Alice giggled with glee as she ran through the camp and to the forest for her big idea tonight. Alucard had left her(the butt face) and she was in a surprisingly good mood by it all. The daughter of Mania had spent the whole day getting everything ready for the night. And, thanks to Chirons help, she managed to get everything ready and not break the banks. Black lights were hung from tree branches and food was sprawled out on a buffet along with several different types of drinks. She may not have had the greatest sense of things but when it came to crazy and parties Alice knew just what to do. The Maniae flew about carrying objects here and there and helping tie the high things in the trees. After stepping back a little ways she had to admit; the place looked killer
the blonde had been to a few raves before in the UK but none of them could compare to this. Nothing was ever on this big of a scale and she certainly looked the part. With her hair straightened and fake colored she looked nothing like Alice Little, she had even out in her fake gauges. Instead she felt like herself back home when she would sneak out to go hang with the ravers in the abandoned buildings and subways of the UK. She ran a hand through her now purple hair and giggled to herself. As the sun began to dip lower and lower in the night she decided on giving the camp a wake up call, UK Style. A loud blaring sounded as she turned on the speakers and flicked on the lights, giving the forest a totally different look. As the music grew louder Alice couldn't wait for the others. Getting too excited she pulled out a cigarette and lit it, having the first smoke in almost six years. Waiting for the other campers, Alice took the liberty of breaking in her old dance moves. She spun and danced to the beat, kicking up dust and loving every second of it.
the blonde had been to a few raves before in the UK but none of them could compare to this. Nothing was ever on this big of a scale and she certainly looked the part. With her hair straightened and fake colored she looked nothing like Alice Little, she had even out in her fake gauges. Instead she felt like herself back home when she would sneak out to go hang with the ravers in the abandoned buildings and subways of the UK. She ran a hand through her now purple hair and giggled to herself. As the sun began to dip lower and lower in the night she decided on giving the camp a wake up call, UK Style. A loud blaring sounded as she turned on the speakers and flicked on the lights, giving the forest a totally different look. As the music grew louder Alice couldn't wait for the others. Getting too excited she pulled out a cigarette and lit it, having the first smoke in almost six years. Waiting for the other campers, Alice took the liberty of breaking in her old dance moves. She spun and danced to the beat, kicking up dust and loving every second of it.