[@Bright_Ops][@KatherinWinter]

As the trumpets blared, signaling the last wedding, Pheonix's mouth formed into an intimidating smirk. [color=ed1c24]"That's my cue..."[/color] she muttered to herself, before exiting the main chapel. She had been told that it wouldn't be in the big chapel, but rather one behind it. She had been told that the one it was happening because it better fit the groom, whatever that meant. 

So she exited through the big double doors and went around the side, walking all the way behind it. There, she did, indeed, find a smaller building. She made sure she had her backpack on, straightened up her red flannel (which she had put on while she was waiting for her wedding, but was also the only change she made, leaving her the only bride without a dress), and entered. Pheonix almost laughed when she entered to see that her half was completely empty, leaving only the groom's half. She quickly removed her backpack, unzipped it, and pulled out a Polaroid camera. She suddenly snapped a picture of it all, taking out the polaroid, shaking it, and putting it and her camera back into her backpack. [i]Glass Half Empty[/i] is what she'd call it. Then she swung the backpack over her shoulders again, she started down the aisle, her Chuck Taylor high tops making an inelegant [i]Plat[/i] with every step, squeaking every other one. 

Then, as she walked down the aisle, Pheonix got a closer look at the groom's friends and family. They definitely were not human. They appeared to all be different sorts of ghosts and ghouls. Pheonix's smirk grew. [i][color=ed1c24]Sweet...[/color][/i] she thought, before getting to the front where her future husband was waiting. She grinned as she finally laid her eyes on him. [color=ed1c24]"You look badass."[/color] she said. [color=ed1c24]"Can you decapitate yourself and quote Hamlet?"[/color]