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[HAYLEY]

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halloween was only a week and a half away and it occurred to hayley that she had a problem. a massive, four-person problem; she had a third of a dozen of children with no costumes. sure, they didn't really need to dress up, she hadn't for just about all of her young life, but she wanted her children to have those normal childhood things. christmas, easter, and yes, halloween, from trick-or-treating to shitty costumes.

so the brunette sat in the living room, piles of fabric in front of her. she'd found a crap ton of costumes in the village, and was now going through the articles, frowning as she lifted a princess costume for a child six or seven years older than any of hers, a sigh escaping her lips. [color=#4A272E]❝are there no baby costumes?❞[/b] she muttered, a frown pressed onto her lips.

// just a good excuse for your character to find a costume! feel free to have them find anything in the pile!

[truce.]

    Ever since she'd returned, all Ellie could think of was trying to return to life as it was before Daniel. Everything she'd envisaged, hoped and dreamed of could still come true, even if she was a little bit broken. That also meant that ever since returning, Halloween had been on her mind. Less so for herself but more so for Grace's first Halloween. She'd claim that she wanted to take Grace for trick or treating - even if the baby couldn't take anything away from it except for attention maybe - when in reality all Ellie wanted was for a reason to dress Gracie up in a sweet outfit.

And so, it was no surprise she'd already figured out the entire outfit for Grace and for herself.

Coddling her daughter in her arms, Ellie wandered into the living room, only to tip her head curiously to the side as she approached a large pile of costumes, Hayley sat nearby. ❝ I made Gracie a costume from leftover wool and fabric - I could always help make costumes for your brood if you're stuck. ❞ She offered gently, a soft smile sat comfortably on her features. It was worth asking, after all - the last thing she'd want was to go trick or treating with her dressed up baby whilst Hayley's children didn't have anything to wear.

[align=center][div style="width: 350px; text-align: justify; font-family:verdana; font-size: 7px;"][spoiler=tags :: updated 09/28]basics.
❃ elinor catherine rose // ellie, elliekins, pumpkin, rosie
❃ female // she/her
❃ twenty eight // ages real time // born eighteenth june
❃ member of flintlock lodge // formerly member of the carbines
❃ joined FL - thirtieth december
❃ currently an animal caretaker for her work with horses

appearance.
❃ faceclaim - lili reinhart
❃ voice claim - lili reinhart
❃ 5'5ft // graceful hourglass figure // well-built
❃ pastel green eyes and wispy blonde hair
❃ physical health - 100% // current injuries: none
❃ mental health - 60% // traumatized after being held hostage

personality.
❃ gentle but nervous disposition // soft-spoken but not necessarily sheepish
❃ altruistic and optimistic // an introvert at best
❃ empathetic towards anyone and everyone, especially animals and babies
❃ very persistent and enthusiastic in certain situations
❃ shows a child-like naivety and innocence
❃ sensitive to criticism or any negativity
❃ emotionally conflicted // self-conscious
❃ way too trusting and emotionally attached to particular people
❃ briefly shows a headstrong and stubborn side to her

relationships.
❃ franklin rose x linda rose // both deceased
❃ one older brother and one older sister // harrison & penelope
❃ exclusively heterosexual
❃ currently single
❃ mother to a baby girl, gracelyn blaise williams
❃ ex-fiance of mickey serge // still friends with him
❃ ex-girlfriend of daniel williams // killed him after he held her and grace hostage
❃ six horses; juniper, leonidas, buchanan, ringo, cinders and flame
❃ puppy mom to laurel, hardy, gasket, bijou and benji

interaction.
❃ storage // playlist // pinterest
❃ physically: easy // mentally: medium
❃ owns a pistol but often doesn't keep it on her
❃ will much prefer peace over violence but will use her gun for self-defense
❃ very squeamish and sensitive about the idea of hurting others
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[DAMIEN.]

[align=center][div style="0px; width:450px; height:auto; text-align: justify; font-size: 9pt; line-height:13px;"]Surprisingly enough, Damien had never quite considered Halloween until now. There'd been no real reason for him to celebrate - any day with his family was far spookier than anything he could've dreamt up. His mother hadn't really bothered anyways, she gave Damien something sweet (when sweets were particularly scarce), told him an interesting story about ghosts and zombies and all sorts of spooky things that made Damien's hairs tingle. Nowadays, Damien was probably on the older side of things. Twenty was age of adulthood, he'd been old for ages now. But regardless, here he was, sitting thoughtfully by a trunk filled with tulle and glitter. "You know, maybe you can just dress them all up as each other for Halloween." Damien suggested to Hayley, sticking out his tongue in disgust as his hand came away drenched in glitter from a skirt he'd been eyeballing.

Not like Damien would know the difference between the kids. Then again, Damien couldn't tell the difference between unrelated children around here, and what good would that do to him? "What'cha making Gracie be?" Narrowing his eyes as he started to pull out a costume, Damien's eyes narrowed. What in the hell was this? It was a long, red tube, with two brown slabs on the side. And red and yellow... stripes? (Damien was one of the growing few blessed with the gift of never knowing what a hot dog looked like) Whatever it was, he liked it.