Isolde could live without dealing with Evas over cheerful attitude for the rest of her lifetime. If she weren't so fond of the ball of sunshine she would find some way to ditch her. As it is for the moment Eva lounges on Isoldes bed, entire body stretched across the silver sheets. Sitting next to Eva is Olivia, already looking quite fantastic in her little black skirt and red dress top. Isolde admires Olivia for how easily the other girl manages to make herself look good. It usually takes Isolde hours to even find the energy to get herself put together nicely.
"This one?" Isolde asks, holding up a teal dress. Its one of two dresses she owns, and shes fairly sure she wore it to a wedding a few years ago. Eva sticks her tongue out and Olivia shakes her head. Isolde sighs and puts it back, digging around the mess of her closet for the only other dress she has. This one isn't as modest as the teal dress. She holds it close to her and turns to face them again.
"Seriously? This one..." Olivia shoots her a thumbs up, her other hand busy holding onto her phone. Likely texting the boys and asking them when they would finally make their grand appearance. "Remind us to take you shopping when we get back," Eva comments, standing up now. She starts rummaging through the ridiculous amount of sweatpants and tank tops in Isoldes open closet. "Really?" Eva grins, holding up a pair of grey sweat pants with the words 'hot stuff' written in red on the back.
Isolde rolls her eyes and snatches the pants away. "These happened to be a joke gift okay!" Isolde defends, tossing them into a growing pile of random clothes on the floor.
"Ollie are they almost here?" Isolde asks, sighing as she faces away from her friends and pulls her shirt off, then pulls the dress over her head. Eva helpfully zips up the back while she slips out of her sweat pants and into some tights that will at least cover up a little bit of skin. "Twenty minutes is what Ryder says." Olivia replies.
That isn't exactly enough time to get as ready as she wants to be, but then again she never asked to be dragged along on this trip. She quickly applies some makeup. Nothing over the top since she knows how much its going to suck having to wipe it all off later. Then she brushes out her hair and turns to face her friends.
It didn't exactly take twenty full minutes for Max and Ryder to show at the door. They all hurry along to Maxs car, where the radio is already blaring some godawful music that she is absolutely sure Ryder picked out. She sits in the backseat, hoping to tune out the music by listening to Olivia and Eva chatter the entire way. Isolde really hates getting dragged to these things, even if sometimes they don't end up so bad. Usually Isolde ends up drunk out of her mind and waking up in strange places. Avoiding alcohol is possibly the hardest thing for Isolde to do.
Tonight its worse, that strange prickly feeling is back. Racing through her skin, making the hair on her arms stand up and a fresh sweat breaks out. She rolls down the window to try and get rid of the feeling, her body bursting into flames just beneath her skin; or so it feels like.
When they arrive the festival is already in full swing. The smell of sweat, smoke, and alcohol thick in the air. They file out of the car and towards the crowd. She distantly hears her friends talking but she tunes them out, focused in on the mass of bodies. She pushes into the crowd, veering first off towards where she suspects the source of the alcohol will be. Barely noticing that shes already lost the others in the crowd.
A young man in the crowd winks at her, eyeing her up and down - yeah, Isolde did not feel like getting hit on yet. At least not before shes nulled the feeling beneath her skin. She eventually gets her hand on a drink and spots Eva in the crowd. As she nears she spots Ryder and Olivia conversing with a stranger - probably attempting to score some drugs or something. Max is nowhere to be seen, but Isolde doesn't really worry. He always has a way of blending in with the crowd, and she has no doubts he is nearby.
"Man this place is great!" Eva shouts, over the blaring sound of the music. Isolde nods her head, offering a tentative smile as she drinks from the red plastic cup in her hand. Straight alcohol, no chaser, just what she would need to quiet the anxious energy and let her actually enjoy the party.
Max prides himself on being brave, but despite being brave any other time the only feeling he can muster up is anxiety and worry. If something goes wrong tonight it will be his fault, he is the one putting all of his friends in danger. All for his family, who claim to know best...It still feels wrong though. Knowing that he is the one taking them there. Bait - that is what his grandfather calls them. He can't remember a time when his family ever approved of him having friends outside of the Hunting community. They always claimed that no matter what it would always be a bad idea to make friends with people who don't actually know whats out there.
He sighs, getting dressed in practical clothes that won't restrict his movement too much. It might not exactly fit the party atmosphere, but at least he wouldn't completely stand out. Besides he knows for a fact that Ryder is probably going to wear a similar get up. Making it a little less obvious to anyone else.
"Maxwell, please try and be careful." Aunt Diane comments, a worried look plastered all over her expressive face. Max sighs, rubbing a hand through his hair. "I won't die on purpose, I promise." Max says, a little half grin creeping up to smother his frown.
Aunt Diane slaps his shoulder lightly, "Thats not funny young man." She scolds, bringing him in for a hug. "Are you sure you don't want us to send Brandy with you? I know shes young but she could help..." Max shakes his head to stop her right there. That would be the worst possible choice to make. He would never recover from the guilt if anything were to happen to Brandy while out on a hunt. No, he would rather do it himself without having to worry about family getting involved.
"Okay honey...you best hurry on now I'm sure your friends are waiting." She tries to smile, but Max knows her too well to believe for a second that she isn't extremely worried. Max picks his car keys up off the table. Quickly says goodbye to the rest of his family and leaves.
After picking everyone up up they make the long drive to the festival. He knows how bad this idea is, going in so under prepared. No real knowledge uncovered from their research. His only defense being his usual knife and fun combo, although his Aunt begged him to keep the gun hidden so he wouldn't end up causing a frenzy. He knew he would have to do his job without worrying his friends or causing a panic in the crowd, especially if he managed to find one he wouldn't be able to attack it right away.
As much as it disgusted him he would have to play along with this little festival, and hope to god everything turns out alright in the end.
Once there Max eyes his surroundings to see if he can find anything out of the ordinary, or any vantage spots he can use to his benefit. So far nothing is amiss, the crowd is packed with teens and young adults getting fucked up like there's no tomorrow. "Don't get lost in the crowd," he tells the others, but right off the bat he notices that Isolde ignores him in favor of making her way into the crowd. He sighs, at least she can handle herself in a fight if need be. He sticks close to Ryder, Olivia, and Eva for the first few minutes until Olivia and Ryder manage to slip out of his sight. He waits until he sees that Isolde has returned before going off on his own in the crowd.
He doesn't go too far away from them, scanning the crowd and attempting to make himself seem as appealing as possible. If he can just manage to find one then he can find a way to get it alone and hold it hostage until he figures out a better course of action for taking them down. He knows it could be incredibly dangerous, he doesn't exactly know how many are here.
He feels his cell phone buzz in his pocket.
Max makes his way to a more secluded spot, still within eyesight of his friends where he can have a moment for himself. He grabs his phone, bringing his phone out quickly.
From: Brandy "Have you found anything out yet?"
Max really doesn't feel like getting his cousin anymore involved than she is. Opting to ignore the text instead of fueling her curiosity. Shes going to be mad when she doesn't get a reply, but Max knows for a fact she will get over it.
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