Mikey's mansion sat on top of a large hill, but it was accessible to anyone who wanted to trick of treat at it. The front gate was opened, so anyone could get up to it. The house is a black and red, gothic style mansion, that was neatly decorated with pumpkins at the front porch and nothing else. Mikey felt as if he didn't need any more decorations on the house, since the looming gargoyles were enough... and it totally looked like a vampire lived there. (And of course a vampire does live there...)
Mikey's favorite Holliday is Halloween, and he always had candy for trick or treaters. Halloween night always made Mikey extra nice, no yelling at people, no hurting anyone, he just wanted to have a fun night. He waited patiently for a knock on the door, putting candy in Halloween themed bowels, and Frank would occasionally steal one or two pieces of snickers from him. But hey, it's Halloween! Mikey didn't mind.
Mikey's favorite Holliday is Halloween, and he always had candy for trick or treaters. Halloween night always made Mikey extra nice, no yelling at people, no hurting anyone, he just wanted to have a fun night. He waited patiently for a knock on the door, putting candy in Halloween themed bowels, and Frank would occasionally steal one or two pieces of snickers from him. But hey, it's Halloween! Mikey didn't mind.
Liliana dressed in her witch Halloween custom that kinda did show a little too much but it wasn't her fault since her friends made her wear it for a Halloween party that they wanted her to be at. Liliana looked up the hill to see a mansion and decided to walk up to it. She started walking up the hill with a small smile
Mikey noticed as liliana walked up the front yard. Mikey wasn't dressed up as anything, he was himself for Halloween.... he already thought that he was 'pretty scary...'
Mikey waited for the girl to get to the door.
Mikey waited for the girl to get to the door.
Liliana soon made it up to the door and looked up to see the decorations and smiled as she walked up to the door
"Hello." Mikey greeted her, holding a big bowel of candy. "I like your costume... would you like any candy?" He asked.
Liliana smiled and nodded her head "Thank you and sure" she said softly with a small smile
"Any candy you prefer?" Mikey questioned her. "I got all kinds."
"Hmm I guess a snickers would be nice" She said with a smile
"Sure thing!" Mikey handed her a handful of snickers.
Mikey Romance wrote:
Mikey's mansion sat on top of a large hill, but it was accessible to anyone who wanted to trick of treat at it. The front gate was opened, so anyone could get up to it. The house is a black and red, gothic style mansion, that was neatly decorated with pumpkins at the front porch and nothing else. Mikey felt as if he didn't need any more decorations on the house, since the looming gargoyles were enough... and it totally looked like a vampire lived there. (And of course a vampire does live there...)
Mikey's favorite Holliday is Halloween, and he always had candy for trick or treaters. Halloween night always made Mikey extra nice, no yelling at people, no hurting anyone, he just wanted to have a fun night. He waited patiently for a knock on the door, putting candy in Halloween themed bowels, and Frank would occasionally steal one or two pieces of snickers from him. But hey, it's Halloween! Mikey didn't mind.
Mikey's favorite Holliday is Halloween, and he always had candy for trick or treaters. Halloween night always made Mikey extra nice, no yelling at people, no hurting anyone, he just wanted to have a fun night. He waited patiently for a knock on the door, putting candy in Halloween themed bowels, and Frank would occasionally steal one or two pieces of snickers from him. But hey, it's Halloween! Mikey didn't mind.
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Rowen Anne Moore wrote:
Mikey Romance wrote:
Mikey's mansion sat on top of a large hill, but it was accessible to anyone who wanted to trick of treat at it. The front gate was opened, so anyone could get up to it. The house is a black and red, gothic style mansion, that was neatly decorated with pumpkins at the front porch and nothing else. Mikey felt as if he didn't need any more decorations on the house, since the looming gargoyles were enough... and it totally looked like a vampire lived there. (And of course a vampire does live there...)
Mikey's favorite Holliday is Halloween, and he always had candy for trick or treaters. Halloween night always made Mikey extra nice, no yelling at people, no hurting anyone, he just wanted to have a fun night. He waited patiently for a knock on the door, putting candy in Halloween themed bowels, and Frank would occasionally steal one or two pieces of snickers from him. But hey, it's Halloween! Mikey didn't mind.
