#hkstart

                 she was sat on the curb a couple of blocks away from where the MAYHEM & madness  had first broken out. eyes staring out in front of her, her usually  p r i s t i n e  black locks in a state of disarray. unsure about how she had even ended up where she was, only that she was relieved to be away from the eighth circle of  H E L L  they had called the unity day gala. her fingers idly toying with a big gash in her dress right on her thigh, the edges of which were soaked with blood, an underlying cut peeking through the hole. ‘ fucking SHIT.. ’ vida muttered before wincing slightly from the pain as she inspected the d a m a g e to her leg. 

The longer the party went on, the more he itched to get out. However, there was something in the back of his mind, the words people had told him far too often, 'just let go'. As such, Sam decided to give it a shot. With a plastic cup filled with chips instead of alcohol, he roamed the living room in search for anyone who wasn't too deep into conversation, before picking his target. "Parties are fun. I like the music. Uh..." His mind searched for generally accepted facts to say. "Dancing is-" He sighed, already so done with it all. "Chips?"

Ann usually prides herself in her 'contacts', and they did not fail her that night. Once the power was out, she was making phone calls, and soon there were generators and new guests, and the house was loud and bright, a beacon in the dark night. However, as time passed more and more people began flocking to her place, and she was slowly losing control of it all. "Hey, man-bun, don't touch the tv. Sasha, get them away from the windows." The door was wide open, and strangers came and gone as she watched with her arms crossed over her chest. And yet another one walked by. "Who the fuck are you?"

this is what you get. a familiar voice rang through bash’s ears as he’d made his way out of the ballroom, shouting his brother & sisters names at the top of his lungs as P A N I C began to set in. this is what you deserve. whipping his head around he looked for the source of the taunts, eyes frantically scanning the room around him, but there was no one in sight. tell us bash, how does it feel. freezing in place, it was at the pronunciation of his name that he realized who’s voice it was that he was hearing. ‘ sarah ? ’ bash called out confused ‘ is that you ? ’ he asked out loud though he knew it couldn’t have been - cause you see sarah was dead & bash knew this for a fact since he was the one that brought her life to an END. how does it feel, sebastian.. to have all that innocent blood on your hands. the words caught in his throat as he looked down to see the sticky red substance dripping from the tips of his fingers. ‘ w-what the fuck.. ?? ’ 

                      Electricity sparked from his fingertips as he saw his father                       appear in the midst of the crowd. Why was he there? Why                      would he risk showing his face? His immediate thought was                       that it was some sort of THREAT. That he wanted to assert                    how he could easily get close to and hurt any one of his siblings.                       Anger flooded his veins as he approached the other. His hands                       grasped at his shirt as his eyes locked him with a glare.             " What are you doing here, huh? " He growled. " Are you here            to threaten them--to try to hurt them? OVER MY DEAD BODY,             POPS. "

"There'll be a few days of headlines with the dead and injured counts," the woman began, "but soon they'll forget about that. All people will be talking about is blame and to whom it belongs to." She sighed, her hand squeezing her own shoulder which had been aching ever since it chaos started. "Come have a drink and wear something nice, they said. It'll be fun, they said.” Ann scoffed, but just like that she turned her speech into business. “So, any official thoughts? I won't put your name down if you don't want me to."