[center][hr][hr][color=b3463e][h1]𝔹𝕖𝕣𝕟𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕥𝕥𝕖 𝔹𝕝𝕒𝕔𝕜𝕨𝕖𝕝𝕝[/h1][/color][hr][hr]
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[color=b3463e]Location:[/color] Outside of Gwen's house
[color=b3463e]Interacting With:[/color] [@Morose][@tatszico]
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9:00 PM, October 31st.
Chilly, with a slight fog.

Halloween night had came in full force in the small town of Sterling Heights. Kids ran around crazy collecting candy from lit up houses, teens caused trouble, and even adults got in on the fun- finding solace in parties where people got drunk and talked about work. Bernadette Blackwell found herself outside walking to her best friend's house. Without a driver's license and a ride from her parents, she wanted to show a bit of independence and do this herself. Regretting every moment. The girl clung to her self as she walked up the sidewalk, arms wrapped around her not too warm costume. Deciding to do something very basic this year, Bernie adorned herself in a black blouse and some black short shorts. A pair of cat ears sat upon her ears. Basic and cheap, something that was just fine for a night in with her friends.

Gwen had been nice enough to host tonight's get together at her house. It would just be the six friends together, and they probably would spend the night watching movies and just gossiping about things that were going on in the town. When you're in a small town like that, and you have friends who parents are in the police force- you can't get in to too much trouble. Reaching the door finally, Gwen knocked on the door with three loud thuds and two presses of the doorbell. 

[color=b3463e][i]"Hurry up Gwen, I'm cold!"[/i][/color] she called through the door, hoping that her friend was somewhat near by to get her into the house quickly. While waiting for Gwen to answer, Bernadette pulled out her cellphone and began to send a text to Yao while she waited:

[quote][b]To:[/b]Yao
[b]From:[/b] Bernadette
[i][color=gray]on ur way? pls. <3[/color][/i][/quote]

Her texting etiquette was atrocious but she got her point apart for the most part. Pressing send, she tucked the phone back into a pocket of her shorts and began pounding on the door once again. [color=b3463e][i]"Gwendolyn Georgie Westbrooooooook!"[/i][/color] her loud voice called through the door as her head fell back in distraught. It hadn't even been a minute since she first knocked on the door, but Bernie wasn't ever known to be patient.