MONSTER MASH [HALLOWEEN PARTY]
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Selena Felix
//tw for alcohol

So this was going to be a two part event. The party, with all the food and booze anyone could want, and the costume contest. She'd stepped up to be in charge of the decorations and food while Mitchell handled the contest. That suited her well enough; she enjoyed decorating and organizing things. Even better, she liked bossing people around and making them do it for her.

What? She was pregnant, and there was a lot of work that needed doing.

All of the curtains on the ground floor, and in the rooms above facing the street, were replaced with black and red ones. The lights were dimmed, black and red coverings put up just about everywhere guests would be. Pumpkins were scattered everywhere, but that was about as far as her decorations went. She wanted something classy, not overly cheesy or super scary. She'd leave the cheese to Flintlock and the scary to the Badlands.

The food was in the hotel's cafeteria, a buffet arranged along one wall with a downright feast of food. Two NPCs stood behind the counter, ready to give anyone that looked to be over eighteen some alcohol. Eighteen - Sel had started drinking earlier than she cared to admit, but she couldn't imagine waiting that long.

She was wearing a red gown and a crown - dressed as a queen, with an attitude that fit the part all too well. Normally her ideas would involve a lot less fabric, but considering she was several months pregnant now, she figured that might not be the most appropriate thing in the world. Besides, who was she to pass up an opportunity to wear a big poofy dress and balance a crown atop her tresses? If she could get away with it she'd do this every day. Actually, who was stopping her? Note to self, invest in getting more big dresses.

For the time being, however, she was greeting guests and inviting them into the hotel, telling them where the refreshments were, where people could dance, where the costume contest would be, and if need be, what floor they could find rooms to sleep in.

[spoiler=INFORMATION &&— UPDATED 10/29/19]General —
▪ Selena Felix | Sel or Lena depending on the situation
▪ Biologically Female | Identifies as Female | She/her
▪ 25 years 10 months | 12/18/13 | Ages real time
▪ Member of Bluestem Prairie | Lady of Los Santos | Heir of the Felix Family
▪ Former Warchief of the Badlands

Physical —
♦ HUMAN | Health: 100%
— She's small, but not too small, about 5'4" or so. Slender and always moving, pretty blue-green eyes with a mischievous glint in them and you know she's gonna get you into trouble. Dark hair, no doubt dark thoughts as well. Red lips curve into a lazy grin that reveals white teeth - they won't stay pearly for much longer, though, as she's often seen smoking.
minor injuries: n/a
major injuries: n/a

Important Info —
▪ Currently pregnant
▪ Trained medic but prefers the war and/or social branches.
▪ Drug dealer and enabler.
▪ Usually untrustworthy, everything is calculated, ambitious as fuck, nefarious motivations.
▪ Opinions, motivations and ambition are Sel's and Sel's alone and are not shared by her roleplayer.

Personality —
— Sel is a very bold, competitive and stubborn person, with a wild side that is shown frequently as well as flirtatious tendencies. She is easily bored and is always on the lookout for adventure, with a spark of curiosity that she hopes will lead to what she seeks: adventure and romance. She seems to not be a very serious person and would rather have fun than be productive, and failing entertainment she can be quite productive and get quite a bit done. She's loud and lacks discipline. While Sel is irresponsible (and oddly bossy) and wild, she is very family-oriented and loves her family dearly. She is usually a cheerful, friendly person but she definitely has a passion for the weird, dark and creepy. She is somewhat vain and egotistical. She has her secrets and one of them is her intelligence and ability to collect information; most dismiss her as a dumb party girl (or something like that) and that's part of her cover, she has her fair share of sins and has to have a way of hiding them, and because she is a good liar and good actress, she succeeds.
— Ambitious; arrogant; bold; bossy; brave; competitive; cruel; curious; cunning; dark; deceptive; egotistical; friendly; flirty; intelligent; irresponsible; manipulative; observant; sadistic; sly; stubborn; vain; wild

Relationships —
▪ Geoff x Eliza | Heir of the Felix Family
▪ Bisexual | Biromantic | Polygamous
▪ 1/2 Sank | 1/2 Selem | Seleo
▪ Romantically single | Crushing on n/a
▪ Generally very friendly but not easy to become close with; flirty and defiant; loyalty is hard-earned and easily betrayed

