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Maria had walked the circuit around the bar a couple of times now, managing to get through with a gracefulness belying her costume. She set her drink down on the bar and then pulled the sleeve up slightly to display her wristband as she stepped out of Reverence and made her way to...
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Striking Looks
GoodwillNeil loved his costume; he could wear it every day. Or was it Alice's that he was thinking of getting her to wear every day? It was probably the first time in his life he hadn't been a musketeer, or pirate, or Jedi, or something with a sword but it was a refreshing change. The really interesting part was that form followed function; anyone but Alice would have been cold in such an outfit, and his jacket comfortably insulated his arm around her.
He honestly couldn't remember if he'd ever been to Reverence, the emo scene really wasn't for him despite his former Court. Admittedly, it was pretty nifty. A wave at Terri and Rick, giving the former an appreciative whistle and the latter an amused look of reproach.
"Couldn't talk her into Cool World?" he asked, giving Terri a nod and grin at the correct identifications. At least then Rick wouldn't be stuck looking like Sam Spade.
Cool What?
[banner]nightfall[/banner]
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It had seemed like at least most of the rest of the Seekers had decided to go out and hit the block party tonight and Brandon hadn't been "outside" for Halloween in what felt like ages.
He decided on a costume that made him smile, maybe even a bit sadly, while thinking about what might have been had he gone a different path during his youth in Boston.
Brandon is dressed as....
His wide shoulders and scarred mug either took away from the effect of the costume or added to it - Brandon couldn't decide which. Looking around Reverence, though, he begins to feel like he dressed appropriately.
He walks up to where the Seekers were hanging out and smiles at Sally, Andrew, and Matthew. He felt like he was almost always seeing them in different forms and it was kind of cool to hang out with them just as people and not 'The People' for a change. "Hey guys. Happy Halloween."
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He couldn't help but give an amused grin as Terri's fingertip traced across his face, and the famous movie line was delivered. Letting it melt into a straight face, and managing to hold that longer than she did the sultry look. But she'd always been the more excitable of the two.Though there was a soft chuckle on his lips as he followed her over to the bar. Only to then turn once more as Terri reacted to the new arrivals.
And he let an offhand remark about how that pairing certainly wasn't canon die on his lips. It probably wouldn't have been that funny anyway. Nightfall's comment did earn a confused blink from the Airtouched, though. "Cool World?" Apparently it was a reference lost on him. But then, he was all of four years old when it was released.
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"I AIN'T NO GODDAM HOBBIT, JERK-FACE! NOWGEDDDOUTTAMYWAY!" The short, angry bastard's arm sweeps a path through the crowd of frolicking kitty-cats and fall-down-drunk Frankensteins to sidle up beside Neil, Alice, Rick, and Terri. "I ain't even wearin' a costume," he mutters indignantly. Beady eyes quickly scan the vicinity for bouncers; a flask slides from sleeve to hand, the liquor is removed and the cap replaced so fast, it ever-so-slightly changes the barometric pressure of the room. "Aaaah," he exhales in satisfaction. Like Sam was gonna pay fer his own drinks when he's got a bar full of alcohol down the road. Thinking of it, he has a moment's worry about leaving Harry's in the hands of Summer's Finest on Halloween night. Maybe he'll cut out early to go check on things. "So yeh all are...emmm...yeh're, uh...like, some swing band, or somethin?"
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Matthew can't help but break into a grin at his packmates' costumes. "My night's only begun, but I like the way it's shaping up so far." Glancing around the room, he spots Optimus Prime all by his lonesome, and, in a snap decision, waves the blocky man over.
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*Ciara makes her way into Reverence with a slight hesitation. She still didn't quite "get" Halloween, there was no British equivalent to the holiday. But she wouldn't miss a chance to go out and party, even if her mood had be running sour the past few weeks. As near as understood, it was an excuse to get drunk and laid while the children were out begging for food with the grand parents; with a little fancy dress thrown in for good measure. Well, if you were supposed to dress up, Ciara could think of only one thing that was the opposite of her normal self...*
Ciara's outfit
*Playing with the utterly useless free drinks armband, she skirts through the club; trying to take in the mood an energy of the people around her.*
Sally Smiles at Brandon, "Well Hello Father McKinsey." As she looks around she sees Ciara walk in and leans over to Brandon, Perhaps you two can sin together." Sally smiles and gives a quick Eyebrow Raise.
"Anyone know where Jedidiah is tonight? With the whole family here he should be here as well don't you think?" Sally asked the others.
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Twist inhaled the night air as she followed two a very nice view toward the doors of the club. The music from inside was spilling out and the air was spiced with the beat and she wanted to drink it in until it replaced the heart beat she no longer had.
Laughing aloud for sheer joy at it she hurried to join the very nice view, slipping into place on the other side of Asa smoothly. And between one graceful step and the next she went from laughing to in character.
Poised, graceful, deadly, beautiful. Next to her Asa was already in character and she could feel the fabric of his cloak sliding against the fabric of her dress with each of his measured steps. Settling her pace to match Ishani who was on the other side of Asa they stepped through the doors and into the club proper.
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Terri chuckled out loud, losing the mystery of Jessica Rabbit, whom she was guessing never chuckled.
And then they were joined by Barkley, perhaps the embodiment of doom and gloom, and she couldn't resist. Terri actually leant forward and hugged him, fake titties and all.
All because she knew he hated it. All because he had nearly died in her arms last year. That was a bond Terri would never, could never, forget.
"Sam! Great to see you out and about." Terri looked down at his attire, frowning slightly. "Who are you supposed to be?"
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