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All Inclusive Mods ([personal profile] concierge) wrote in [community profile] 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.

[personal profile] the_dawnster 2015-03-21 12:21 am (UTC)(link)
Dawn smirks. "Stick with me. I'll just keep throwing new stuff your way."

"Pretty much. I guess I'm kind of boring, huh." But to be fair, Harvey had convinced her not to go outside looking for trouble. So boring might be his fault too. Not just hers.
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[personal profile] notgivingyourmoneyback 2015-03-21 04:04 am (UTC)(link)
"I don't doubt that for a minute." Magic disappearing girls and girls who used to be some mystical energy thing - he's sure there will be more.

He gives her a brief frown. "Did I say you were boring?" He doesn't remember saying that. Or thinking that.

[personal profile] the_dawnster 2015-03-22 09:39 pm (UTC)(link)
"I guess not." He hadn't said it. But why would a guy like Harvey want to sit and eat candy with her. Maybe he just liked hearing her say how pretty he is. But she was done with that, for now.

"So are you gonna hang out?" She asks.
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[personal profile] notgivingyourmoneyback 2015-03-22 09:43 pm (UTC)(link)

"Is there a reason I shouldn't?" he asks, digging into the basket of candy for something chocolate. "I can leave if you'd rather I not stay." If he wasn't interested, he'd've already gotten up to leave.

[personal profile] the_dawnster 2015-03-23 09:25 pm (UTC)(link)
"No... no I like you here." Blunt, but true. She sets the jack-o-lantern bucket in her lap and scoots over next to him. She rests her head on his shoulder and plucks a dark chocolate and coconut bar out of the bucket to hold out to him.

"Coconut?" She hums a few notes of this song, a smile playing on her lips.
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[personal profile] notgivingyourmoneyback 2015-03-24 04:54 am (UTC)(link)
He arches an eyebrow and studies her. Even Scottie doesn't lean on him.

He waves a finger in a circle between his shoulder and her head. "What is this?" he asks, tone far more gentle than it might seem. He's not objecting.

[personal profile] the_dawnster 2015-03-25 05:29 pm (UTC)(link)
"It's me hanging out with you." She says, without lifting her head. The 'duh' after it is left implied rather than spoken. She's still offering him the chocolate with the coconut in it.
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[personal profile] notgivingyourmoneyback 2015-03-27 07:11 am (UTC)(link)
"Sitting on a couch eating candy is your version of 'hanging out'?" he asks.

[personal profile] the_dawnster 2015-03-27 06:05 pm (UTC)(link)
"Tonight it is." She says with a shrug, unwrapping the chocolate covered coconut candy and eating it herself since he didn't seem interested. "Tomorrow it might be different."

She tosses the wrapper to the side onto a growing pile of empty wrappers. "Tomorrow I might find a beach and work on my tan." Which is hilarious given her pale, porcelain skin. She does not tan. She burns.
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[personal profile] notgivingyourmoneyback 2015-04-01 05:28 am (UTC)(link)
"Tomorrow is another day? That's very Gone With the Wind of you," he says and flicks a bit of her hair away from his face.