Mikey's favorite Holliday is Halloween, and he always had candy for trick or treaters. Halloween night always made Mikey extra nice, no yelling at people, no hurting anyone, he just wanted to have a fun night. He waited patiently for a knock on the door, putting candy in Halloween themed bowels, and Frank would occasionally steal one or two pieces of snickers from him. But hey, it's Halloween! Mikey didn't mind.
(Mind if I joined in?)
((Sure!))
Rowen had some odd interests, for sure. Rowen loved cranky elderly people, she loved flirting with people who are obviously repulsed by her, she loved making people uncomfortable. Another of her odd interests was her love for the Halloween holiday. She loved this holiday because it was an excuse to be extra creepy, without people feeling the need to immediately call the police on her.
She loved dressing up, she loved making herself sick on booze and candy, she loved frightening people and being frightened, she loved making a fool of herself.
So currently, she was walking, or more so stumbling, down the leaf strewn street. She was dressed as a robber; black, long sleeved shirt, black pants that hugged her shapely legs, black sneakers, and a black bandit mask tied over her eyes, making the big, round, green orbs of her's look even more alluring and mysterious. Her bleached blonde-ish hair was left to fall around and frame her dramatically featured face, as she cared too little to mess with it in any way.
She'd just come from 'trick or treating' at the local bar, and was hankering for some sweets.
In one hand was a beige sack, with a large, thick, sharpied '$' symbol. As she walked, tinkling and tumbling sounds could be heard from her treasures within the sack. Tucked into the waist line of her black pants and pressed against her round hip was a black gun. Clenched between her plump, pillowy, some what chapped lips was half a cigarette, the strongly fumed smoke rising idly up her face and into the air.
Through half lidded eyes, she spotted what looked like the perfect Haunted House set up, as if it were straight from a movie set. This stirred her interest. As she moved closer to the large hill, she saw more and more of the detailed, gothic architecture.
How perfectly spooky, she thought with a smirk around her cigarette. She began to coordinate her stumbling up the hill towards the mansion, passing a small group of children as she did.
She twisted her striking facial features into a ghoulish scowl as she passed the children, growling like a rabid dog. They looked spooked and shuffled off quickly, which caused some raspy laughter to escape her lips as she dropped the ghoulish expression.
As she grew closer to the mansion, she removed the cigarette from her thick lips and flicked it to the ground, crushing it with the toe of her sneaker as she walked past and up to the house.
Before knocking, she took a minute to examine the gothic gargoyle watching over the property and the few pumpkins placed around.
On the porch, she could see a man in the doorway handing out candy to another girl, and she grinned a little as she approached the two.
Using her sack-free hand, she removed the black gun from her waist line and held it up.
"Hand over the candy, and no one gets hurt." She demanding in her sultry, raspy voice, a slight smirk curling one corner of her mouth.
She loved dressing up, she loved making herself sick on booze and candy, she loved frightening people and being frightened, she loved making a fool of herself.
So currently, she was walking, or more so stumbling, down the leaf strewn street. She was dressed as a robber; black, long sleeved shirt, black pants that hugged her shapely legs, black sneakers, and a black bandit mask tied over her eyes, making the big, round, green orbs of her's look even more alluring and mysterious. Her bleached blonde-ish hair was left to fall around and frame her dramatically featured face, as she cared too little to mess with it in any way.
She'd just come from 'trick or treating' at the local bar, and was hankering for some sweets.
In one hand was a beige sack, with a large, thick, sharpied '$' symbol. As she walked, tinkling and tumbling sounds could be heard from her treasures within the sack. Tucked into the waist line of her black pants and pressed against her round hip was a black gun. Clenched between her plump, pillowy, some what chapped lips was half a cigarette, the strongly fumed smoke rising idly up her face and into the air.
