date: October 31st location: Dale’s bar availability: @la-vore
Lennon had always enjoyed Halloween. It couldn’t outshine Christmas, with its cheery music and obnoxious decor, but it did beckon forth a dormant creativity from within her. A night to be whoever you most desired? That was an offer too tempting to refuse. However, the haze of frenetic uncertainty that seemed to blind the entirety of Blackpine had nearly swayed her.
It seemed every slasher film ever had begun with a similar predicament. A town, plagued with a sinister darkness, and a girl rooted haphazardly between salvation and certain evil. So had Lennon chosen to carelessly dangle herself among the shadows, as any satisfactory scream queen would, by venturing out to Dale’s?
It would remain to be seen.
Regardless, she pushed through sequins and elaborate masks, capes and colorful wigs, toward the looming bar top. With one hand elevated to keep her hat atop her crown, and the other shoving through patrons, her gaze flickered restlessly for her girlfriend. Lennon had foolishly thought to squeeze through the throng of party-goers for a cigarette break outside while Sierra was in the restroom. Now, her counterpart had vanished among them.
Lennon swallowed thickly, her eyes traveling with determination upon each costume. Somewhere in the chaos stood a very familiar Doll on a Music Box that complimented her own, dark and drab, outfit, but where, was the question. She tried to keep her mind from wandering somewhere unforgiving, but Abigail’s disappearance gnawed at her composure.
When delicate fingers grip her shoulder, Lennon nearly shouts from the needling anticipation of her search. “Sierra?” she practically demands, spinning on her heels toward the intruder.
