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[ramilda ulysses-jane matsen]

"oh, it's always nice bein' drunk on bacardi!" ramilda sang out loud, and spun in circles with none other than a bottle of bacardi in her left hand. wrapped around her right arm was a jamaican imported leash attatched to the precious toy black poodle, miss keith richards. ramilda wore a leotard-like cheetah print get up made almost entirely of spandex, along with a plastic cheetah mask she'd found at a dollar store on the way up here. ramilda knew she looked super fierce for this predator vs prey party! she hoped some beautiful mexican hunter would show up and shoot her with a love (or, drunk) arrow making her his prey for the evening. what a lovely way to meet; in a haunted cave drunk on bacarrrday.
ramilda stopped spinning and started dancing, or had she been dancing the whole time? some people think i'm bonkers... she heard from the speakers... what speakers? they were in a fucking cave! this was so splendid! ramilda was here, freezing her tushy off in sexy cheetah spandex with all of her gorgeous, tan classmates in a fucking cave! cheers to that! ramilda leaned over and kissed the cheek of whoever was standing next to her. "isn't this muy bueno?" she asked them but turned around and started dancing again before waiting for a proper response. sheesh, she got tired quick.
ramilda spotted a rock sticking out the side of the cave that she could lean up against as a seat. she headed over and crashed back onto it, scooping keith richards up as she did. she snuggled the pooch's little black curls in her face as she whispered to her, "let's go ghost hunting already, fuckwads. stop feeling eachothers' num nums and get to what's really important." ramilda looked up at her horn dog classmates. "natives!" she screamed and pointed to the darkness at one end of the cave, wondering if anyone would even be able to hear her over all of that snappy house music.

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[zaryn kate oliver]

a party in a cave. who would've guessed? the people at bouscher really were insane. zaryn kate oliver rolled her eyes as she came up to the mouth of the cave. "oh, it's always nice bein' drunk on bacardi!" someone was singing. zee recognized the drunken voice before she even saw the singer. ramilda matsen, one of the three 'cheetah girls' at bouscher academy of the arts. the cheetahs -- ramilda, eulaline, and kennis -- were the popular 'it' girls of second year, and they constantly wore spotted clothing and blared the cheetah girls from their dorms. it was rather tiring, but zaryn was on half-good terms with all three of them, so she didn't say anything.

currently, ramilda matsen was wearing a spandex cheetah print leotard and a plastic cheetah mask, and of course a leash attaching her to her little toy poodle. zaryn raised her eyebrows as she stood in the entrance of the cave, examining the people around her. kids of all ages from bouscher, some that she recognized, some that she didn't. the more drunken teens were dancing, there were couples making out in every nook and cranny of the cave, and the rest of the people were just mingling with beers in hand. ugh. beer. just the scent of it made zaryn's stomach turn.

she wandered around the cave once, smiling and saying hello to the people who did the same to her. when she returned to the cave mouth, she was seriously contemplating leaving. because nothing interesting was going on, and she wasn't even wearing animal print! the cheetahs would not be happy with her. she might as well make her escape before --

"natives!" the scream startled her, and she looked around to see ramilda again, sitting on a rock and pointing into the darkened other end of the cave. zee frowned in that general direction. only bouscher students, as far as she could tell. did natives even still live on the island?

well, at least this was making for some sort of interesting drama. zee headed over to ramilda's rock and sat down. "natives, huh? i think i'm the only one who heard you."

word count; three sixty two
wearing; this
muse; tennessee line, daughtry
notes; partay time!!!

[kennis brielle duffy]

Fashionably late as always, Kennis arrived at the cave, red hair pulled back in a loose braid and flowing cheetah print tank top over her shoulders. It’d be garish not to wear some type of pants with the outfit and so she had selected a pair of black booty shorts and matching black ankle high boots. There was a boy in all black with a black bear mask on passing out varies alchoholic bottles.“Gotta wear a mask to drink,” he spoke tauntingly, holding a beer tantalizingly close-- but ultimately out of Kennis’ reach. She let her eyes roll skywards before looking into her party tote, she extracted a cat mask that would cover only the upper half of her face

“You’re such a stickler for rules,” they both laughed at this, though Kennis had no idea if there was any validity to the statement, she had no idea who was under there. A hint would be that he was passing beers out to kids as young as sixteen, but who was she to judge. The spirit of a party is like a peacock, you gotta let it soar. These pleasantries were cut short by a passionate cry.
”NATIVES!” Kennis spun on her heel and saw darling Bubbles on top of a rock pointing to the depths of the cave.

She took in a deep breath before letting out a high pitched scream. “They’re coming this way!” she shrieked and waved her hands in the air, sending beer foam onto a few unfortunate bystanders before she dashed off to another part of the cave.

