username: Peppermint Mist
kalon name: Orpheus
mask:
explanation [500 words max]:The night air was freezing, it was as if I could feel it and yet I couldn’t. I’d been struggling to cope with these senses ever since that day. My feet lightly crunched the leaves and I turned a corner and saw the house. It was overly decorated with Halloween decorations and as I walked closer it began to reveal all of the effort the host had put into it. To the side was a small pumpkin patch and an old, crooked oak tree, its leafless branches extended over the patch and tied to the branches were sheets, presumably, they were meant to be ‘ghosts’ I chuckled. I could hear the faint thump of music as I reached the gate, the place was crowded which made my task a little more difficult. I needed to find him first. I blended right in, thank goodness this was a dress up party, I strolled down the path at a leisurely pace and stepped into the house and was immediately greeted by extremely loud sounds. The music was louder than I thought, deafening even and I stuck to the walls of the house trying to push my way through the endless crowds of people. It was a good thing that my sense of smell had been cut off, as I don’t think I could have been able to stand the stench of a large crowd. I made my way towards what looked to be the kitchen and spotted the host right away. He looked busy, dividing his time between helping his girlfriend with the constantly disappearing snacks and greeting new guests. I leant back against a wall to watch and wait, and after a while he noticed me.
“Hey! Nice mask you have there, can I get you anything?” he grinned nervously, he was obviously under a lot of stress, maybe he didn’t host that many parties.
“Thanks, I need a little help finding someone, you might know where they are.”
The host almost grimaced, but he caught it the second it came along.
“Yeah, I think I may be able to help you with that, who are you looking for?”
“Joe Hayes.”
The host grinned, “ah I know him, the class clown. The last time I saw him he was in the ‘graveyard’, which is in the back garden.”
I thanked him and made my way into the back garden, the weapon in my coat felt heavy. It wasn’t Joe’s fault what happened that day, in fact, he wasn’t even there, but then again, the apple doesn’t fall too far from the tree. To me, my mask meant vengeance, something that I’ve wanted ever since the day I passed into this purgatory. I found the mask lying around in an old pawnshop; it was easy to possess it. My life was taken away from me, my senses almost all gone and all that runs through my veins is the coldness of the night. I wanted to settle this score, and I did.
