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[bitchblade]

WHO: Masane bitchblade, Mokuba wooden_horse, Eagle eagleofautozam, Dante albinoidiot, Elizabeth offrillsandswords, her guest, and possibly more!
LOCATION: Halloween Town.
TIME: Backdated to Halloween; dusk and beyond.
WHAT: _HALLOWEEN! HALLOWEEN! ^HALLOWEEN!
RATING: idk. PG → PG13ish.
OTHER: Party Style. No tag order required.


[ in the spirit of halloween, masane had gone out in costume and pestered the poor residents of traverse town for candy and other sweet treats. it's what the holiday was about, after all... or at least what it had become about. but that didn't matter! because as the day drew to a close she couldn't help but squeal in absolute delight. ]

[ halloween town! ]

[ she was finally going to get to go there and on the best possible night. she'd told everybody to meet up at the traverse town gummi docks at six, sharp, and as it drew closer to time she scrambled to get ready. it was almost a relief, actually, that she didn't have to bother with a costume... though she was still scared skeptical about the town choosing it. oh well--! yolo. ]

[ panting as she reached the dock, she meandered over to a bench to sit. hopefully everybody would arrive soon so they could start the fun! ]

( ooc | this is going to be masane's outfit. )

( note | ok. let's get this show on the road. everybody is in halloween town now. no more dock! so in order to keep things from becoming an absolute clusterfuck please make new threads with headers to explain what your character will be doing. trick or treating. hiding in a bush. going into a haunted house. whatever. if you'd only like certain people in it... please make a note of that in the header. closed. open. let's start having fun! 83 ...and feel free to ignore the first string of comments. that had been the meet up at the dock! )

Comments

You're pretty good, old son But sit down in that chair right there And let me show you how it's done

[quiet_devotion]

[As the earth cracks and gives way, the original band of skeletons scramble for cover. Bones clatter, some are misplaced as they make their hasty retreats. Peering out of their graves, and hiding spots they realize that it's only .. more of their kind. Casually, and in time to the beat, they return to the makeshift dance floor.

Not to be outdone... they decide to show their cousins just how versatile they are.

You aren't the only ones that can play your own bones.

[http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LNuq5v7INeo - Starts at 2:30. It wouldn't let me copy from location 8/]