"— then, I see these goofy looking dudes on fire, and I follow them to this... like, amazing castle!"
hey guys :/ as you mightve noticed i’ve been gone far longer than expected. what was a few days turned into a monthish??? much more than what i had originally asked for to begin with. first of all i dont wanna point fingers and say this group scared me bc thats the farthest from the truth. yall have been so loving since day one. i have come here after the longest hiatus ive ever been in and been having a rough time with that ig and my writing included. i dont wanna leave but i also know it wouldn’t be fair to let me slip in here. i guess i flew way too close to the sun, sort of burned myself out if i could use that metaphor. i went ahead and joined a big group when i maybe wasnt ready. that of im self sabotaging myself which ive done before too. and i love writing. i love it so much but truthfully i havent been able to do it much of it these past days. i hate this feeling more than anything guys. i dont wanna let go of my lovable goof but if i stay id be hogging him. for now id have to step back and get myself in order??? mostly get my mojo back in a way. maybe later on i can comeback hopefully as him again but for now i’ll see you guys :/
a girl’s number scribbled on her left hand, her helmet hoisted up on a light fixture somewhere, and a bit of the punch already spilled on the edge of her shirt … beatrix was having a good night. stopping to take a breath in, she ran her hand through her hair and set her sights on the machines.
“ it is a casino …” she thought aloud. “but, like … i’m good with the casino aesthetic. not the potential-to-lose-all-your-life-savings thing,” she gestured her hand around. “ still. snake eyes knows how to throw a party. that sweet drink thing?” beatrix did a chef’s kiss motion.
“and in the spirit of gambling … i bet … that guy over there
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“ she pointed at a man in a viking costume seated at the bar, wavering a little with a glass in his hand, “is going to fall off the chair in less than a minute. you on?” she smirked, turning to them.
Johnny turned his head with a nod to the dressed up Pilot. Though he didn’t know them, at least, not yet. “I mean the playing for fun is still like a thing too y’know.” He added, mostly on his part. He had been to casinos before and never had any ill will towards them.
He pushed himself up to get a better look at the Viking across from them. “I don’t know, Top Gun. I think he’d take little more than that so sure. You’re on!” He agreed, glancing at the figure before them.
thackery binx had spent three hundred years in the cursed form of a black cat. three full centuries’ worth of halloweens befurred and bewhiskered. one can only imagine his dismay upon realizing he’d be spending this halloween as a black cat as well. fate is as funny as she is cruel, he’d thought miserably as he donned the cat-ear headband that evening. it was his own fault, though, really - everyone knows you plan costumes months in advance if you want a good one.
the costume proved to be comfortable at the very least, which thackery was grateful for. although he did sort of hope ( stupidly, really ) that anyone that might have known him in his feline form would be kind enough not to acknowledge he was even wearing one. though he supposed that would be a bit odd, considering costumes were a requirement for the party itself but sometimes one could stand to endure an oddity or two for the sake of one’s dignity.
you would think that for someone who didn’t like to let his guard down, thackery would be less inclined to lose himself in thought in an unfamiliar setting. alas, here he was - wandering a bit aimlessly about the casino and caught up in his own costume-related woes thoughts. so caught up, in fact, that he very much wasn’t watching where he was going and accidentally almost collided with someone head-on.
“i’m terribly sorry,” thackery all but yelped - his attention quickly snapping back to the situation at hand. “i wasn’t paying attention. you’re not hurt, are you?”
Too caught up with the environment, Johnny hardly was paying any attention to his surroundings. That and the treats he scored from the snack table. Thankfully he just stumbled back a bit and not fall flat on his face for once. He was a natural klutz. “No, no. You’re good, see!” He took a step back, extending both his arms to show there wasn’t any damage done. “Though I didn’t get your tail, did I?” He looked around jokingly before erupting in a chuckle. “Get it because you’re a cat.”
just seeing orion earlier, in the distance acting as the gracious host, brought the most uncomfortable feeling. seeing his face again after so long … it was like someone had poured ice water down her back.
even remembering it just now … she hurried away to the farthest corner to calm herself before she next spotted him — or worse, if he spotted her. she had to be ready. chest heaving from breathing so quickly, she found a couch against a wall and sat down.
since her visions had failed her,
almost like a complete mental block, she’d sworn to herself that she’d keep an eye on orion. there was dread in her stomach, and it hadn’t left since she last spoke with jasper.
noticing her hair caught in one of the stars on her headband, she sighed as she tried to untangle it. nevertheless, she started scanning the crowd again, preparing to keep watch once more.
“ orion bartholomew … ” she muttered like a warning, an unusual hint of anger in her tone. still trying to untangle her hair, a worried crease appearing between her brows. feeling a presence nearby, she took a chance: “ i’m sorry, could you help me with the, um, the stars?” she gestured with a weak smile at her hair.
The mortal had always been fascinated with the spooky holiday. Though Johnny was easily frightened he still loved Halloween so much. Whether it was the costumes or the fact you could be whoever you wanted for one night just was ideal for him ever since he was a child.
His eyes travelled every where since he walked through the door. He soon found himself by the bar and got himself a drink. He casually leaned an elbow on the counter, rocking his head to the music. He was truly in his element. Taking a few swigs of his beverage he was ready to leave his place from the bar to the dancefloor before being interrupted by a feminine voice. Johnny’s head turned towards the voice, confused for a second. “Oh, sure.” He agreed, understanding the issue at hand or well her head. His fingers now were gently pushing the woman’s hair back. Now that is was out of the way, he pulled the star out of what looked like a knot in her hair. He tried brushing the bit out to look somewhat neat. “I think I got it!”
johnny loughran ;; EVENT?? — orion’s halloween bash
“ i don’t even have any good skills. you know like nun chuck skills, bow hunting skills, computer hacking skills. girls only want boyfriends who have great skills!
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🚐 ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ─────────── barley liked to think he was a connoisseur of music. at least, he liked to believed his taste in music was great. scrolling through the other’s playlist, barley nodded and mumbled to himself praise for the work before him. “ oh, dude are you like a dj ? that’s so sick. ” he smiled. “ yeah, this is wicked. these kids are gonna have their socks knocked off. ” he added, hands doing a sort of blowing away motion and mouth mimicking that of an explosion. “ what do kids even listen to now a days ? i don’t think i’ve been around someone under the age of like … 19 in a long time. the vibes are great, though. real nice work here. ”
The hint of a smile that snuck through the corners of his lips. Jonathan DID IT. He created the best music mix for the event. To say he was a bit proud of himself would be an understatement. Although the job seemed easy he still took everything seriously. He was committed to cater to his client. His hand closed into a fist, pulling towards himself in a self satisfied fist pump. “ Sweet!“ Jonathan chimed in, shrugging his shoulders as if showing ease. "–and you know it. Been a Bar Mitzvah Dj since ‘07 so it’s pretty wired in me by now.”
