#halloween thread

Welp, looks like he got himself lost. He didn't even notice he wasn't with Syo-chan until he turned to look for the other. "Syo-chan?" He called out, looking around.

"Well, this isn't good...." He mumbled to himself. He really was unlucky to get lost in a haunted house. Natsuki began looking for the shorter blonde, his heart already racing.

Continued from here

// Closed Starter for @freckledboss

Having a secret identity was proving to be quite the annoyance for Tony. Since he cave, he'd been hiding his medical condition, that was threatening his life and required him to now always wear a metal chest plate with an electromagnet built in, keeping he shrapnel imbedded in his chest from reaching his heart.

It was a big secret to keep, but it wasn't his only one. The other one was really big.

TONY STARK WAS IRON MAN.

Keeping the secret had meant that he could help fight crime and keep the world safe, but it also meant he had no one to rely on and help when he needed it.

LIKE NOW FOR EXAMPLE.

Tony had had his ass kicked. He'd won the fight he'd been in, but he had left battered and bruised with what felt like might be internal bleeding and several broken bones. He'd made it back to his workshop but the suit had lost power before he'd reached an outlet to charge it and he'd sunk to the floor, fairly certain her was about to die.

A hand staying close to her chest, her eyes fell to the ground. She could sense him observing her, almost as if it was right through her. A part of her was for once afraid to ask… and she didn’t want to ruin her appetite.

Searching in his eyes, she looked for confirmation. For now, she believed him, from all of the layers that were starting to peel off between them, but some of her guard would remain up. God, she prayed this wasn’t a waste of time and she wasn’t digging herself into a deeper hole. One that would eventually lead to her demise.

A brow rose as her emerald eyes simultaneously moved from his eyes and down to the offered lanky hand.

It was too soon….. Too much…

The dancer rose her feet by her own accord and brushed off the dust from her skirt. “No, not yet…” Her hands were kept at her side, away from his…. Still ambivalent of this “…But I’ll follow.” The strength in her legs had found its way back to her, as she stumbled a little, but eventually walked slowly to the cell door. Glancing over her shoulder, she took one last look to where she remained and the vulnerability that exploded out of her. Never again.. She vowed to herself.

Awaiting the door to unlock, her mind began to turn. In a blink of an instant, her life has changed. Whether for the good or the bad, she’d place a bet on the latter.

“I hope you’re prepared to tell others of the news. Especially your men.”

(Dolly would love to go trick or treating! Wally is open too, let me know if you'd like to do any kind plotting or brainstorming as well!)

The sun hung low in the perfect Autumn sky. Pumpkins littered the Neighborhood along with decorations that meant it was none other than Halloween Night!

While traditionally Trick-or-Treating was done in the darkness, the Neighbors had made it their own tradition to do so earlier in the evening, leaving plenty of time to attend their annual Haunting Halloween Party. Which just so happened to be hosted by Frank this year. Barnaby was skeptical, Frank wasn't much for spooks and frights.. So he'd be sure to add an extra bit of spooky to his entrance this year.

"Ya ready?" He beamed with a smile as he looked down at his Trick-or-Treating partner. He wore his usual Were-Beagle costume, a classic that couldn't be topped in his opinion!

Heavily her brows furrow as she offers him a sidelong glance, both morbidly curious about what he means when he says that side of him, and if maybe that's what she sees in his aura. But then she's overcome by a wash of far more human and sensible a thing; guilt. He stops his actions based on what she has said. That much is obvious, even to her.

Ransom sat in one of the leather armchairs with a drink in his hand and feet propped up on the coffee table.  While a guy in a skeleton costume yammered on about all the money he made in the stock market this past week.  It was almost comical and he did everything he could not to laugh in the man’s face.  

Goddamn, this was the most boring halloween party he had ever been to.  But what did he expect from the country club.  It was mainly to raise money for the children’s hospital but he thought at fifteen thousand per ticket it would be a little more fun.  Glancing down at his watch, he noticed the time and also Kara wasn’t here yet.  He swore to God if she did not show up to this thing he was going to be pissed.  After all she was the one that talked him into coming in the first place.

“Excuse me, I’m getting a refill...” Ransom said as he stood up, smoothing out the wrinkles in his black suit.  He didn’t really have a costume, but he did find a vintage all black suit and tie at the store and he had a mask that was like the one worn by the Phantom of Phantom of the Opera.  That was about as much effort as he was going to put in to this thing.

“Oh!” The skeleton said, stretching out his glass towards Ransom.  “Could you get me another whiskey sour?”

Ransom looked down at him, curling his lips slightly.  “Get it yourself.  You have legs.” And with that he walked off and over to the bar.  He ordered another drink and while he waited for it he texted Kara.

[sms: kara]  Where the hell are you?? I’ve been waiting for about an hour! You showing up or did you get stuck in your costume? [sms: kara] if you’re not here in ten minutes I’m leaving and going home to watch slasher movies.

Today was Halloween and Jasmine was at a wild underground rave.  The place was decorated for Halloween with fake spiders, webs and even drinks that catered to Halloween such as poison apple cocktails, black magic margaritas and a jekyll and gin. Some were dressed like vampires, some like comic book characters and others dressed in sexy clothes and calling it a costume.  Jasmine was at the bar, dressed like Poison Ivy resting at the bar after dancing to the last few songs.  She took a drink of the jekyl and gin, trying to keep her head straight.  Jasmine’s editor had sent her here on assignment since he felt she got along well with Johnny and Samurai was giving a concert here.  Though there was another reason she was here, she had heard rumors of an Arasaka corpo, bad ones that she wanted to investigate.  Jasmine was actually hoping that Johnny would agree to help, though she wasn’t sure how best to bring it up.  Despite how loud it was, Jasmine heard someone behind her and turned to see who it was.

“Nice to see you again, sug,” she said.