dianna d. dobbs (babyd) wrote in valesco,
@ 2012-10-24 13:45:00

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arista sykes, bertram aubrey, bess fawcett, bianca aubrey, delilah spinnet, dianna dobbs, drystan fawcett, edward pennifold, elliot alderton, ellsinore alderton, gaspard shingleton, graciela pennifold, greta catchlove, group, iwan quigley, kendall broadmoor, ludo bagman, marissa shimpling, max fancourt, michal conway lynch, nona pepper, nora peakes, octavius pepper, phoebe smethwyck, rose knightley, seth wadcock, therese bonaccord, thomas mccormack

POSTED FOR SATURDAY~ Sinners & Saints Ghost Train!

As the country side rushed by outside the window, Dianna could feel her pride grow with each passing second. She wasn't one to admit that she bragged about her achievements, but it would be a lie to think that she was not going to be boasting at how overwhelmingly amazing this event had turned out to be. The turn out had been far more than anticipated, the musicians that varied through every other cart were fantastic and livening up the mood---there were even ghosts of old conductors and passengers floating through the carts and having the time of their after-lives scaring the guests.

It was to be a fun, fantastic, frightful night. Dianna was beside herself with excitement, and she tugged her skirt down a bit and went on a search for a friendly face to interact with. Merlin, she'd really out done herself this time, she thought amusing as a cart-wide sized cobweb magically unspun to let her pass.

Dianna flipped a golden curl over her shoulder, smirking greatly. She was so brilliant.

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West + Tornadoes

mckinnons
2012-10-28 11:48 pm UTC (link)

Iwan's hands lifted up as he twisted to the music. He was quite drunk, though that was none of his doing. His teammates had told him, quite blatantly, that he was to get pissed and relaxed at this event and while he'd protested the whole way to the station and onto the train, the first few drinks had made the man-(and woman)-handling much easier to bear.

They had thought is costume was rather funny, too, but Iwan liked it. It wasn't common knowledge, but he was a bit of a bookish person, especially the classics, muggle and wizard. Though, really, no one could tell who he was until he started spouting out lines that were nearly incomprehensible in his currently intoxicated state.

"Is she a Capulet?" Iwan blurted, grabbing onto West's sleeve, blatantly pointing at a rather pretty girl across the car. His other hand went up dramatically, and he looked quite concerned---she was dressed in a Catapults jersey. "O dear account! My life is my foe's debt."

It sounded right to him, but to nearby ears it was a garble of an Irish accent attempting to be British with the slur that was brought upon by the amount of alcohol he'd taken in. Iwan blinked owlishly at West, finding that most of his weight was being dropped onto his captain.

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