#yatesevent003

[dcrbyalbright]

“Boo!” Darby shouted at the person passing by her, popping out from where she had hidden in a supply closet to finish a line in private. She was covered in dried fake blood, her white slip dress clinging to her frame. “Sorry. couldn’t resist. Anyways, you seen any ghosts around here? I’m thinking about becoming like that woman who wedded a dead pirate ghost. Feel like spirit sex would be wild,” she said, serious expression on her face. She licked her finger, lapping a bit of the fake blood off. “You want to taste it? It’s corn syrup and food coloring.”

[anitangel]

"Okay so, boom, red lipstick. Boom, cat eye. Boom, perfectly curled hair." Anita observed herself in a smudged mirror of the hotel lobby, speaking absentmindedly to a group of eager Hastings freshmen. "The point is to have the ghosts respect you, then they don't fuck with you," she shook out the curls in her hair, long nails gently scratching her scalp. Her best case scenario was that she always looked like she had just had sex; slightly worn out lipstick, one too many buttons undone, hair purposefully slightly messy. Turning around to face the group of younger girls, she clicked her tongue, making exaggerated hand gestures as she spoke to them. "Just remember you need to scare the ghosts before they scare you. They smell fear. Now fuck off to your rooms, this isn't a fucking Ted Talk, I'm tired." As the group dispersed, Anita padded her way over to an ornate looking couch in the lobby, spread her whole body out on it like it was her home. "God, I love The Stanley. What if we did a real-life remake of The Shining?"

[felixlcsser]

Fixing his collar up so that it hid the hickey he had gotten earlier from Jade, Fitz was chugging straight from a bottle of whiskey as he left his hotel room, weaving through the crowd of rowdy students that lined the halls. A girl dressed as a bumblebee nearly impaled him with the large stinger sticking off her backside. Swerving to avoid her, Fitz bumped into someone else, nearly choking on his whiskey as he accidentally spilled it dow the person he had bumped into. “Shit - whoops! Sorry. Jackie nearly poked my eye out with that thing,” he apologized, flashing them a grin. “Can I make it up to you? Give you head? My first born son? A bump of something?” he asked, wiping whiskey off of his plastic coat. A Patrick Bateman costume turned out to be perfect for cleaning up party spills. 

[romeosokolav]

(OOC: if anyone fucking dares to match the length of this starter i will scream. do not do that. under any circumstances. i can’t keep this up. i’m just a girl.)

With Romeo, the thought usually ended up much better than the execution. Truth be told, he often got enough satisfaction telling people what he was going to do that when the time came to do it, he usually had little drive left. Also, dressing up as the Axe-Man of New Orleans proved more difficult than he thought. In a desperate attempt to throw an outfit together, Romeo sprinted to a hardware store about fifteen minutes before closing, bought a real axe, realized you couldn’t bring an actual weapon to a university-sponsored party––or anywhere, really––pre-gamed too generously, and ended up pulling on a white dress shirt and staining it with red food coloring. He ended up looking more like Patrick Bateman’s less adept cousin who would surely be arrested out of pure incompetence. But his hair looked fine. 

Leaning over the edge of the bar, he was mid-way through securing another free cocktail from the forty-year-old bartender who had abandoned all subtlety when she asked him what his room number was when he felt someone stumble into his shoulder. “Woah! You were this close to involuntary manslaughter. I’m like... you know that guy in Spongebob...” He trailed off, comically deep in thought. “The one that goes, ‘I was born with glass bones and paper skin. Every morning I break my legs, and every afternoon I break my arms. At night, I lie awake in agony until my heart attacks put me to sleep’––that’s me.” On impulse, he took his drink and whipped it across the room a la this vine and pulled an expression of feigned shock. “Oh my god, I can’t believe you just did that. Bringer of mayhem. Please spare me, papa!”

[elliealdenkamp]

just go, just pull him aside of something. just—go, already! the internal pep talk spun through ellie’s head as she made her way down the staircase, fingertips gliding along the railing. she’d been wanting to talk to felix since what’d happened, but something nagged at her, telling her that he probably needed space. that, if that weren’t the case he would’ve reached out, right? but she couldn’t wait it out anymore—she didn’t want to. so, as casually as she could, she approached him from behind once she’d spotted him in a chair near the fireplace. bending over, the girl lightly tapped his shoulder with a pointer finger. “tag.” that was it. standing back up, ellie began walking backwards. “you’re it.”

@felixlcsser

[leoalcrights]

Sitting atop a wine-colored velvet chair beside a table covered in fine white cloth, Leo sat cross-legged and tracing her index finger along the rim of her glass. Watching her peers dressed in extravagant costumes, she tossed her hair feathered a la Farrah Fawcett over her shoulder, and cocked her head to the side. Leo chewed the inside of her cheek, a signal that the girl was deep in thought, but only a few would recognize the significance of that action. “Do you think,” she began, not bothering to even glance at the person sitting by her, “the costumes serve any purpose? Like, I feel like… I think that it’s easy to tell who’s in which society, you know?” Slightly tipsy, she reached her arm out and pointed out a girl dressed in a spectacularly jeweled shift dress and a feather atop her head, “Calloway. You can tell by the dress and the costume choice.” Her gaze shifted, and she narrowed her eyes to get a closer view, “And that’s... a Hastings. Pablo Picasso. Do I even have to explain?”

