Halloween was a holiday Yumi didn't remember. Not because she didn't celebrate it, it was because she got so trashed, it was nothing but a blurred memory. When she heard hushed whispers about a party, she was determined to go. When she arrived, she couldn't help but frown. It wasn't like the old days where music boomed throughout the room and the spirit was light hearted. Fuck it, she was going to have a good time.
She pick pocketed a cigarette from someone and lit it quickly, walking lazily in her police outfit she had got from a costume shop. No more five finger discounts. Everything and anything was up for grabs. The costume shop had a few shufflers and she was disappointed when her other costume choice had blood and gore splattered on it.
Now, Yumi didn't really give a fuck about talking to anyone. She brushed by people, blew smoke in someone's face who was in her way and eventually found herself in front of someone rocking out some pink hair. Putting her cigarette out on the floor, she moved so she was a safe distance away from the stranger. "I like the hair." She was tempted to just leave after that statement, but instead she looked to the side before she continued. "Must have been hard to find hair dye around here."