#arrpevent

@damiensteelearrp

Brooke hadn’t expected to set out for the night and get trapped inside of Luxe, but there she was, dark green dress moving around her as she turned, looking for a place to at least sit down while she waited for them to lift the lockdown. People had the same idea as her, so she moved to go sit against the piano in the corner, dusty and hardly ever used. “Terrible timing on these things, really.” She said, irritated and annoyed as she leaned against the piano.

Acera grew up in a fairly quiet town. She’d never been within a 150 mile radius of any kind of crime, so hearing about what happened at the Dollhouse made her feel uneasy at best. She sat by the bonfire, pale faced and hands shaking, staring blankly at the bonfire. Her eyes didn’t stray from the fire, even as she saw someone sit next to her out of her peripheral vision. “You hear what happened..?” She managed to get out, though she may have been too quiet to be heard.

Not to sound too promiscuous, but if there was one thing Natasha loved more than her job of pleasing people with her body, it was a good party. This event was not only one of the biggest and busiest nights for the resort year round, but for Natasha it was also the anniversary of the day she started working at Arcadia. She planned to start her night off with some excitement so dressed up and ready to go, she made her way to Luxe first. After walking in, putting on her green sticker, and getting a drink, she mingled around. “Enjoying yourself so far?” She asked the person beside her.