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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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"What do you hunt?" She got the feeling it wasn't animals, like some might; it was just the casual tone with which he said it. Her curiosity was kicking in again, finally allowed to tentatively flourish back up. Ariadne shifted where she sat, tucking her feet beneath her to better face him, folding her hands in her lap comfortably.

She tipped her head to one side, frowning a little, visibly intrigued. Her tone almost played on dry and teasing, "How did that happen? I didn't think it was possible to die more than once."

Sighing, he took a long sip of his drink before he began to list "Vampires, werewolves, zombies, demons, wendigos, strigas, okami. Any monster from a horror movie, you name it, I hunt it. Killed some angels before too, it's... an interesting life back home, to say the least." Taking another sip of his drink, sighing a bit. He missed Sam, and hell, he even missed Cas, his little nerdy dude with wings.

Nodding at her second comment, a bit of a chuckle passing his lips, "Yeah. In my world, I die a lot more than you'd expect someone to."

Only her brief delves into mythological creatures gave her the headstart needed to keep up with Dean's list of creatures; her eyebrows lifted slightly, disbelieving for a moment that he actually did all of that. Then she remembered that she had a totem back in her room that told her if everything she was experiencing was just a dream, that even Cobb had sounded crazy when she had first heard about dreamsharing.

Perhaps it wasn't that farfetched an idea.

"You've killed angels?" She couldn't help it; she was curious.

Nods, "Yeah. One or two. They're great big bags of dicks, and honestly, if one wasn't my best friend, I wouldn't have believed in 'em in the first place. But, they do. And most of them seem to like me." Shrugging, he downed another gulp from his goblet, "What about you? What did you do before ya got plopped here?"

"Interesting," she told him, deciding that was something to perhaps look into. As strange as it all sounded. "I wasn't aware angels made a habit of talking to humans." Left unspoken was 'like yourself'; she wasn't exactly the picture of innocence herself, but she'd have though if they existed at all, they'd talk to priests and other men of God before someone who hunted things.

"I was an architecture student. Graduate school."

"Yeah. Didn't believe they existed until one, Cas, plucked me from hell when I went down there." Sipping his drink a bit more, knowing it was hard to believe a majority of the things he mentioned.

"Impressive. I'm a high school drop out, with my GED."

"How did you get into Hell?" Assuming he wasn't just insane, at least. She could sustain disbelief for the moment and take in all the details of the thing. It was an interesting enough conversation, and it was saving her from the rest of the crowds outside; it was nice to get a bit of a breather.

Ariadne tipped her head to him mildly, "Nothing wrong with that. I assume you liked hunting better than studying?"

Looking at her, "How? Well. I sold my soul to a cross roads demon, had to kiss her and everything. Sold it to save my brother's life. That gave me one year to live, because the demons wanted me dead anyway. So, once that year was up, the hell hounds and Lilith came after me and dragged me down to hell, and I was there for four months, which is more like forty years in hell."

"I was raised hunting, just.. ended up dropping out."

She had curled up a bit more comfortably in the chair, resting her chin now in one hand, watching him curiously. It still sounded ridiculous, but then again, so was most of this.

"I didn't know that you could escape from Hell. Even with the help of an angel. Then again, I didn't know angels were real, either," she mused thoughtfully, eyes sliding across the floor. "How did you meet- Cas?"

Shrugs, "To most people, what I'm saying sounds crazy." He went to take a sip of his drink, but then she brought up Cas. His best friend, someone who was almost like a brother to him. Almost. "He 'gripped me tight and raising from perdition', as he would say. And so, through the past year, we became close friends."

"It does sound crazy."

And she clearly didn't care how tactless it sounded. Because, after all, it was true.

The change in demeanour when this 'Cas' was brought up was palpable; since Ariadne didn't really know what to say to that - didn't think there was anything that needed to be said to that - she kept quiet, simply nodding a little. "Interesting."

"Yeah. He's my best friend. That's all." Making that clear, since a lot of people probably thought he was with Cas, based on how close they were. Like how people thought he and Sam were at some time or another. "Anyway... what about you? Tell me about yourself."

The hunter took a seat, sighing as he did. The pants were tight, and he didn't feel comfortable enough sitting in them, but he had no other choice.

Ariadne shrugged, amusement playing at her lips. "I didn't say anything," she pointed out at that point, taking up her ball of yarn again so she had something to fidget slowly with, looping the soft red threads around and between her fingers.

"What do you want to know?"

Raising an eyebrow at her, he always knew people thought Cas was more than a best friend to him, and maybe he was, but other people did not need to know that.

"Just about yourself? I dunno. Not big on asking the questions, not the complicated ones, anyway."

If other people didn't need to know that, then perhaps he needed to stop violently reiterating that they were 'just friends'. That always spoke to more.

She frowned a little, not quite sure what she was supposed to say. He already knew that she went to architecture school, and beyond that, what was there? She couldn't - wouldn't, really; not after the debacle of Eliot trying to use it - tell him about Cobb or the dreamsharing. So she shrugged, "There isn't much to tell. I have parents, and a brother. Half-English, half-French, fluent in both."

Dean wasn't exactly sure how to respond to the somewhat thoughtful face the girl was making, but if she didn't want to share everything, she didn't have to. God knows he had his secrets.
"Hot. Girls who speak french are hot."

Her smile returned at that, genuinely amused as she switched into effortless French, "Do you have a lot of experience with girls who speak French, or is that just something you thought of now?"

Perhaps she was playing with him a little, but he was interesting. Not in the same way as Arthur, or Eames, with their experience and their novel ideas, or that way that Arthur could just look at her and have her melting a little. But he was definitely interesting.

Dean swallowed hard. He didn't know a lick of french, short of a few terms he'd heard once or twice, but when girls spoke French towards him, he was instantly turned on.

"...Not a clue what you said, but damn. It's a good thing we're in a public place right now."

She barely resisted the urge to tell him that it wasn't actually that public - the door was closed, and she hadn't heard footsteps passing by since they'd gotten there. They'd only just met, after all.

Ariadne merely shrugged one bare shoulder, the gesture effortlessly delicate, though it didn't seem as though she knew it, "I asked if you knew a lot of girls who spoke French or not."

Biting his lip, his eyes glanced over her body. She had a great one, and he figured it looked even better out of that costume, and then his mind started to wander...

He was brought back to reality when she spoke again, and he smirked, "Mmm, about twelve. Never understood most of what they said, but something about a girl speakin' a different language is a complete turn on."

The way his eyes raked over her didn't go unnoticed, but still she didn't say anything, letting him have his moment as long as that was all he did. Nothing personal, of course. She looked appropriately amused by his response, the way he snapped out of his apparent reverie, and shifted a little where she sat, letting her Capitol-done curls bounce with the slight movement. "I imagine that's a common problem some men have," she told him lightly, "Especially if the girls in question do it on purpose."

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