#ivyhollowstarter

[gianna-foxwood]

So many interesting things but nothing of what I need yet.

[passionatelyxlust]

Nope, nope, and a thousand times nope, we are totally and royally fucked now.

We're dead.

[wraths-fury]

I'm not in the mood for conversing.

[greeds-indulgence]

They definitely pulled out all the stops at this party, that's for sure.

[kaixfoxwood]

I'm planning to go get drunk now, thanks.

[soullessxpandora]

Well, it has been many a moon since I have attended a party, and a themed one at that.

[wickedlyxenvy]

Why do I feel like my color scheme's been ripped off here? I swear, I owned the color Green.

[strikingly-rhys]

Well, well. Things sure have gotten interesting in my absence.

[alexia-simmons]

Either I am having delirious hallucinations or my wet dreams are growing out of hand.

[azriel-delacroix]

Go away.

[isabel-bishop]

Can I help you?

[sinfullyxpride]

It is unfortunate most in this city do not take the phrase clothes maketh the man seriously. Where is the decorum?

[ainsleyxbrooks]

Oh, no, that's...never a good sign. I can feel the air shifting without question.

[josephinexbaird]

I have never felt this hopelessness in my entire life. We've lost.

He just takes and takes.

[voracious-gluttony]

He was unable to move from the spot where his King had left him, going through waves of trying to scream or speak until he was red in the face until he eventually devolved into scratching manically at his throat, not stopping even as he began to peel layers away; blood staining his hands and soaking into the collar of his shirt in crimson rivulets. The Prince couldn't contain it then, sobs shook his body though the quietness was all he could hear, tears coursing down his face as he realized he was now useless. Broken beyond repair, taken out so easily that all it took was a handful of minutes in the presence of his King to make it known how small he utterly was. He no longer carried his souls and no longer carried his voice. Footsteps rang out and Gluttony didn't bother to wipe away the tears or blood as his gaze lifted to see who had come by, shaking his head before lifting a bloodied finger and scrawling the work King on the wall.

[judiciously-ezekiel]

To be oblivious like the humans around us who can go about their day without knowing that the literal Devil walks the streets.