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"You sure?" Venus asked. "No birthmark that looks suspiciously like a skull?" (Nessa…?)
"You sure?" Venus asked. "No birthmark that looks suspiciously like a skull?" (Nessa…?)
“Nope. See you in a few.”
"Fine. Nessa, sit down. Zombie, right?"
"Yes Zombie." Nessa yawned and sat in the chair letting Venus smother her face in makeup.
Ender stood at the counter watching the crowd outside. "I'm definitely going to need help…"
Blaine rolled her eyes.
"Ender. Come on. It's water, for goodness sake," she scoffed, shaking her head. "Everyone else has things they need to do."
"Okay fine…" He grumbled.
(ALL BY MY SELLLLLFFF)
(I'm HEEEEERE!)
Venus giggled, "Not much that I have to do then." She dabbed her brush in a forest green.
(Lol. I'm here, just need to figure out what to do…)
(idk invite them in?)
Ender smiled. "Next week I'm gonna be a zombie!"
Venus quickly finished Nessa and looked at Blaine. "Anything? Quickly?"
(Gtg for a bit. Baking cookies.)
(OHOHOHO NICE)
//luccckkkyyyyy
(Does it take that long to make cookies?)
(Lol, apparently.)
(KEEP THIS ON PAGE 1!!!)
(OKAY SORRY WILL DO CO CAPTAIN)
(eye roll and teasing elbow nudge)
(lol Dude ow)
(Does it take that long to make cookies?)
(Sorry! I had to leave not long after I finished, and then I wasn't able to get back on!)
Venus quickly finished Nessa and looked at Blaine. "Anything? Quickly?"
"Vamp," Blaine reminded her, nodding once. "And, yes, quickly."
Venus dusted Blaine's face and quickly painted her lips bloodred, adding a trickle of blood to her chin. She gave her inserts to put on her teeth so that they looked like fangs. "Do I need to be anything, or should I just lead?"
Blaine glanced at her reflection in the mirror and nodded her satisfaction.
"You can be whatever you want," she said, standing from her seat. "Just make sure you're ready in–" She looked at her watch, and her eyes widened as she read the time. "–two minutes! Holy crap, guys, we've gotta hurry!"
Venus painted herself to look like a skeleton. She was still a little upset that her bone mixture had been almost perfected before the incident, but this pale cream was going to have to do. Adding one last touch to her now black lips, she checked her outfit one last time - a tight black shirt, black leggings, and Converse - turned to Blaine. "I'm ready."
“Better be!” Jane yelled from the front. “This crowd is getting impatient.”
Ender took a bottle and tried to balance it on his head. Bored. He was bored.
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