but also mentally as far as discipline and will power went. It could easily be compared to conditioning exercises conducted by the military or intense athletes. First up was simply running five miles before engaging some gym equipment and perhaps the pool for some laps before engaging in more strenuous activity.

He had managed to make it through his run and had bench pressed some weight before his phone started going off. Seeing as there was only one person he'd even bothered giving his number to: odds were that it was Addison.

Sure enough, once the ex-solider had put the weights back and wiped down the area, he pulled out his phone to see an unread text from Addison. Upon reading it, the cyrokinetic couldn't help but grimace at the beach bum's inquiry.

The cyrokinetic looked around the room once more, almost as if he was expecting someone to be watching him or to pop out of no where. He'd be lying if he said he wasn't genuinely surprised he was the sole occupant in the gym. Typically there was at least one other individual every other time he'd come here in the past.

He sighed, placed a hand on the back of his head and closed his eyes for a moment, savoring the solitude of the gym as he contemplated his response to Addison. Had it been anyone else in the world who had asked him whether or not he would go to the party, it would have been an easy no but it just had to be Addison who'd asked him. If he said no, he could already picture the disappointment it would bring her and the thought alone was almost too much to bear. How she'd managed to train him almost as if he were a puppy was still a perception he battled with. The last thing he wanted to be was someone's dog.

'I wasn't really planning on it but I guess I can show up for a bit.' He texted in response.

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The cyrokinetic was one of the first to arrive, it seemed, as the room was rather vacant for the time being. Considering his quiet, cold demeanor accompanied by his lack of costume, he banked heavily on not being approached by strangers. His desire was to be left to his own devices and not to have to engage in any unnecessary small talk save for perhaps Addi and Raine. Sullen was definitely an apt word for the formerly alcoholic ex-soldier that had been asked to attend a Halloween party of all things.

While Caleb was normally a quiet person, even by his standards he was radiating an agitated 'kill joy' aura tonight. He really didn't want to be here stuck in a room full of obnoxious, loud, soon to be drinking people. He just didn't have a good feeling about it and his hunches were rarely wrong when it came to these things.

Just as he settled down and a few people had begun trickling in, as if to say 'I told you so', the supposed designated 'guardian' of the group shouted at the top of his lungs that he didn't give a ******** if people were drinking under aged as long as he didn't see it. Caleb merely rolled his eyes at the spectacle and sighed in annoyance at the s**t show that was guaranteed to follow. It was only a matter of time before someone did something excessively stupid or someone got into a heated discussion with someone else and their lack of self-control would escalate it into something ridiculous.

xxxxxRipley Cortez




Power Mimic ★ Team Nova



While waiting for a response from Lachlan, Amara raised the idea that he could be busy. Ripley threw her hands in the air in a more dramatic way than really necessary, as if in defeat. “What would he be busy with??”

“The only thing he has to do today is go to the party.” Of course, the power mimic didn’t actually know that, but surely he would’ve told her if he’d had anything else to do today…. right??? As his delayed response from the other side of the door reached the two brunettes, Ripley’s expression became that of a subtle ‘I told you so’ with an unamused hand held out as if to display the door as evidence.

She crossed her arms impatiently while they waited for the super-strengthed farm boy to open up, and as soon as he did, she took Amara’s arm and dragged her inside, brushing past Lachlan as he asked what was going on. Amara’s answer only exasperated the techy further. “See??” Anyone would be able to tell how flabbergasted she was that the telepath was so out of touch with Halloween norms! Ripley, on the other hand, took the holiday festivities very seriously not just in real life, but in grinding out events in her games to get cute Halloween swag.It was just too fun! She loved spooky stuff!! “She doesn’t have a costume! What do you think,” She stepped back to size up her bestie “Cat, doctor, zombie, superhero?? Um… Demon, vampire? What else? What should she be??”

Lachlan apologized for the mess that his room was, and Ripley glanced around in response, but otherwise was too preoccupied with the situation at hand to acknowledge it. She plopped down onto his bed in a huff. “What are you gonna be?”

