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WHO| Everyone!
WHAT| A Halloween Ball
WHEN| Halloween night
WHERE| The Tribute Center
WARNING/NOTES| None atm. Please tag in your subject lines if anything comes up.

The Capitol had been winding up to this for weeks. More and more extravagant decorations had begun to appear all over the city. Gruesome alleys dripping with gore, houses transformed into creaking, ancient cobweb covered dwellings, flickering ghosts haunting windows and doorways. The citizens themselves had becomes more and more extravagant as the days crept closer, dripping in glitters spiderwebs, hair teased to coil around pumpkins and crows, and decked out in meticulous costumes, often celebrating past victors, and even current tributes.

The ball at the Tribute Training Center wasn't anywhere near the only party that night, but it was the most extravagant, and the most sought after. The decorations had gone towards the classic (perhaps the goverment realizing other areas might move too close to home.) The building had been transformed into a spooky, ancient looking mansion, over taken by spiders and lit with flickering candles everywhere. The tables were spread with unimaginable heaping of treats, from grotesqueness mock organs to sparkling jewel colored sugar covered candies. Avoxs move about, for once literally ghosts, covered in their own shrouds of spider webs and sheer gauze, holding plates of smoking drinks.

Attendance for the Tributes was mandatory. As were costumes. And oh boy did their stylists go all out for this one. It was a parade and a party all rolled into ones and they weren't going to slack on that.

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"A-level?" Don blinked. "So...you live in England?"

Just because one had a British accent didn't mean they lived in Britain.

"I did. I was on my way to live in the States when I was brought here."

Sometimes he wondered, if he was actually missing back home or if there was some sort of weird Doctor Who-y time warp going on.

"...Oh." Don blinked. "I...I would probably just be prying if I asked why...so...I won't."

The better question probably might be why the guy that killed Alex was actually trying to be congenial despite the obvious awkwardness. Because Don figured he was probably weirding out the poor guy. And it didn't help that people were starting to notice that they were talking and were watching them to see what they were saying.

Alex was almost ridiculously accustomed to having to play nice with people he didn't trust. Maybe it was just the company he'd been keeping for the past year and a half, but so many of them had seemed to enjoy the false pleasantries.

"Nor would I be obligated to answer if you did."

If his answer was a bit curt, it wasn't Donatello's fault. Alex just preferred to not think about the reason he'd been leaving England.

"Right...of course."

Its pretty obvious that this is just awkward for Don. Very, very awkward. Not that he knows it isn't his fault. He wouldn't blame Alex. Really.

"Well, uh..." Donatello decided it was time to excuse himself, and he turns to leave. "...I do like your costume."

Edited 2012-11-15 01:29 (UTC)

Sure he does.

"What's your name? We were never properly introduced before things went down back there."