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all_inclusive2014-10-18 03:40 pm
concierge) wrote in all_inclusive2014-10-18 03:40 pm
All Hallows Haunt and All Must Have Fun
The fog had begun near the dusk hours, coating all the plants and flowers in the garden. It settled, heavy, and blanketed everything with a new cover that was only matched in mood by the graveyard that had unearthed itself from the grass and the moss. Names were etched on each gravestone, but the most unnerving part was that every few steps, if you stopped and listened very, very carefully, you might hear a knock of a human hand against hard wood. It was almost as if the dead were being called upwards.
The maze stood normal, but inside around the corners, there were things lurking and waiting.
Outside might have become frightening and gloomy, but the contrast to indoors was stark. Inside, carved pumpkins lit with candles turned the ballroom and restaurants into amber-lit abodes, costumed partygoers twirled to the music played by the band in the lobby (while the DJ had set up in the conservatory). Candy and small hors d'oeuvres circulated on the trays of immaculately clad waiters and though outside it was stormy, foggy, and spooky, inside was a delight of themed drinks, delicious food, and the manic and half-crazed mood of people in the midst of their fun.
The party for Halloween had begun.
And there was no telling when it might ever end.
The maze stood normal, but inside around the corners, there were things lurking and waiting.
Outside might have become frightening and gloomy, but the contrast to indoors was stark. Inside, carved pumpkins lit with candles turned the ballroom and restaurants into amber-lit abodes, costumed partygoers twirled to the music played by the band in the lobby (while the DJ had set up in the conservatory). Candy and small hors d'oeuvres circulated on the trays of immaculately clad waiters and though outside it was stormy, foggy, and spooky, inside was a delight of themed drinks, delicious food, and the manic and half-crazed mood of people in the midst of their fun.
The party for Halloween had begun.
And there was no telling when it might ever end.
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His werewolf senses keep picking up on noises that he's pretty sure he knows what they are, and given his previous occupation, it's one of those old recurring nightmares that's hard to shake. Add in that thick, heavy fog, and he feels some of his claustrophobia start to kick in and make him feel unbalanced and unsteady. He's by one of the windows in the main room, peering out past the curtains. He needs it to clear, needs the noises to stop, and if they don't, then he's definitely not going anywhere because if something's coming, then...
Isaac growls lowly, digging his nails into his palm to try and prevent himself from turning against his will.