Maybe it would give them some more ideas. She could certainly get a costume together for her friend, and do her makeup for her, they just had to decide what she would be.

When Lachlan offered them coffee or tea, the power mimic perked up happily and gently clapped her hands together. “Tea sounds lovely if you have some honey for it~”

“So I have some odds and ends from my old costumes, and plenty of makeup for whatever…” she continued on, pulling her phone out to scroll through more ideas from Google and Pintrest.



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Roland Anton Chevalier
Location: James’ Dorm/Halloween Party
Thoughts: Party time



Two Years Ago, Mogadishu, Somalia

His armor slithered over him, an oft familiar yet somewhat strange sensation flowed over him. A warmth flowed over him, a comforting warmth that always accompanied his armored state. He couldn’t attribute it to the climate, it happened every time he “suited up” so to speak. It was as if his mutation was making him comfortable before he was called to carry out his violent deeds. It was somewhat… unreal for him. It took him into a state of mind that was perhaps a bit too uncomfortable with the coming situation.

His squadmates were shocked at the sight, but as he leaped over the cover they sprung to action. Rifles at the ready, they laid down heavy fire on the enemy. Focusing for a moment, he formed a spear in his hand that he quickly threw into the operator of the mounted machine gun. The weapon struck home with gusto, his enhanced strength knocking him back as it hammered him in the torso. He roared out as he sprinted towards his wounded fellow soldier, drawing the enemy’s attention in a hope that they wouldn’t be paying attention to the subsequent covering fire...

Now

The big guy stood in the doorway looking at who he now knew as James and Aurelie taking in the situation. Apparently Aurelie’s sister had a hell of a sense of humor, sending her a selection of… costumes for the Halloween party this evening. The two of them both didn’t seem bothered by what he’d overheard, to which he nodded. Being on a base, you tend to keep your business to yourself. Anything super personal that got discovered by a fellow soldier could easily turn into the latest fodder for inside jokes among the battalion. When he joked about a costume contest he immediately followed up, “I kid, just trying to add some levity to the situation. As far as I know there isn’t one happening.” but he did think to himself that it was in fact a Halloween party. More often than not, a contest usually did happen. Though his experience with Halloween parties were at bars, where things were a lot more… sloppy.

“And yes, if there was one you wouldn’t be obligated to participate if you didn’t want to.”

He was then met with a request to move from his roommate Quintin. From what he gathered about the guy, he seemed decent enough. Worked as a recruiter of sorts for the Academy, so he would often travel a bit. Made things kind of nice for him, since it opened the room up to just him by his lonesome for a while. The man’s Irish lilt was pleasant to the ear, it had a melodic tone to it that he couldn’t help but appreciate. Apparently he needed to drop off a report for James’ roommate, who Aurelie identified as a TA. Interesting. Soon after the blonde left in a huff, getting herself ready for the party. With a gentle nod he replied to her “I’ll be there with bells on.”

-Later-

He did a final stress test on the bolts glued to his neck. Short of trying to rip them off, they weren’t going anywhere. He did one more touch up on the green face paint that he applied with care. It was funny, how more often than not he was using that type of paint for camouflage till recently. Now, it was for a Halloween costume. Taking a moment before leaving, he grabbed his flask as well. He kept a good bourbon in it, and given the night there was a good chance he’d probably need a pull from the good stuff. The one and only thing, outside of barbecue, that Tennessee produced was this bourbon.

He made his way to the party, his Frankenstein monster costume in all of its horrid glory. Nothing like a quick trip to Target for some black pants, shirt, and some big ol’ boots to make a Halloween costume so simple. He moved smoothly as he could when he got to the party, taking in the environment. Some people were around the punch bowl, and some pop song was playing over the audio system.

“Well, this ought to be interesting.” he thought to himself, as he got ready to mingle...

OOC: Hope it’s not awful.