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[carolyne]

carolyne livingston had been to nearly every type of party imaginable, from the ever-energetic birthday bash at some cheap laser tag joint, to the extravagant role-play dinners held around halloween time. but never in her young existence had the girl found herself darting off to a cave for a proper good time with drinks and music--and her loverly friends, of course.

naturally, she'd gotten down there a bit late, and people were already dancing about while music blared and bounced from craggy, ashen walls. she straightened the fox mask over her head in an excited fashion…it was large and bulky--the sort one might find as the skull of some highschool mascot. but carolyne--who didn't even remember where in the world in she'd gotten it from--rather loved the thing in all its glorious ferocity. the eye slits were just large enough for her to comfortably peer through, and the pointed, ginger-coloured ears had the wonderful habit of flopping this way and that if she moved with enough velocity. her body was practically dwarfed by the mask, but otherwise, she'd chosen to don a pair of short shorts (in the brilliant shade of fluorescent orange), and a skin-tight undershirt that was peppered with red and orange polkadots.

she grinned to herself underneath the enormous mask, and slinked into the crowd that she might scout out the kid passing out the liquor. she'd find some way to drink it without having to pull off the mask for every sip. she'd always been quite creative when things came down to alcohol.

"oi, bear dude. hit a fox up with some'a that booze, yeah?" she half-shouted over the din of the music, and grinned to herself as the request was granted. "brilllll," she purred while meandering off to explore the depths of the cave with her drink.

the first thing to catch her eye was a dazzling array of cheetah print, and so, naturally, carolyne took a running leap forward and collapsed down on the flat rock beside one of her best mates--and keith richards, the fabulous little poodle, of course. "greoooooor!" she shouted from underneath the massive fox head, having just heard the girl mention something about natives in the form of an excitable shout. "where are they? where? i want me some'a that action, milly!" her arms shot out to cling to ramilda as though there were magnets embedded somewhere beneath their skin…it was the kind of greeting she was always giving, regardless of the circumstance.

a laugh escaped her throat as she heard a responding exclamation. kennis was here, as well, and was plainly eager to play on the whole idea of natives.

"kennnnnnny!" carolyne shouted, "come here baby girlll, i wants a hug from youuu!"

she was feeling loud and restless and overwhelmingly excited. and this wasn't even carolyne drunk.

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TAGGED FOR predator vs prey party
LOCATION sherwood
WORD COUNT 462
NOTES xD hope this works ahaha
CREDIT template crafted by elle, lyrics used courtesy of ladyhawke

[kitty]

Her stepmother had been absolutely ecstatic. In fact, that thick mop of auburn hair practically fizzled with excitement the moment Kitty had told her that she planned on using that strange old mask perched on the townhouse's wall.
It had been there for quite some time - a symbol of a woman who'd once been the life of the party - someone who'd gone terribly to seed the moment she'd started work at that club off main street.
Kitty smiled her sly grin and weighed the mask in her skinny, porcelain palms. She tested it's bulk and took in that expensive gilded front, the trail of colored jewels outlining it's edges. The slits for eyeholes, the sharp ridge that would run over the bridge of her nose. It was perfect. A grinning cat's face soaked in luxury and mischief.
"Thanks, Di." She purred, carefully securing it before pecking the middle aged woman on the cheek.

Kitty quickly bounded off the front porch and took the brief walk up from the residential areas towards the looming forest several feet away. She couldn't quite believe she was attending a party in a cave. It seemed disturbingly low-class and not quite sanitary, but she figured if it would give her something to do, it was worth it.
Sweeping the vibrant hair from her faux blue eyes, the young transgender made her way up to the mouth of the cave and delicately placed the mask on her alabaster face before sweeping into the party. Her gaze roved across those attending and she realized quite disappointedly that this is what she got for not bothering to interact with many people in her time at Bouscher.

Kitty moved her way across the granite space; thick, shining stilettos clicking loudly on the naturally rough surface. She eyed her companions coldly, figuring them all to be rowdy underclassmen with the way they were behaving. You'd have thought they'd never been allowed to drink before! She rolled her eyes as one girl just missed sloshing beer foam onto her brand new designer dress. Kitty scowled and ran a hand absentmindedly down her matching white leopard print leggings.
"God, what the fuck…." She huffed, approaching a man sporting a bear mask.
"Strongest thing you got, Honey."

Though busily involved in a conversation involving "tapping" someone, he handed her a bottle and she inched away from him, disturbed. Hoping to God things got more exciting than shrieking girls she didn't know and someone shouting nonsense about natives, Kitty meandered over to a fallen boulder and leaned dismissively against it, practically sparkling with a desire to do something more interesting.

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