TIMEWARP ;; FIESTA !!

[marissa]

[align=center][div style="text-align: justify; width: 45%; font-family: arial; font-size: 8pt; color:black"]It was like she was peering into a mirror that was not her own. No, instead, it was Cat's, except her reflection returned with a tragic fashion sense. But it was tragic in a way that Marissa respected, because as much as she said she didn't give a shit, even the werewolf knew that she couldn't care so little about her appearance. This person possessed some extreme level of either confidence, indifference, or both. Sometimes, a thing Marissa hated as a werewolf was how amplified her sense of smell was. If reflections were capable of having specific scents, this one definitely had a distinctive odor that Marissa pinned as almost garbage. That, combined with his trashy sweatpants, made him actual garbage. It was one thing to literally be rotting away by the second, which obviously produced unique stenches, but this guy... Was he okay?

Perhaps the majority of people would've been pissed at a guy taking five whole minutes just to select two cards, but Mari was taking the opportunity to stare dead at him (or at least his back), completely unblinking. Even when he turned against his heels to walk away, her dark brown eyes followed him for a second before she stepped forward. Now that she was in front of the notepad, she reached for the pen and grasped it between her fingers. She scanned the names inscribed, stopping when she read the last one: kat is dum. A part of Mari wanted to take the pen and cross through it, while the other half of her was childish enough to correct the spelling mistakes. The most logical part of Marissa made her lower her hand down and quickly scribble her own message in small but neat handwriting. Please send me money on Venmo. After jotting her username down, Marissa set the pen down and grabbed two cards, slipping them into the pocket of her bomber jacket. 

By one side of the pineapple (if you could even call it that), she could see some people she recognized: Marko, Alex, and the trashy version of Cat. Marissa grabbed a spare can of purple spraypaint and headed over. She stood a little distance away, looking at the freshly painted art on the pineapple. Her brows furrowed and her head tilted slightly at the drawing of the skull and flowers. "I don't know if that'll be enough to balance the edge."