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It's Brittany, Bitch | Ερις (eristic) wrote in paxletalelogs,

Another patron went running by her, but Eris took no notice as that was the norm. People running, screaming, fighting, bleeding, dying, all of that was the status quo for her and she would not have it any other way. No, she was made for such scenes and they for her, married perfectly together since the dawn of time. The running woman nearly hit her, and if she had, Eris would have simply shoved her away - instead, she ignored the woman and continued flipping tables in some obscene game of hide and seek with her cousin. Cups and paper plates and food and table coverings, not to mention the chairs surrounding each table, were going flying in her path of destruction.

And then security appeared. Three burly men in mock-police suits, rent-a-cops, prepared to stop this rampaging woman who was disrupting the party. One laid a hand on her arm.

"Look, lady, just calm down and come with us," he said, and Eris turned to look at him. It was obvious that he was a little scared, though he was perfectly capable of doing his job. After all, this woman was barely a third of his size, removing her from the premises would be simple enough. Then the fear blossomed, ignited like a flame and started burning through him. The grin loomed at him and he shrieked, moving backwards much to the surprise of his fellow guards. They looked from him to the woman, who was continuing towards where she thought her cousin was. And then she saw her, dressed in that same shell as before, a pink-haired woman.

"Cousin!" She said excitedly, her voice continuing to sound like a shriek or a scream, those around to hear it covering their ears. "It seems forever and yet not, doesn't it? But look at all the lovely playthings...it's almost as though we had never stopped." Her words didn't make complete sense, but she motioned to the party goers, which were, effectively, to become Chaos' and Insanity's playthings, at least for this evening. It was going to be a Halloween party that no one was going to forget.