XX【 】Name: Alexander "Lex" Magnus
XX【 】Codename: Wraith
XX【 】Team Affiliation: n/a
XX【 】Location: Halloween Party
XX【 】With: various
XX【 】Actions: Mingled, sort of.
XX【 】Costume: Plague doctor

After the gun range, Wraith was at a bit of a loss. He was unsure what this holiday meant to him anymore. Traditionally, it was one where kids and even some adults would dress up as monsters and go have fun. Every other day of the year, anything that was different was shunned with social recoil and even violence. Mutants were monsters, but on this day, they were celebrated? Or perhaps it was just the psychology of it all. Vampires were lust incarnate. Werewolves were an analogous to power. Ghosts and skeletons were death. It was all poking fun at their worst fears. Maybe that was what made most people enjoy the holiday. And yet, living here in the mansion was like living in Halloween town from the Nightmare before Christmas. Here there were the monsters that society wouldn’t abide, all living in peace. A microcosm of society where humans were the oddity. But that raised the question: What does a ‘monster’ cosplay as? He had been spending a long time thinking about this and come up with few answers. In the end, the thought it would simply come down to just attending the party without a costume. Then it hit him. Death. The one thing that they need to be wary of, both humans and mutants. But how to portray it? The reaper was too obvious. Too cliché. He needed to come up with something more meaningful. Well, he wanted to be more meaningful. It took a bit of last-second shopping at a store not far from the house, but he made it back just in time. He could get most of the wardrobe here at the house, but one item was special. He put on his plague mask, and went down.

Walking in without fanfaire, he was happy to just mingle. With a long trenchcoat on, a wide-brimmed hat, and his mask, few could tell who was under the costume till he spoke. A plague doctor. The epitome of human arrogance and stupidity in the face of dread. Doctors of medicine shoving flowers and herbs in a long mask to hide the smell of death and disease as if that was any help. Pretending to aid those that needed help when they were really ignoring the problem with superstition. To Wraith, it was a perfect allegory for their current situation. Nobody wanted to help the mutants but those that were too mutated to hide in society. True, they were in the institute and safe- but a reminder never truly hurt that humans couldn’t be trusted. Especially those that wore masks. Mingling was never his strong suit, but as long as he was quiet, Wraith could be a nobody- and nobody is largely ignored. He could just be around others without having to be too social. Small wonder he liked masks so much.


OOC: Crap post

Gabriel Byrne
Location: Pool/Party ne
Thoughts: Party time

Gabe awkwardly made his way around the pool after his quick 500. 20 laps is not something a normal person would be able to hop out of the pool after and be chipper. But he could do that, his mutation made things much easier in that regard. He moved around with wet feet, his foosteps light and filled with energy. Making his way to the jaccuzzi he was introduced to Darius, Daylia, and Gracie. He had really stuck his foot in his mouth, his social awkwardness making things even worse for him. He rubbed the back of his head indicating that he knew exactly how he screwed up. It took him a moment to try and recollect himself, giving some time for someone to chime in. Luckily that was handled in quick order.

Gracie seemed to recognize him from the kitchen when the cake exploded. “Oh that was you?” he asked, remembering that day quite vividly, he laughed for a moment, “And no, I was not there for the jello. Never was a fan of the stuff. I was doing meal prep when the cake blew up, made things very interesting, to say the least.”

“Come to think of it, I think every time I’ve seen you come out of the kitchen something has gone wrong. I had to replace the toaster after I was forced to shoot it. It started dancing on its own, tried to burn me…” the prospect of having to unload half a cylinder into a toaster was unsettling. For a second at the time he thought Skynet had taken over, things went from batshit to a full-on shitstorm when Beast showed up ready to rip someone apart. Not a great sight at 3 in the morning.

Taking a moment, he waved farewell, “I gotta roll, gotta get my device back and do some tinkering before the party tonight. See you there, maybe.” and with that he departed. He quickly grabbed his lap counter and packed it away, bringing it with him. Basically sprinting back to his floor, he quickly showered and got dressed. He had a party to attend!