Interaction —
— Physically Medium | Mentally Hard
— Trained with knives and poisons
— Prefers to fight with poisoned knives
— Relies largely on speed and agility
— No kill/capture/maim without permission
— Will kill/capture/maim with permission
— To attack, [member=183]Sel[/member] & attack in underlined #440349[/spoiler]


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DARLING, DARLING, DOESN'T HAVE A PROBLEM
LYING TO HERSELF 'CAUSE HER LIQUOR'S TOP SHELF
IT'S ALARMING HONESTLY HOW CHARMING SHE CAN BE
FOOLING EVERYONE, TELLING HOW SHE'S HAVING FUN
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Adorned in an elegant white and gold robe, she was the perfect incarnation of her Halloween outfit idea - a goddess, graceful and refined. She adjusted the golden headband which sat across her head as eyes flitted about, stood among the four Stirling-Moray brothers who - well - looked ridiculous.

Edmund was the family's spoilsport, refusing to continue wearing the god awful bunny outfit that'd been assigned to him after barely ten minutes into the party. Instead, he'd stripped off into his normal clothing, keeping nothing more than the bunny rabbit ears on his head. He stood with his arms folded across his chest comfortably, drink held in one hand.

❝ Nah, mate. I am yet to see anybody who looks better than us. ❞ Alfie commented smugly as he stood, one hand on his hip whilst the other held tightly onto a little glittery wand. Fittingly, he'd been assigned the Tooth Fairy outfit following losing his bet with Franklin - after all, Alfonso was pure muscle. It was a long running joke that anyone who got on the wrong side of Alfonso was bound to lose a couple teeth.

He turned to look over at Thomas who too looked absolutely ridiculous. He was dressed in a Snow White princess dress, one which barely fit as a functioning shirt. Hairy legs were gracefully on show, and Tommy was even proud enough to finish the look off with a little red bow in his hair. Needless to say, the brothers were already quite intoxicated - the trip to Los Santos was fun considering the boys had spent the entire trip drinking.

Frank, in Frank-style, refused to wear any Halloween dress. Hands shoved into the pockets of his jacket, eyes shifting across the brothers before muttering with the tiniest of gleams in his eyes. ❝ You're all looking very... Noticeable. ❞ He earned a laugh from Alfie who then lightly shoved him, the smallest of smiles momentarily finding itself curling at Frank's lips as he stumbled back.

Tommy's arm comfortably rested over Tara's shoulders, the woman raising a brow at him as he smiled smugly at her.

❝ What's the smile for, Thomas? ❞

❝ Dance with me. ❞

Tara huffed in disbelief. ❝ Really? ❞

❝ Does it sound like I'm joking? ❞

❝ It sounds like you're drunk. ❞

Tommy rolled his eyes before looking at his brothers, winking at them, before he and Tara made their way to the dance floor.

❝ Yeah... I'm gonna have a cig. ❞ Ed muttered quietly to himself before he turned away and slipped into the crowd, walking the opposite direction of the exit.

Alfie looked at Frank, pursing his lips before shrugging.

And then there were two.




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I CAN'T HELP MYSELF THE MOMENT THAT I LET IT GO
[sup]IS WHEN I FIND I'M IN CONTROL, I'M IN CONTROL.

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parties oftentimes met booze so, sure enough, mick couldn’t say he was surprised when eyes eventually wandered towards the large selection. oftentimes he would be the one lingering by the drinks, taking one after another - perhaps this party was where he would find a change in pace. instead, he found himself purposefully lingering on the complete opposite side of the selection, seated alone at one of the tables set up for the guests. not dressed in costume, and a glass of water held gently in one hand.

he observed the party, rather than partaking in it. after all of his years spent partying and getting too drunk, it felt almost refreshing to be the one observing others doing the same, rather than actually having any part in it. after all, it looked like everyone was having a fun time.. sometimes that sort of happiness was contagious after all. and you could almost see it in a gentle gleam of his eyes.

this was more than alright with mickey.