Through half lidded eyes, she spotted what looked like the perfect Haunted House set up, as if it were straight from a movie set. This stirred her interest. As she moved closer to the large hill, she saw more and more of the detailed, gothic architecture.
How perfectly spooky, she thought with a smirk around her cigarette. She began to coordinate her stumbling up the hill towards the mansion, passing a small group of children as she did.
She twisted her striking facial features into a ghoulish scowl as she passed the children, growling like a rabid dog. They looked spooked and shuffled off quickly, which caused some raspy laughter to escape her lips as she dropped the ghoulish expression.
As she grew closer to the mansion, she removed the cigarette from her thick lips and flicked it to the ground, crushing it with the toe of her sneaker as she walked past and up to the house.
Before knocking, she took a minute to examine the gothic gargoyle watching over the property and the few pumpkins placed around.
On the porch, she could see a man in the doorway handing out candy to another girl, and she grinned a little as she approached the two.
Using her sack-free hand, she removed the black gun from her waist line and held it up.
"Hand over the candy, and no one gets hurt." She demanding in her sultry, raspy voice, a slight smirk curling one corner of her mouth.
Mikey answered the door, and looked at the girl dressed as the robber. 'nice.' He thought. "Like your costume..." He told her, holding his bowel of candy. "Very clever."
Rowen's smirk deepend, still holding the gun out while also out stretching the hand that held the candy- or 'money' sack.
"Thanks," She purred. "No one suspects a thing, until I actually start to rob them."
She winked one of her big, round eyes from under the mask.
"But since you provided me with my treats, I won't have to pull my tricks on you." The blonde explained, before turning the black gun towards herself. She parted her plump lips and pulled the trigger, resulting in a stream of harsh smelling liquid to shoot into her mouth.
"Thanks," She purred. "No one suspects a thing, until I actually start to rob them."
She winked one of her big, round eyes from under the mask.
"But since you provided me with my treats, I won't have to pull my tricks on you." The blonde explained, before turning the black gun towards herself. She parted her plump lips and pulled the trigger, resulting in a stream of harsh smelling liquid to shoot into her mouth.
Mikey chuckled. "Any type of candy you like best?" He asked as he watched her shoot the stream of harsh smelling liquid into her mouth. The smell didn't seem to bother him, he liked the smell actually.
Rowen ran her tongue over her lips, collecting any remaining drops of the vodka. She reholstered the squirt gun into her waistline, before turning her eyes back to the man at the door.
"Anything chocolate." She answered. "I'm not a picky lady."
"Anything chocolate." She answered. "I'm not a picky lady."
Mikey nodded. "Alright." He grabbed a handful of chocolate candies, snickers, milky ways, hershey kisses, ect. "I also like your treat bag, it's also very clever. Matches your costume quite well."
"Thanks," Rowen purred again, watching as the candies were dropped into her loot bag. "Can't be a good robber without a place to stash all my newly acquired items, right?"
She shifted her weight to her left hip as she rocked back slightly, tipping her head black to peer up at the gothic house, before turning her eyes back to the man. "Some pretty spooky digs ya got here," she began, shifting her eyes back up to the gargoyles momentarily. "I bet this place is avoided like the plague on any day that isn't Halloween."
She shifted her weight to her left hip as she rocked back slightly, tipping her head black to peer up at the gothic house, before turning her eyes back to the man. "Some pretty spooky digs ya got here," she began, shifting her eyes back up to the gargoyles momentarily. "I bet this place is avoided like the plague on any day that isn't Halloween."
"Thanks." Mikey smiled at the girl. "Yeah, people don't come by here to often..." He moved his long, black hair from out of his face.
"Shame," She said, raising one of her thin, arched eyebrows under the eye mask. "Seems like the perfect place for a killer Halloween party."
She glanced behind her briefly, watching kids down on the street look at the mansion before scurrying on down the street.
"You're like... that house in every horror movie." She announced with a grin. "What's it like being that house?"
She glanced behind her briefly, watching kids down on the street look at the mansion before scurrying on down the street.
"You're like... that house in every horror movie." She announced with a grin. "What's it like being that house?"
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