-Later-

He showed up at the party, the spurs of his boots clinging as he walked in. He was dressed in the attire of “The Man With No Name” of the famous “Dollars” trilogy of films. If pressed he could even do some tricks with the Colt Single Action Army he had on him. It was not live, he’d rigged it in a fashion that it could not fire if it were loaded, but it was weighted as if it was loaded. He sauntered in, as confident as he could, which failed miserably when he tripped over a wire. Stumbling around like an idiot, he scrambled towards the snack table and prayed to whatever god existed no one saw what happened. Of course in his attempts to do so, he bumped into someone in a very, very attractive costume from behind.

"Oh! I'm sorry, please forgive my intrusion." he said, he again wishing no one saw his buffoonery.

But they saw it. Everyone saw it

OOC: Hope this doesn’t suck!

XXXXWhere: Dorms
XXXXXXWhat: Halloween Prep - Pregaming and headed to the party!
XXXXXXXXWho: Alice, Farren
XXXXXXXXXXTheme Song: Overkill - Motörhead
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Chuck mirrored Alice's smirk until he saw the fangs, shaking his head in half-hearted protest. <******** fangs too! God, you REALLY went all out this year didn't you?" He observed with a light chuckle. "don't those like... get in the way or whatever?" He asked, not really expecting a reaction as he went about playing his guitar waiting for the time to pass, in the words of the infamous Tom Petty, The waiting is the hardest part.

"My hair?" He finally asked, reaching up one hand to the mess of dark hair framing his face as she offered to fix up his mop. He hadn't thought about doing anything to his hair, he kinda threw what he had into the outfit, but it would make sense to throw some 80's curls like MJ had in thriller if he was going to rock the rest of the ensemble. He shrugged lightly "Go ahead and finish your s**t if we've got time I'll let you mess with it." He finally accepted, going back to his little melody reclined across his friend's bed until she asked him to help with her outfit.

The lingering tension in the air seemed to subside as she pulled away, his hand falling to his side as she left his reach. He deflected with his humorous compliment and without missing a beat she rebutted with her usual disarming charm. Chuck couldn't help but smile at the image of Alice rolling out of bed looking like a nest of spiders, as eerie as her costume was it just seemed a little less spooky in his imagination. "you're gonna make some guy so happy one day..." He teased, returning to her bed and picking up his guitar once more.

About that moment, the door swung open and a blue-eyed, soft-faced brunette entered in work-out attire and a wink in Alice's direction. This must have been Farren. Alice had told Chuck a few stories about the girl but had yet to actually have a face to face conversation with her roommate. He could only assume she was referring to him as she asked about her company, to which he could do nothing but flash a wink and smile and wave a casual greeting. "Yeah I kinda figured... I mean not that she looks much better in the daytime... I'm Chuck by the way." He added another tease, cracking a sly girn towards Alice as he slipped in another stab.

As Farren turned to her roommate, saying something about dressing him up as a prince in purple, Chuck shook his head in protest. "King" He corrected her, setting his guitar to the side once more, standing up from Alice's bed to strike yet another pose "King of Pop....ah s**t... I shoulda went with Elvis..." the thought dawned on him as he looked over his outfit once again with a bit of regret, only to shrug his shoulders, he'd try Elvis next year...

With the two of them seeming nearly ready for the party several hours early, Chuck pondered ways to pass the time that would be conducive to a party atmosphere, finally he voiced the first thought that came to mind...
"So... we should probably pregame, right?"

******TIME SKIP******

"Look... look... all I'm sayin is... Logan could totally beat Colloss-Col-los-sus-es a**..." at least a dozen drinks in, a bottle of Jack Daniels in hand, and seated on the floor between Alice's legs as she doctored his hair to give it a more Michael Jackson look, Chuck's ramblings about superhero match-ups was a bit slurred by the volume of alcohol in his system. Having made his point, he reluctantly handed the handle of whiskey back to Alice as they had for the past hour or so.

