@Norepinephrinxx
I'm here sorry I was working
I'm here sorry I was working
it's no problem!
shameless bump
I be here
me too
hiya
I think we're waiting for a few people to upload their characters
(Hm… how many?)
wait no wrong rp
I think we're ready to start, if people are on
(I’m on for a little bit…)
(Me too)
(Im on)
i'll put up a starter in a mo
(Okay!)
(Okay I’m stuck. What sort of party do you guys want it to be?)
(It has to be the type of party a friend would be able to convince them to… maybe a birthday party or celebration of something?)
Yeah, but why would they all be invited?)
(Ummm, they go to the same university - do their ages work for that? - and the university is celebrating some sports team having a winning streak through the whole season?)
(Maybe a halloween party? And they all got guilt tripped into going or whatnot lol)
There’s one person who’s seventeen oof
But how would they be guilt tripped into goikg to the same Halloween party if they don’t know eachother?
(Friends of friends of friends, friends of host, all that jazz)
(Yeah mine is 17 as well so university wouldn't really work since a few peoples characters wouldnt be in university yet)
Kk)
Natalie stood in front of her mirror, trying to reign in her wildly racing heart. Deep breaths., she kept telling herself, but how could she do that when her throat was closing up in fear and apprehension? You’re being pathetic, snap out of it. She was trying, she really was, but it wasn’t working. It’s a party for god’s sake! Get over it!
Taking a rasping breath in, Natalie straightened her little angel halo headband with shaking hands, checking her appearance in the mirror one last time. She hadn’t wanted to dress up, hadn’t wanted to go to the party in the first place, but when Tragan has asked her she’s felt too guilty to say no. She regretted the decision immensely, but here she was in a white, slim-waisted, long sleeved dress and an angel halo. Natalie turned away from the mirror, not being able to stand her appear and any longer. God, she looked so freakish, with her awfully mismatched eyes and drab hair, her mouth looked too glossy on the lip balm, she looked too ugly in the dress. You can do this.
Nixon walked into the kitchen and sat down on one of the stools, he held the creepy looking bunny mask he had bought from the halloween store the day before in one hand and leaned his elbows on his knees exhausted. He hadn't slept in nearly a week but he had come to the party anyways, not wanting to spend the night sitting in his room again. He felt as if he had gotten to the party ages ago when it had only really been an hour or 2 and without really comprehending it he felt himself get up and walk towards the bathroom on the other side of the house.
Why am I so ugly? Opal openly gawked at herself in the mirror, wondering how this had happened.
Since when have you been so obsessed with your appearance? Pull yourself together!
But… I look like I stepped into heck, was thrown back up, and somehow fell onto Earth.
Opal desperately tried splashing water onto her face - because logic, obviously. Nope. Still ugly. Still oily skin, tangled purple hair, humongous nose, plain eyes. At a far away glance, she didn't look like… a hairball. But one step closer and you knew this girl was never getting married.
"I. Don't. Want. To. Do. This." she firmly reminded herself, each word another bang of her head against the wall. But it was Halloween… and… and… she couldn't say no to an invitation. How rude was that? She awkwardly fumbled into her car, hands trembling as she inserted the key. Closing her eyes, she rested her forehead against the wheel. Against her will, her foot pressed on gas.
Why was she doing this?
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