Nixon tried and realized the door was locked. Guess its being used he though, he wasnt sure what purpose the bathroom was actually being used for but he leaned against the wall and decided to wait a minute or 2 in case the person or people came out. there has to be another bathroom if not he reminding himself but didn't really feel as though they were his own thoughts. He felt foreign in his body as if he were a ghost simply watching but this wasn't a foreign feeling for him.
Natalie’s hands shook on the whole bus ride down to the house where party was taking place. She felt so small, so out of place, so ridiculous. Keeping her head down and her hair in front of her face so that nobody would gawk at her mismatched eyes or get a glimpse of her awful face, she tried to breathe, tried to ground herself.
When she finally arrived at her stop, she panicked for the whole walk to the house, getting lost twice. Her heart hammered in her chest as her eyes flicked from car to car, her palms began to sweat whenever she saw an older man.
After what seemed like forever, she was climbing the front steps.
Eventually the bathroom cleared and he locked himself inside and leaned his hands against the sides of the sink. He splashed his face with cold water hoping to wake himself up and try to ground himself a bit, it semi worked he looked up at the mirror and didn't recognize the person staring back. He stood their staring at the reflection before he realized that the face in the mirror was his own, he shook his head lightly and exited the bathroom.
Natalie raised a hand to knock, then lowered it again. Then raised it again, the lowered it again. After grappling with herself for six solid minutes, she spotted the doorbell and rang that with a trembling finger instead. Ohgodohgodohgod. Shifting her weight, she shook her hair in front of her brown eye, hoping no one would notice that the visible one was a different colour.
Opal kept her head bent down walking through the door. Hiding as much of her face with her hair came as second nature nowadays. Of course, her ombré hair was what attracted the most attention; not to mention her terribly slouched stance.
This was a mistake. Where was Ember? The one who invited her? Ok, plan A was to find Ember… glancing up, she immediately regretted it. This was too many people. She could feel the eyes noting every misperfection on her. She needed to get away. Latching herself onto a wall for support, she wished with everything in her that she could just disappear. She hated parties.
After mumbling a thank you to the guy who’d opened the door for her and stumbling in, Natalie made straight for the walls, where the least amount of people were milling around. She struggled not to throw up as bodies bumped into her, struggled not to clamp her hands over her ears to drown out the music and the awful yelling. A girl with pixie cut pink hair twirules by her, and she had to choke back a pained noise when she smelt the alcohol on her breath. What am I doing here??
Nixon walked along the wall of the large room people were dancing in and bumped into a girl with short brown hair "Oh so sorry" He said turning to face the girl.
Natalie jumped back, hair falling out of her face. Out of habit, she took a step backwards, mouth going dry. Pull yourself together! “It’s— It’s no— no problem.”, she choked out, nervously adjusting her glasses. What do I do now?? This was a mistake. She should never have come.
Rvan watched the party minglers from the safety of a wall, sipping on some spiked punch. He hardly knew anyone here, except for the host who he acquainted at another party like this. Frankly, today he just felt like going home and having a smoke. That feeling of being alone in a crowd of people made Rvan down his cup. Maybe I should just go. Besides, he wasn’t wearing much of a costume, only a his simple black shirt and devil horn on top of his head.
She couldn't find anyone. Ember? Missing. The host? She wasn't looking for the host, because if she found them she would guilt trip herself into thanking them for a party, and act like an idiot in front of everyone. Opal immediately closed in on herself, overwhelmed by… everything. Lunching toward the bathroom, she could finally breathe. All she had to do was lock herself in a bathroom, come out for food, and return, right?
Aja's palms were sweaty. Their hair was like wires, tongue thick, as if it were a sponge. They felt nauseated. Aja wanted to leave, but currently couldn't come up with a plan of escape. The whole situation was overwhelming. They had been pressured into it by a friend who was-unhelpfully-nowhere in sight. Hopefully they could just slump down in this corner and die or something. Any form of escape would be welcome right now.
"This party is a lot more busy that I thought it would be." He said noticing the stutter she seems nervous he thought and figured it was probably just because of how big the party is.
Elizabeth tapped her fingers against the side of her legs nervously after ringing the doorbell. It was the first party she was going to since she stopped drinking. In other words, it would be super fun. Her neck felt hot and she could tell that she was nervous. That wasn't a good sign. Someone finally opened the door and Elizabeth smiled, greeting the person. People were dancing and yelling. God I need something to drink, she thought, taking a deep breath and walking into the crowd.
Natalie nodded her head quickly, shaking her hair back in front of her mismatched eyes. Her stomach twisted, but she forced herself to drown out the shouting and music and choke out a reply. “I- I’m Natalie.”
(What did I miss while I was at hell?)
(welcome back to Earth Qxeen, we hope your trip to hell was not too unpleasant ):
Only like half a page of rping, the characters have each been forced by their friends to go to a huge Halloween Party, and you can guess how well that's going since most of them have anxiety)
(oki den, I'll type up a response soon)
"I'm Nixon" he shouted back over the music "Nice costume" He complimented.
Natalie flinched, the noises of the room burrowing into her head. It was too loud, too much, she needed to escape. Trying to ignore the bile that rose in her throat, she gave Nixon a shaky smile. “Th-Thanks. What are— what are you dressed- dressed up as?”
Nixon held up the creepy bunny mask he was holding, it wasn't very comfortable and he couldn't see well out of it especially in this dark house. "I'm not very creative." He laughed lightly. "It's mostly alcohol but I think there is soda too in the kitchen if you want." He asked gesturing towards the kitchen, he himself was getting annoyed by getting bumped into by drunk people and he assumed she felt the same.
Opal tried the handle, her escape was so close. Locked. Of course. She couldn't breathe. Running her hand through her hair she leaned against the door… she wasn't made for parties.
Elizabeth wandered around, trying not to look aimless. Someone and whistled and shouted out, "Looking good James!"
'Smile Liz,' she thought to herself and turned and smiled and waved at the direction of the whistle. She turned back around, swaying her hips to the music and pulling down the hem of her short dress, feeling uncomfortable but trying not to show it. Somehow, she ended up at the kitchen, where people were yelling and doing shots. She turned around abruptly, trying to get away from that and swayed a bit in her heels. Had she eaten anything today? Probably not. 'What an amazing party,' she thought to herself, gripping the wall.
Rvan went to get another drink, heading to the kitchen as he tried to avoid the mob of the party. He slipped around the corner, letting himself breathe a little bit when he got to the kitchen and sighed through his nose.
Nixon held up the creepy bunny mask he was holding, it wasn't very comfortable and he couldn't see well out of it especially in this dark house. "I'm not very creative." He laughed lightly. "It's mostly alcohol but I think there is soda too in the kitchen if you want." He asked gesturing towards the kitchen, he himself was getting annoyed by getting bumped into by drunk people and he assumed she felt the same.
Natalie nodded anxiously, flinching away from a guy stumbling in her direction. “Y-yeah, good— good idea.” The blaring music, the flashing strobe lights, the shots, the puffs of smoke, all acted as an ever-tightening noose around her neck.
Nixon lead Natalie into the kitchen making sure she didn't get lost in the crowd. There were other people in the kitchen but omce the door shut behind them in was much quieter and calmer. "It's crazy out there I don't think there was supposed to be that many people."