Right about the moment, Chuck thought to glance towards the Alarm clock on
Alice's nightstand, realizing it was about time to head down to the party, Alice finally declared that her work was done. With that confirmation, Chuck rose to his feet, wobbling slightly as he tried to maintain his balance and looked into the mirror, "******** perfect!" He celebrated, turning back towards the nightmare Alice had transformed into, holding up one hand in a celebratory high-five before helping her to her feet. "Alright, let's roll! They've probably already started!" Taking care to collect the whiskey bottle back from her one last time to down another hefty shot, he opened her door and the two of them made the long, arduous journey to join their classmates.


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On your feet you feel the beat
It goes straight to your spine
Shake your head
You must be dead
If it don't make you fly.

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"Uh huh, sure. Your luck you’d only have a taste for flesh after that and become the world's one and only reverse mermaid." Daylia said with a grin. Poor girl’s power was so unpredictable, but usually the outcomes were pretty hilarious. "You know, like a fish head and people bottoms." She added with a giggle. "But at least you would still be relaxed."

Bikinis were not something D was quite so comfortable with, and tended to fidget with them a lot. Gracie claimed that she tied it tight enough, but that didn’t mean something still couldn’t happen to it. "Oh yeah, I’m sure it would have fallen apart by now I guess." She said with another laugh. A brow rose at the other woman's paranoia about Felix just showing up. "Think he’s like Beetlejuice?" She asked, a small twinkle in her eye. "Felix, Felix, Felix." She said in rapid succession.

Looking around she shrugged. "Guess not. He’s probably off bother some other poor unsuspecting girl."

Shifting gears, the talked about their plans for the night, which seemed to be the same thing everyone else would be doing too. While Daylia wasn’t exactly keen on going to the Halloween bash, she wouldn’t leave her bestie to suffer it alone. "Oh please, it’s just your unpredictable power that's scary." D teased. They talked about costumes, and building off of Gracie’s adorable idea, D landed on one fairly quickly. Of course, the hex witch had the perfect accessory to hid some contraband in, something D hoped would be shared. "I don’t know, Felix maybe?" She teased as she pouted again.

The only reason they were stuck going to the school supported party was Gracie’s waste of space husband. One they seemed to both agree should die. "Would be a blessing for you." D sighed wistfully.

As they talked about their friendship and how much fun they had with one another,and how much there would be to have at the party, D had a downer moment, something Gracie easily erased. "Daww, you really mean that? Thank you."

If the pair were good at anything, it was giving people s**t for stupid things. "I agree. We’ll be forced to step it up if that ever happens."

Their conversation was interrupted by the presence of a new addition to the pool room. The charbroiled piece of meat had fully caught both of their attention. Gracie’s response to Daylia’s question pulled out another fit of laughter.

They made room for the newbie, welcoming him to their private party. Gracie more welcoming than D of course. "Would it be worth it though?" Daylia whispered back as she wiggled an eyebrow. Of course, there was no real tel tail sign that it would, but it couldn’t hurt to think it might. "Yeah, I know, but let's not think about him and just appreciate the view." She said, trying to steer her best friend away from the thoughts of Bruce.

Once he made it into the water, the joking and teasing continued. She laughed as Darius accused Gracie of being the freaky one out of the pair. However, she didn’t miss the gesture her bestie made in her direction. She looked to Gracie, reading her expression before mouthing the word ’seriously?’ to her. Jeez if Gracie was going to have her way D would end up being labeled ‘easy’. Her attention returning to Darius as he mentioned being glad he had bumped into them. "Yeah, maybe we could show you some fun stuff around the school." She said with a shrug.

The new guy was already off to a good start, claiming that he was top shelf of the other new kids, however, D couldn’t help but wonder if he was simply full of himself. "Mhmm, we’ll see in the long run." She said to both of them, though more so to Gracie. The poor hex witch admitted that all she could do was window shop. "And egg people on." She teased leaning into Gracie’s ear to whisper.