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parties had been a pretty big part of roman’s life, growing up. whether it was getting dragged to a big ritzy party to have fun and melt the hearts of gullible rich folk, or simply dancing around in their temporary homes to blaring music, darrows knew how to party. roman was no exception to this.

he preferred not to let people know that fact about him, though. it was almost a part of him that he tried to keep among his best-kept secrets. besides, part of him hadn’t even wanted to go to the party. his life has been so bleak; he felt lost, alone.. scared.. yet he would still go along, because while most parts of him didn’t want to go--

sometimes the devil was a bit too tempting.

and tonight, the devil came in the form of kronos with cheap red horns atop his head. and roman could say with such confidence that the devil never looked so good. he wouldn’t have dressed up at all, yet kronos had managed to convince him to wear a halo - which was so ill fitting for a man who thought so lowly of himself during such a bleak time of his life.

however, while he felt like he was in such a dark place, he felt so happy.

“so, tell me why you got to be the devil?”


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I REMEMBER WHEN I USED TO FEEL
[abbr=26 years old, male, bluestem prairie, second-in-command]—[/abbr] it was beautiful .
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    If there was one thing Kronos enjoyed most, it was being in a hustling and bustling room. Parties hosted that sort of environment, people dancing and mingling the night away, and that was where Kronos was at his greatest. He was always so loud and exuberant, and perhaps a loud party was one of the only places that matched his own energy; he'd never look out of place at a party, but he'd always try to outshine everybody else.

Honestly, Kronos was horrified when Roman, at first, didn't want to come to the party. Uhh, who else was going to be his angel? But, eventually, Roman obliged, and the pair found themselves stood within the crowd, Kronos swaying side to side with eagerness. A brazen grin curled at his lips as looked across at Roman, responding, Because... I'm a naughty bitch. Plus, it makes me look hotter than hell. ❞ He gave him a cheeky wink before grabbing onto his hand and pulling Roman towards the dance floor, raising a brow.

❝ C'mon - come dance with the devil, you beautiful bastard. I'm really bloody good at the robot. ❞ He wagged his brows with amusement, squeezing Roman's hand.

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⊳ killian scott croley // kronos
⊳ has only ever introduced himself as the name ❝ kronos ❞
⊳ male // he/him
⊳ twenty two // ages real time // born eighth march
⊳ member of bluestem prairie // formerly a traveler with roman darrow
⊳ joined BP july 2039

appearance.
faceclaim - robert sheehan
voice claim - robert sheehan
⊳  5'11ft // bony, lithe frame
⊳ hazel eyes and jet black hair
⊳ physical health - 100% // current injuries: none
⊳ mental health - 100% // N/A

personality.
⊳ a child in a man's body // a joyous naive air to him
⊳ fun-loving, clownish and overly complacent // unreliable
⊳ spontaneous and very brash, namely with his speech
⊳ hedonistic and entirely unrepentant
⊳ leech // clings onto people even though they may not want him around
⊳ can rarely take anything seriously
⊳ nor can people take him too seriously
⊳ has a deeper insight on life // can act as a voice of reason sometimes
⊳ doesn't dwell too much on things // optimistic
⊳ when he simply can't be optimistic, he's quick to numb himself
⊳ confident in who he is // accepted his flaws
⊳ overly affectionate and loving towards everyone
⊳ very open about himself // ❝what you see is what you get❞
⊳ lets people think whatever they please of him
⊳ his logic is internalized and hard to follow
⊳ intuitive and perceptive // openly expresses his emotions
⊳ darkly comic, sarcastic, and witty
⊳ looks at his own life through a bleak lens

relationships.
⊳ redmond croley x beryl croley // location unknown
⊳ three siblings // no longer associates with them
⊳ very openly homosexual
⊳ crushing on no one
⊳ unaware that his best friend, roman, crushes on him

interaction.
storage // playlist // pinterest
⊳ physically: medium // mentally: medium
⊳ he only owns a knife as a weapon
⊳ more of a pacifist than anything // he'd try talk his way out of any conflict
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I'M BURNING BRIDGES, I DESTROY THE MIRAGE
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