[jadevassr]

( + 1 notification from Instagram ) @jadevasser: new bf<3

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talyn26 gorgeous !!

fitzmont text me back loser

jadevasser @fitzmont no<3

tanner_isaacs interestingly enough the lifespan of a male tarantula is under half that of a female. maybe that makes you a black widow??

jadevasser @tanner_isaacs that’s so hot. i knew i’d beat scarjo one day

[yateshq]

Fright Night, aka the Stanley Retreat, was created to foster unity and harmony between the societies, right? Well, the founders thought it would be a lovely idea if each hotel room was randomized. That’s right, you don’t get to pick your roommates in Colorado. They’re assigned to you. Please find your rooming assignments below: 

Room 1:

Henrietta Peters

Brennan Kingston

Elizabeth Aldenkamp

Elias Salvatore

Room 2:

Carmen Peck

Bones Cunningham

Liviana Alvarez

Malcolm Smith

Room 3:

Aisling Warren

Aurora Clark

Florian Henneberg

Syre Salinger

Darby Albright

Room 4:

Bowie Lesser

Stanley Peters

Shelby Carrigan

Tanner Isaacs

Room 5:

Eleanor Albright

Charles Kennedy

Genevieve Maxwell

Romeo Sokolov

Darcy Woodrow

Room 6:

Juliette Barnett

Ophelia Sokolov

Francesca Wilde

Jade Vassar

Fitz Montgomery

Room 7

Sawyer Maxwell

Felix Lesser

Anita de Jesus

Malaki Collier

Room 8

Valentina Lucas

Kristine Navarro

Harrison Hadlee

Cordelia Stone

[svycrsave]

- Sawyer hated being scared - absolutely despised the creeping feeling of anticipation that lurked around every corner of the Stanley. Every year he tried his best to get out of going, and yet he always found himself in his own personal hell. And yet again, here he was, making himself comfortable with a bottle of jack Daniels to keep him comfortable while he tried to lay low. If he didn’t move, he couldn’t disturb the spirits. He brought the bottle to his lips but couldn’t get the brown liquid down as he jumped hearing something beside him. “Hey, you can’t just creep up on a guy like that. I refuse to partake in any spooky behavior tonight. I’m protesting creep night.” He announced, trying to keep his tone calm as to not disturb some of the long term guests.

[tannerisaacs]

Tanner looked between Leo and the girl in question, his head shaking vehemently. “While I respect your belief in me...” his head shook from side to side, the action growing faster, more intense over time. Shooting his shot was... out of the ordinary for Tanner. Have his way and he’d sit back double-tapping until eternity. A self-perpetuated dork. He shook his head. “I would give up now, you have better odds. Alcohol didn’t even favor me.” @leoalcrights​

[dcrbyalbright]

( + 1 notification from Instagram ) @darby_albright finally killed romeo sokolov and drank his blood jennifer check style and i’ll just say this: it tasted like a cowboy’s sweat! Yom!

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@jackjones56: check ur dms

[anitangel]

( + 1 notification from Instagram ) @anita4real: *KILL BILL SIRENS* 

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@calibaby: que es esto loca? (see translation: what is this crazy?)

@papichul0: i would let you chop me to pieces mamiiiii

@darby_albright: murder me! 

@brenkiings: as if you weren't already lethal enough ☠️

[carmenpeck]

( + 1 notification from Instagram ) @carmenpeck scared of the dark?

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[felixlcsser]

( + 1 notification from Instagram ) @fitzmont: found this dude dressed as john lennon his favorite “living legend” didn’t have the heart to tell him m8′s been dead for forty years

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@alanmontgomery: fitzgerald are you drunk??? call your mother back

@fitzmont: yes and no <3

[elliealdenkamp]

already, the grand staircase inside the stanley hotel was littered with liquor bottles, abandoned shoes, and one elizabeth aldenkamp—leaned up against the railing with her legs stretched out along a single stair. from her waist draped a thin piece of black tulle and in her grasp was a pretty bottle of champagne, only about a third empty at this point. the girl’s eyelids began to close as she brought it to her lips, taking a sip—only to immediately lower it when she barely caught view of frankie. the two had hardly spoken since the carnival, which, in and of itself was a shame. there was something about the redhead’s sweet and silly nature that lit something up in ellie—you just wanted to be around her. but now? now, they also had much to catch up on. “hey!” she called, looking up at the other. “speak to any friendly ghosts yet? i’m just dying to summon victor hugo.”

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[jadevassr]

“Mister Kennedy, your gift has arrived!” Jade called out to Charlie, who was in the bathroom of his hotel room. Luckily Romeo had begrudgingly let her in on his way out and now she was flopped down on the made bed staring out the window. Walking past the room, she had held her breath, but she couldn’t quite resist despite the weird insecure feeling that being around Charlie made her feel. He was the one person who was, despite their silly conflicts, made her feel worthwhile in his company. Maybe it was because he had a reputation. She cursed this, knowing full well that being called white trash as a teenager stuck inside her for the rest of her adolescence, and even in Yates she felt out of place among the trust fund kids. Jade was nothing but skinned knees and unbrushed hair. She grinned as he walked out, much to his bewilderment. “Rome let me in. Hey, how are the Kennedy’s okay with their darling son out in the middle of Colorado. No sailing here. Anyways I’m here because you left me on read for a week and I haven’t bothered you in a while. Wanna do some poppers?” @chxrliekennedy​