: Kiss or Kill : Halloween Horrors Event!

[Keara Aithne]

The injured female seated herself on the floor and if perhaps Keara wasn't so pre-occupied with her own anxieties, she might have thought her actions odd by human standards. As it was she didn't have time to react to her, as the wheel clicked its last click and came to rest on the number ten. She was beginning to suspect that Nox was angry with her and that this might be some kind of test or lesson. If she wasn't already planning to go home and pay her and Helios tribute, she'd of perhaps been more worried.

As Enver pulled Robert in closer, she looked down at the table, her eyes scanning the weapons once more that she could have used to attack him a few moments ago. She was glad to have already been using the table as support, as otherwise she wasn't sure she'd still be standing. As calm as she was about the whole situation on the surface, deep down it stung that displays of affection came so easily to others while she struggled to make even the simplest of physical connections with another. It worried her greatly that she would never be capable of such things and that fear left her feeling ashamed and not a little depressed. Enver was more than aware of her issues of course and the fact that she was willing to work on them but still, moments like this made her feel all the more unworthy of his attention.

She was so focused on her inner struggles that she didn't even see Enver's attack approach the booth and apparently neither did anyone else as after a few moments of silence, she heard Enver's voice once more. She looked up hearing him speak to see him placing a hanky over a fresh wound. She looked around for the attacker but they had fled into the crowd and while a part of her wanted to track the individual down, another part of her wanted to make sure that Enver was okay. She was about to walk over to the two men so that she could check his wound for herself but Robert was already on the case. When he told Enver to take off his shirt, she didn't look away but then neither did she stare. Physical form held no attraction to her and in moments like this that was probably a good thing. Neither she nor Enver had decided what they actually were to one another yet, so she didn't want to be seen showing undue concern in the presence of his friend.

Once Robert had dealt with the wound, having fashioned a hanky into a makeshift tourniquet, it seemed the wheel's command was still to be obeyed. The situation had not required her intervention and in the moment she had wanted to ask if he was all right, it no longer seemed appropriate to do so and so she stayed quiet and distant, observing the scene.

[Enver Marshall II]

Pratt wanted his shirt off, over a small cut over his bicep area. Enver's gaze hardened at the suggestion, but when Robert started explaining his reasoning, Enver couldn't help but think that maybe, just maybe the guy was right and knew what he was talking about. Sure, they both had their fair share of cuts and gunshot wounds, but Pratt did have the more extensive track record of the two of them. Enver shrugged, grabbed the shirt from the bottom with one hand and pulled it off over his head to let Pratt help him with the wound.

"Did you see the guy who did it? ******** was too quick for me." Enver muttered as his eyes went back to looking around the room, where they landed on Keara again. From what he could tell she hadn't been attacked and so, for the time being Enver forgot about the attacker. If it was just him, the guy could deal with it.

He had forgotten more or less about the wheel for the time being, due to the nut job with the knife, until Robert had brought it back up again. Enver brought a hand up to the back of his neck to think of an excuse. To think of a happy medium. To think of a way to not lock lips with Pratt, but the guy seemed so hell bent on it. Then, a cheeky grin rolled over his features before Enver looked back at Pratt again. "I think you were about to kiss my booboo all better." He held out his arm for Pratt, hoping that was the happy medium for the both of them to still walk away still doing what the wheel said, but most of all with Enver's masculinity still in tact. If not, he'd be stopping at the first drug store after this fiasco and buying a bottle of bleach and the strongest mouth wash they had!

[Helena Komlinov (DELETED 4910)]

A shy smile as the young girl walked into the room. Thankfully she had missed all the action before and the room seemed calmed to her. Her name was Helena. A human but living with a vampire right now. She felt spoiled in her new clothes. A nice pink camisole and a pretty baby skirt. She didn't even seen the other people until she was done swirling about. The girl was short, long story behind that thought.

Once she saw the people, she stopped and blushed heavily. "Oh, hello there." she said with a smile. "My name is Helena. Nice to meet you all." She was a lot less shy now than she had when she first came to the city. It was nice to meet new people, she thought. She then started to play with her new pink dreadlocks as she waited for them to all answer.