Daylia’s head tilted back as laughter rang forth. It was both from being called a snack and Gracie saying that she had hoped he was hungry. "Uh huh, I’m sure most men think that, but then most men also have eyes too big for their stomachs." D said in rebuttal to Darius. At least the guy was amusing.

Daylia gave Darius some points for trying to defend himself, but she still doubted that his material would remain fresh. "Mhmm you say that now, we’ll see later if that jar starts to run dry." Of course, with Gracie being as forward as she was, it might just give him more ammunition.

Gabe joined them after doing his laps, asking where he had seen them before. In true Daylia fashion, she pointed out the obvious thing, the same thing he had admitted. Gracie, on the other hand, seemed to take pity on the kid, telling him it may have been from the various mishaps in the kitchen. "Oh the wall of jello was so good though." Maybe not the most sanitary, but if you didn’t dig too deep it was fine.

Daylia couldn’t help but snicker slightly as Gabe pointed out that everytime they left the kitchen, something had gone horribly wrong. "Hah, dancing toaster." She mumbled, her mind calling forth images from the ’Matilda’ movie she had saw as a kid.

Gabe didn’t stay long, and that was fine. She gave the kid a small wave as he left. "Kay, bieeee." She said drawing out the word. Her attention returned to Darius as he asked if they had dates to the party. "We’re usually each others dates." She said with a wink. "Buuttt if you think you can handle us both, maybe you can tag along."



------This is Halloween------


Daylia spun away from her desk that had been left in ruins with makeup and liquid latex dripping everywhere. She adjusted her wig, trying to avoid getting her rather pointy fingernails stuck in the locks. It would suck if she had the glue them back on for the third time. "Mmm, girl you looking hawt." She said giving Gracie the once over. While Daylia was a tomboy, and terrible with the sexy makeup, Gracie was not. She was a cute little bundle of poise and grace. D on the other hand was better with the gore. It was easier to cover mistakes that way. "What do you think?" She asked, her now yellow eyes searching for Gracie as she straightened her wolf ears.

The whole look gave her a mid-transformation werewolf thing. She grinned, showing off the fangs she had placed in her mouth. "Everything look blended?" She stretched her neck as she made her way to the floor length mirror they had, looking for any obvious lines. "You know, I don’t think I did too bag of uh jeb." She said, the last of her words becoming jumbled as the teeth shifted in her mouth.

She adjusted them quickly, wishing she had gotten some fix-a-dent or something to keep them in place a bit better. The stuff she had was old. "Ugh, these are probably going to have to come out before the night is over." Her head tilted as she heard a knock on their door. She couldn’t help but look to Gracie with a mischievous glint to her eye. She lowered her voice so that their new friend wouldn’t overhear. "But first, I think I gotta try and scare someone. The minute you open the door, I’ll get him from behind. See how he reacts." She said with a wink.

She moved to the wall beside the door and took a few deep breaths as she prepared herself to walk through it. She had been getting some practice in, and so long as she went quickly enough nothing should go wrong. She went invisible first, not wanting him to get a glimpse until she was in position, and next she called upon her intangibility and pushed herself though the wall. It took a moment, once on the other side, to steady herself. The walls to the dorms were much thinner than the ones in training, but it was still not an effortless endeavor. Her vision blurred as she fought to stay unseen. Hopefully, this was all going to be worth it.

As she took her first step to get behind Darius, she wabbled a bit, catching herself on the opposite wall. She cursed internally trying to shake it off. With herself in position, she waited for Gracie to open the door to pounce.

Once Gracie opened the door and greeted him, D dropped her invisibility and placed her hands on his shoulders rather roughly, but not so much that she would hurt him or pop one of her nails loose. An animalistic growl escaped her. "You came to the wrong neighborhood."



Location:❀Jacuzzi
With:❀Gracie, Darius, Gabriel
Thoughts:❀Party or nah?

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