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Goldleaf eyed the punch bowl suspiciously. She wondered if it had been poisoned. She edged over to it, murmuring, "what concoction's been put in here?" She blinked strands of her blonde hair out of her eyes before impatiently brushing them away. Another menacing crack of her fingers and she straightened up. She looked around at all the guests. "Hmm."

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Taurquende caught her first sight of the mansion. What on earth? she thought. She had received a vague invitation from a friend of a friend... of a friend, and didn't really know what was in store for her. She stepped out of her 1921 Cadillac, shivering in the night's cold air. Walking up to the door, she felt very exposed. Her dress was very bold-- it almost showed her knees!-- but the studio she worked for wanted their actresses to be bold and modern, especially since her star could be on the rise if her next film went over well. That's the problem with these silent films, she thought, and she quickened her pace in hopes of getting out of the cold, all they see is your figure. Maybe things will be different if they ever figure out talking films.

She had reached the door, or rather, what was left of the door. It lay on the floor, covered in hoof prints. She gaped at it for a moment, before walking right over it. What have I gotten myself into? she wondered. She crossed the hall to the ballroom, which was filled with all sorts of strange characters.

"Good evening," she said. "My name is Taurquende."

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Mrs. Haldir slowly walked up the steps to the mansion, looking less than happy. Her husband went about with his threat and came along with her. After she was killed last HallowFest, he no longer trusted the festival. He held her arm in a protective grip, as if though thinking that something would happen if he let go. He was no happier than his wife. He didn't want to be here. He wished that she had changed her mind on going. He tried to convince her not to go but he lost that battle.
"Haldir, your grip is too tight," she said in harsh whisper.
"Sorry," he muttered and loosened his grip.
"Are you going to hold on to me the entire time?"
"If I have to, yes."
MH rolled her eyes. "You are being too paranoid, what are the odds that a serial killer will be on the loose again?"
"I am not chancing those odds, A'maelamin."
MH sighed. "Alright, fine, but will you please wipe that bitter frown off your face and at least enjoy yourself and stop acting paranoid."
"I cannot make any promises, but for you, I will try."
"Good, now let's go." MH continued up the steps, forcing Haldir to follow for he still had a hold of her arm. When they made it to the top step, MH felt a cold wind blow and she shivered lightly. "A bit of a chill out tonight." The two stepped inside and put their cloaks in the cloak room. She took Haldir's hand. "Come love," she said and let him through the mansion, waving and greeting guests. "Hello everyone." She spotted Nurrantiel nearby, with a notebook in hand. "Working on another new novel there, dear mother?"

(Would any of you lovelys care to make me a Halloween related banner if I give you the pics? I want/need one )

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And as he looked into her eyes
Within the auburn of her hair
The trembling starlight of the skies
He saw there mirrored bright and fair

♥In a poly relationship with Kili and Tauriel♥

Tar pulled herself away from Kitoky and the Horseman (she got the strange feeling that they both were relieved), and walked to the punchbowl, absolutely parched. She grinned at Goldleaf, who was sniffing the punch somewhat suspiciously. Raising a single brow, she poured herself a glass and took a broad swig.

She nodded to both Goldleaf and Elegost.

"Great party, right?"

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"I wouldn't drink too much of that punch," Goldleaf warned Tar. She glanced at Elegost, who had just thrown C4 at one of the windows, causing a rather annoying explosion.
"Nice entrance," she said vaguely before examining a pumpkin pie.

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"Meh, I'm not too worried about it. What's the worst that could happen, right?" Tar laughed. "I mean, spiking the punch is sooo cliche. I mean, just look at..." Tar paused. "I honestly can't think of a single movie where someone died from spiked punch."

Tar frowned deeply, and lapsed into silence, pondering.

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Be with me always - take any form - drive me mad! only do not leave me in this abyss, where I cannot find you!

Goldleaf flexed her fingers again, nodding as Tar spoke. She bit into the pumpkin pie.
"Mffmfmfmff," she said as Elegost talked. "Fireworks, good. Pretty." She swallowed, and dusted down her black velvet gloves. "The hostess won't thank you for blowing up her window though."

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Aria's spirits were high as she approached the old mansion door way. On the inside she could hear laughter, talking, and other activities whose curious sounds yet remained nameless. <i>I better knock loudly,</i> she thought, <i>Or it's likely I'll be knocking all night.</i>

Raising a small white hand, she rapped loudly on the door. No answer. Again she rapped, a bit firmer this time, but with no results. Aria began feeling the slightest bit impatient, and so knocked her fist against the wood with every bit of strength she could muster.

How was she to know the door had already suffered considerable damage that night?

The poor, abused rectangle fell for the second time - the hinges having been removed by the Horseman, it hadn't taken much to do it.

Blushing profusely, Aria looked from the crowd inside to the door, from the door to the crowd inside again. In a small voice, she finally managed to ask "Did <i>I</i> do that?"

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Goldleaf looked up as more guests entered the mansion; one even managed to break the door again. Oh dear. The hostess was having a tough time with all these guests.
The punch bowl seemed to be the center of social activity, which Goldleaf thought was strange, considering that the stuff had burned her throat, which wasn't pleasant. She moved away with a small look over her shoulder, from the punch bowl, her black cloak making a strange slithering noise on the wooden floorboards.

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Saxon shivered slightly, pulling her pale golden coat tighter around her small frame. Only a few more feet before she reached the mansion, and then it was only a few stone steps and a door before she was inside.

Her invitation was tucked inside her pocket. She'd considered double checking the address, but there was always the chance that someone would see that and laugh; she really did hate being humiliated. And besides, how many large creepy mansions were there in this area?

The answer was, in fact, quite a few, but there were lights on inside and other people heading towards the place. Saxon walked up the steps, stopping before the door. The door that was, quite clearly, broken off its hinges.

"Oh dear," she murmured quietly.

Not wanting to be responsible for an incident at the front porch, she knocked a few times and folded her hands in front of her, waiting for someone to welcome her inside.

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Moving into the room quickly, hoping to mask her slight awkwardness, Aria made her way over to the punch bowl, humming some random ditty that had caught her ear.

She smiled shyly at those around, and immediately felt awkward for doing so. Why was it she always made a spectacle of herself at these party things?

At the soonest possible time, she determined, she'd sneak off to the study - certain there would be a piano - and enjoy herself.

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