kara bishop

“I said,” Blake continued on from before, shaking his head as he lit his cigarette. “Just pick at random. Close your eyes and then forget about it. Whatever you do, it’s going to be a bad outcome. There’s nothing we can change. We’re sitting ducks.” His pessimism came from a place of torment, tired of seeing the people he loved suffering. “It’s hard but… We can’t let ourselves feel guilty for what we can’t control.”

Kara sighed gently as she put her phone away, crossing her arms with a shrug of her shoulders. “God, our whole situation really feels hopeless when you say it like that,” she gave a weak chuckle. Frowning slightly, she shook her head. “I don’t. Feel guilty, I mean.” A lie. One she wasn’t confident Blake wouldn’t pick up on. “There’s no use in it when the one to actually blame is the fucked up person forcing us to make these decisions and then carrying them out.” That was what she’d been trying to convince herself of since the incident with Tatiana anyway. She’d be damned if it didn’t still make her feel like a shitty person. And she never thought she was a particularly good person to begin with.

cleo bit her lip looking down at her phone. she wanted nothing more than to turn it off, break it, throw it into a trashcan, just get rid of it. her heart beat sped up as her finger hovered over one of the choices. if she was going to do this, it had to be quick. she tapped one of the options and locked her phone. cleo couldn’t deal with the guilt. she needed a distraction and walked up to the first person she saw. “do you think i did too much with the fake blood?” she referring to the red liquid splattered on her shirt and a little on her face.

Kara was thankful for the topic change from what had been previously racing through her mind, taking a moment to inspect the other girl’s costume. “Hm... no, I don’t think so,” she shook her head. “I’ve seen other people here tonight that went way overboard with the fake blood and you’re not even remotely close to them, so I think you’re good.”

“I was just saying you look like you could use a drink.” Dante repeated himself as he glanced down at her phone. “You might as well ignore that. S’just gonna be the same old shit.” He shrugged slightly. “Here, campus, wherever. You can’t escape it.” He let out honestly. “Might as well try to have a good time tonight.” Even though this was highly ironic and hypocritical coming from him. But he was going to blame it on the current drugs in his system for his change in attitude.

Kara tucked her phone away, groaning. She definitely didn’t intend to let it take away any more of her attention tonight. “You know what, you’re right,” she sighed, her hand running through her hair - or wig, actually. “I will definitely take that drink you were offering,” she smiled a little.

it was a mess. everything was a mess. from the trip to this party, to the party itself, to everyone going wild, to the stupid app showing up again and glitching enough noone knew what the fuck they were voting this time. cassie was stressed, and kinda tired, and a little scared if she had to be honest, because horror themes had never been her favorite thing. also, a bit cold because her bloody cheerleader costume wasn’t covering much skin. but she was stuck there, with everyone running around drunk and high and wearing stupid masks. she was trying to not let herself fall in a bad mood, because that would only make everything worse for her, and the only way she found was getting drunk enough she couldn’t remember she was feeling like that in the first place. she downed her bottle of beer in one go and smiled to the person looking at her doing so. “hey, having fun?”

Kara watched the girl, one quirked eyebrow and an amused grin on her face. “Not as much as you, clearly,” she chuckled, lifting her drink to her lips. Thank God for the alcohol. “You relying on this stuff, too? I think I need it to get through all the stupidity going on here tonight.” People were either drunk or high - one of the two. But Kara didn’t usually allow herself to go there. She didn’t do drugs of any kind, for one thing, but she also didn’t tend to be the kind of person to get blackout drunk if she could help it. Though she thankfully didn’t mind a drink or two (or three) to take the edge off.

“why am i here..?” the blonde questioned as she warily wandered into the abandoned shed with what felt like the rest of lockwood. hating parties usually did it for her, but it was either attending this or being back where a memorial was being held and quite frankly neither suited her. “it’s like to late for me to go home isn’t it?”

Kara had just been passing by the other girl, a drink in her hand, when she heard her speak and couldn’t help snorting a bit in laughter. “You’ve been asking yourself that since you got here, too?” she grinned lightly. Maybe it was because her drink was alcohol, but she was feeling friendlier and a bit more light-hearted. Might as well make the most of it. “Creepy warehouses definitely aren’t ideally where I’d party.”

Dark eyes stared at the bright light from her phone as she leaned against the wall situated next to the refreshments table. How the hell was she even supposed to vote this time? It wasn’t even a poll with real, readable options. Eyebrows furrowed, her slight worry over the stupid fucking app she wished she could have deleted by now only lasted for a second before she randomly let her finger tap one of the two options and glanced back up to the person standing in front of her. “Sorry, what were you saying?”

“I’d pass on using that power, actually. Isn’t there some unspoken rule that you can’t fuck with the whole balance of life and death?”

“Am I angry all the time? I don’t think so. But, I mean, even if I was... the world kind of sucks. People suck, more often than not. Pretty decent reasons to be angry.”

“Sometimes? You say that like I’m an insufferable bitch. Which, I mean... some people might think I am, so fair enough. God forbid I don’t try to be everyone’s best friend.”

“Anybody interesting, I guess. Best answer I can give you. Lockwood’s full of mostly rich people who, I feel, wear who they are on their sleeves, so I usually feel like I know who people are right away. I’m open to being proved wrong, though.”

maia: yeah but how ya gon go with like hair over ya face majority of the time?

maia: not a cute look tbh

kara: eh, i'm not exactly going for cute here.

rosie: just go as some sort of creepy ghost girl

rosie: everyone will be too wasted to even know what anyone is dressed up as.

kara: well... yeah, actually, you're right.

“probably quite a few people here would get a kick out of it,” max said, letting out a heavy breath, eyes flicking up to hers with a half smile. “and hey, lockwood’s the land of people who have too much money and don’t know what to do with it, it’s a matter of selling the idea properly.” with a shrug, he couldn’t help his smile from growing wider as she pointed out the obvious. “well, i don’t ever hate getting attention from pretty girls, you know that by now.”

Kara nodded. “Yeah, you’re right. I just have to make these people give all their money to me instead. Sounds pretty doable,” she teased lightly. She leaned back in her chair, biting her lip and grinning as she shook her head. “There you go again, boosting up my ego. You need to be careful or I’ll really never leave you alone. Especially if you keep the compliments coming.” She paused, her lips quirking up a little. “I suppose you’re not so bad yourself, though.”