#storiesofthenight

✘♚✘ It had been a week since Billy and his family arrived in Hawkins, and he hadn't stopped complaining once. Sure, it didn't take long for him to amass friends and admirers, but he missed his home in San Diego too much to take any pleasure in it. His friends, his hang outs, the girls he'd been seeing, all gone in a blink. Now he was left with a landlocked hellscape and he refused to take any pleasure in.

Despite his dour opinion of it all, he had to admit that Tina knew how to throw one hell of a party. Her parents clearly didn't give a shit as they were gone all night and no one stopped by to even check on things. That left the high schoolers free to go wild as they saw fit. With most of his stuff still packed in boxes, Billy didn't have much of a Halloween costume, but he knew that being "hot" was more than costume enough for anyone to care.

Eddie had loved getting to just stay with all the dinos. It was a lot of fun. And when nobody was in the park, he liked just getting to go around and feed them, pet them and have the most fun with all of the little ones.

He wanted to go and see Chrissy and knew that there was going to be no guests right now, so he had even scooped up his favourite parasaur baby and headed into the cafe, cradling the dinosaur in his arms.

[Said to My Cat Meme from @storiesofthenight for Aemond.]

“I can hear you, you know.” ------------

Thera's brow creased, barely a fraction, as she turned toward the voice. "Beg pardon, my Lord," An automatic response she would have given to any, even before the shock of white hair told her Targaryen - and well before she took in his angular features and the black patch covering one eye, "I didn't realise there were other guests."

A royal guest, if her speculation was right, but she didn't focus too much upon that. Instead she waved her companions off on their way, which had been down to the kitchens to procure a late-night snack, and offered the man a short bow. What business he had here wasn't hers to wonder about, and probably safer not to know.

He shouldn’t be stumbling around the woods like he is. Should’ve stayed right where he was and let whatever this shit was run its course. His car was gone when he came to in that freaky fuckin house and if he had to place any bets it would be Max behind the wheel. Let the little bitch drive around an empty parking lot and she acts like she knows what she’s doing.

Neil’s gonna kill him. It’s the one thing his brain can coherently settle on and it’s why he’s tripping over roots and shit in the woods. If he stayed they’d call the cops and Neil would be even worse tomorrow. At least this way he can have a little more deniability. Maybe.

@storiesofthenight​ . 𝐊𝐀𝐓𝐍𝐈𝐒𝐒 𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐒 𝐀 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑

In the mess of hairspray and glitter, Fish made her way through the tributes and their mentor, all surrounded by makeup artists and stylists. The strange cacophony was eerie, really, considering all these kids were lambs for slaughter. For a short second, she thought about her own interview, 5 years ago, but quickly brushed it away. She didn’t have time for such considerations. It was her first year working so closely for Caesar, and she didn’t want to fuck it up. Besides, the fact that most tributes knew her and hated her (like half of Panem) didn’t help. 

She had briefed everyone but one tribute, Katniss Everdeen. The girl from 12. She had made quite an impression already, with her dress on fire. Hopefully she’d have a positive impact during the interview too. Her life depended on it, after all. 

“Katniss, right?” she asked, “you’re on right before Peeta Mellark, are you ready?” A quick glance at the hair, the makeup, the dress.