[ mild drug mention within 🌿 / neon matches most of the description in his profile but he's in a band au in the hotel :> ]
( maybe he's been so far from home for the better part of the year and it's getting to him, but neon's eyes look a little ... sparkly when he watches the environment change around them. the tech is crazy enough to outmatch the staff at home, who work ass o'clock hours to make sure the seasonal decor is up in time for the next round of visitors.
he of course, has a variety of costumes handy. you will probably find him dressed as feather-covered howl jenkins pendragon because, really, what else are you supposed to do when you're an ethereal, leggy guy with long hair?
flouncing down the corridors, a well-positioned staff member in a mask, a bloody apron, and a butcher's knife hovers over him menacingly, brandishing the weapon before retreating into the shadows. )
Jesus CHRIST, ( neon swears loudly, leaping back and bumping into the person behind him. he bursts out laughing because that tends to be his reaction after having a little herbal refreshment before turning to you and helping you out. ) Fuck, sorry. Fuck - Oh my god.
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( when he gets to the haunted house, he's absolutely fucking ready, maybe after a couple of bright purple cocktails in his system (and a lot of food, don't worry about that). this one, he's been looking forward to. it's reminiscent of the bloody disaster he helped his dad greenlight at one of the parks and if it's of the same caliber, he knows it's going to be lit. )
Dude, come on, ( he says encouragingly, nudging you with a feathered arm. in the clerb, we are all fam after all. )
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[ for jasper, but honestly open to others. i mean we're all in masks so. ]
( he actually hasn't seen jas for a while, having separated after getting some drinks and going to check out other things. he's been enjoying the time they've gotten together. as much as he loves their other bandmates, he's always felt jasper's understood him on a different frequency than the others.
or whatever.
it's pretty and it's relatively dark in the masquerade ballroom. he's kind of tipsy again and is holding "bloody" glasses of bubbly (lined with strawberry syrup, of course). staggering forward, he leans over someone's shoulder (hopefully jasper's but you know), and whispers (keeping in mind that he's got a full feather mask covering half his face), ) Been looking for ya.
son of theme park ceo rocks up to the cluuub
( maybe he's been so far from home for the better part of the year and it's getting to him, but neon's eyes look a little ... sparkly when he watches the environment change around them. the tech is crazy enough to outmatch the staff at home, who work ass o'clock hours to make sure the seasonal decor is up in time for the next round of visitors.
he of course, has a variety of costumes handy. you will probably find him dressed as feather-covered howl jenkins pendragon because, really, what else are you supposed to do when you're an ethereal, leggy guy with long hair?
flouncing down the corridors, a well-positioned staff member in a mask, a bloody apron, and a butcher's knife hovers over him menacingly, brandishing the weapon before retreating into the shadows. )
Jesus CHRIST, ( neon swears loudly, leaping back and bumping into the person behind him. he bursts out laughing because that tends to be his reaction after having a little herbal refreshment before turning to you and helping you out. ) Fuck, sorry. Fuck - Oh my god.
--
( when he gets to the haunted house, he's absolutely fucking ready, maybe after a couple of bright purple cocktails in his system (and a lot of food, don't worry about that). this one, he's been looking forward to. it's reminiscent of the bloody disaster he helped his dad greenlight at one of the parks and if it's of the same caliber, he knows it's going to be lit. )
Dude, come on, ( he says encouragingly, nudging you with a feathered arm. in the clerb, we are all fam after all. )
--
[ for jasper, but honestly open to others. i mean we're all in masks so. ]
( he actually hasn't seen jas for a while, having separated after getting some drinks and going to check out other things. he's been enjoying the time they've gotten together. as much as he loves their other bandmates, he's always felt jasper's understood him on a different frequency than the others.
or whatever.
it's pretty and it's relatively dark in the masquerade ballroom. he's kind of tipsy again and is holding "bloody" glasses of bubbly (lined with strawberry syrup, of course). staggering forward, he leans over someone's shoulder (hopefully jasper's but you know), and whispers (keeping in mind that he's got a full feather mask covering half his face), ) Been looking for ya.