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spooky scurry
A Halloween party is just in standard Coop fashion. He's had the house decked out for weeks now, he has loads of booze and food set up near the kitchen and on the deck, and he's invited pretty much everyone he knows--and in turn, he's pretty sure they've invited everyone they know--to tonight's festivities. He's already got guests mingling downstairs, and Coop is about halfway through getting into his Halloween costume on when the lights go out.
"Oh, you gotta be fucking shitting me."
He can already hear the sounds of his guests complaining downstairs, and Coop's already prepared to go check on the breakers when he realizes that something's a little bit off. Even for a blown fuse, everything seems a little too quiet, a little too dark, and he steps closer to his window to find that every house that's normally in sight is pitch black. Even the sky looks darker than usual, like the moon and stars have decided to take a night off, and he checks his cell phone to see if he's gotten any texts about what's going on yet, only to find that the service is spotty at best.
Coop abandons the rest of the costume that's laid out on his bed and uses the flashlight app on his phone to guide himself down the stairs. He'd sparked up the fireplace when the first of the guests had shown up but it doesn't do much to light up the room. Coop turns to face his guests--the ones whose faces he can see, at least--and offers a wide smile.
"I guess it's time to improvise. Everyone up for a giant orgy, raise your hand."
[OOC: You can be arriving at the party when the lights go out, you can already be there, you can be seeking refuge from the wraiths outside... Whatever you like! If your characters have been doing something and you want to come up with a reason why they're there for later in the evening, anything will do lmfao.
"Oh, you gotta be fucking shitting me."
He can already hear the sounds of his guests complaining downstairs, and Coop's already prepared to go check on the breakers when he realizes that something's a little bit off. Even for a blown fuse, everything seems a little too quiet, a little too dark, and he steps closer to his window to find that every house that's normally in sight is pitch black. Even the sky looks darker than usual, like the moon and stars have decided to take a night off, and he checks his cell phone to see if he's gotten any texts about what's going on yet, only to find that the service is spotty at best.
Coop abandons the rest of the costume that's laid out on his bed and uses the flashlight app on his phone to guide himself down the stairs. He'd sparked up the fireplace when the first of the guests had shown up but it doesn't do much to light up the room. Coop turns to face his guests--the ones whose faces he can see, at least--and offers a wide smile.
"I guess it's time to improvise. Everyone up for a giant orgy, raise your hand."
[OOC: You can be arriving at the party when the lights go out, you can already be there, you can be seeking refuge from the wraiths outside... Whatever you like! If your characters have been doing something and you want to come up with a reason why they're there for later in the evening, anything will do lmfao.
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The mention of a battery operated CD player gets an actual laugh out of him. "Under normal circumstances, I might totally be shitting on you for that because why but considering there's a very good chance it could bring the mood back, I'll let it slide."
He claps his hands together then points out toward the deck. "Fastest way, let's get going."
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"Shut up," he says, knocking their shoulders together. "I've had it forever and I used it on my deck in San Francisco. I'd rather that thing get stolen or rained on than an iPod dock."
Coop grabs his hand and Caden follows, biting his hip and shifting a bit so he can thread their fingers together as they hit the sand. The candles on Caden's deck are still burning and he leads Coop towards them, shivering a little in the cool night air. "It's pretty spooky out here, huh?"
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A few of his guests shout at him about leaving, but he only laughs with a promise that he'd be right back and they should sit the fuck down for five minutes, and he winks at April when he catches her smirking at them from her spot on the couch.
Once they've hit the beach, heading toward the tiny, flickering lights that mark Caden's house, he releases his friend's hand and takes a few steps forward so he can step into the shorebreak. Everything's quiet, everything, and he lets out a laugh as he holds his arms out to let the breeze roll over him as he looks out at the water. "Spooky? What's spooky about it, there's nothing to be af--" He turns his head to look over his shoulder as he speaks and freezes when he sees it, a huge, shadowy figure that hovers just over and behind Caden, and his jaw drops at the sight.
"Okay. Uh, listen, buddy. Do me a favor, kind of just don't look behind you and keep walking. Just keep walking toward your place, and I'll be right behind you." The shadow jolts and lets out an earpiercing shriek, and Coop can already hear the terrified screams echoing from inside his own house. "Yeah, scratch that plan, dude. Fucking run!"
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The happy expression slips from his face at the sudden change of Coop's demeanor, and then he tells Caden not to look. Caden writes horror, and thrillers, and he knows that he shouldn't look. But still, like any character in any medium when faced with the same situation, he looks.
He barely has a chance to see anything before a shrill scream makes his ears ring, and he stumbles through the sand as he tries to get away from it. Reaching out to grab Coop's wrist as he darts forward, he heads for his back deck. Coop is right behind him, thanks to Caden's vice like grip, and they stumble onto the deck with the thing right on their heels.
The flickering candle he left there earlier steals his attention and on instinct he reaches out for it and lobs it at the creature. The flame lights it up and it vanishes like it was nothing but a shadow, and the candle flickers out when it lands in the sand.
He pulls Coop through the back door and slides it shut, fingers fumbling on the lock. "Okay, so I know my vintage boombox is awesome, but it was not worth that."