[Robert Pratt]

Robert too, glanced to Keara to make sure she was ok - and when he saw she was he looked back to Enver and smirked, with a small shake of his head. Him kissing the man's arm where he'd been cut would be far too easy, and it would look like Robert chickening out. Even if it were Enver's suggestion. Really, there was only one way he could retain his manhood - and that was by kissing the other guy. As backwards as that sounded.

He stepped in closer to Enver and took the man's hand, bringing it up to his lips. Gently, he kissed the back of the man's hand, noting how it was hairier than what his lips were used to kissing. Gently he kissed his way up the man's arm until planting a kiss directly on the bloodied gash, letting his tongue run along it lightly and doing his best not to ******* gag. Once his lips were properly bloodied with his friends essence, he dropped the arm and took that last step forwards so they were nose to nose and grinned. Then, before he could think, before Enver could react, before anything could happen - his arms were around the man, his eyes were scrunched tight and their lips were pressed together, smearing the blood between them both.

[Keara Aithne]

Enver held out his arm to Robert but Keara didn't actually understand why as the term 'booboo' wasn't one she was familiar with. Common sense should have told her that he was referring to the cut on his arm but her mind was far too busy processing other things to allow for that kind of rational thought. As Robert took Enver's hand Keara couldn't help but recall the events of the previous night and when Robert kissed it, she forced herself not to look away. As his kisses moved up Enver's arm, Keara grew increasingly uncomfortable and when Robert's lips met the wound, her eyes moved to the floor. It was too much and she couldn't understand how Robert could stand to have the blood of another on his lips. The idea of having vampiric blood that close to her lips made her stomach churn. If that abhorrent kind of behaviour wasn't enough to make her leave what happened next certainly was, as Keara looked back up just as Robert's lips met Enver's. In that moment, she turned from the table and without a word made her way into the crowd. She'd fulfilled her part of the agreement and come to see him and in doing so had seen far more than she wanted to. This night was now hers and she had deities to appease.

[Enver Marshall II]

Enver would have extended a hand to Helena, had he not been recently assaulted by some crazy person that took off like a bat out of hell. He did acknowledge her by nodding his head in her direction and giving a small introduction. "Enver." It wasn't much of an introduction, but the male was pretty preoccupied with getting his wound taken care of and keeping the booth up and running.

He waited for Robert to take his suggestion, only he really didn't. Robert kissed Enver's hand, something Enver didn't particularly like, no matter who it was, because it was odd as hell to kiss some guy's hand in his mind and then Robert practically started doing something over the top. It was a mix of what Enver could only describe as making out with his arm, and trying to eat it at the same time. Completely over the top for something that was just supposed to be a wham, bam, thank you 'mam sort of kiss.

"Might have to charge you ano-" Enver's words were cut off when Robert made his move. Didn't they more or less already kiss? Or rather, didn't Robert practically have his way with his arm in front of some stranger and his friend? That was good enough for Enver. He would have dodged out of the way, if he had time, but Enver hadn't had time. Soon, they were lip locked and Enver was frozen there in place, thinking on how to react. Really, there was only one way to react, which was to not act like this had been a big deal at all. He had signed up for the booth after all.

Enver only allowed the kiss to go so far. After all, Robert had only paid a small fee to kiss the guy. Once the kiss was 'broken,' Enver chuckled and shook his head again. "Trying to sweep me off my feet, Pratt?" Enver raised a hand and slapped it on the guy's shoulder, completely oblivious to the fact Keara had left, until she was long gone. At this point a frown would cross his features, Enver would excuse himself, grab his phone and text Keara thanking her for coming, hoping she enjoyed herself and would try to catch up with her later. He wasn't offended she disappeared, the place was getting crowded and he knew how she felt about crowds and wouldn't pressure her to come back or stay longer than she could. "So, you here to spin the wheel?" Enver looked back at Helena as he set his phone back on the table.