Drug Resistant

[Gifted]

Zoey went home and changed into the costume, getting ready for the party. She stopped and looked in the mirror, worried. What if the others didn't get it? She'd look like the most bogus person there! And what about Violet? If people didn't get her costume , they wouldn't get Violets either, nd Violet was gonna look tottally bogus, too.

Just before she went out the door, she looked back. Oh! She'd almost forgotten to take her medicine! She ran bck and pulled up her sleeve, shooting the medicine into her forearm.

What. A. Rush! The first moment of injection never ceased making her want to scream out loud. She felt her nervousness and worries dissolve. Of course people would get her costume, why was she worrying? Tonight was going to be just perfect!
Giggling, euphoric from her shot, she skipped off to the party.

[Raven]

Violet's first reaction to the injection was to sigh in relief as all her worries and fears evaporated. All the painful memories. Everything that would make her doubt the government. They knew what they were doing. They weren't trying to hurt her anymore. In fact, they were helping her. They had more than made up for everything they'd done. She smiled. It was time for the party. She scampered off to the location of the bash.

[Gifted]

Jared made it to the party ealrly, his brown eyes scanning the room nervously. He was one of the first few people here, but there was already alchohol and food out - though whether it was enough food for the expected turnout was anyones guess.
He smoothed the front of his Nazi uniform. He'd chosen it specifically because it was the most attractive costume he could think of, and he wanted to flirt with as many girls as he could tonight. Maybe he'd even get one or two or three alone. He smiled at the thought.
Suddenly a face flashed in his mind. A girl, with a curly mouse brown afro, tan skin, and green eyes. A girl he'd loved, once. A girl who he'd been torn from, by the government, a long time ago.
Heather. He felt an emotion he hadn't felt in a long time: guilt. He felt a little guilty. He was supposed to be in a relationship, and here he was going after all these girls!

Woah wait, he was feeling guilty? That wasn't supposed to happen. He put his hand into his pocket and felt the syringe.
He was such an idiot! getting up especially early to be first in line to take it, and then he was stupid enough to forget about it. Good thing he'd remembered in time for the party. The jacket was too tight to pull up his sleeve, so he just injected it into the back of his hand.
He felt a rush of happiness as his bad feelings dissolved. Why was he even thinking about Heather? Girl wasn't even attractive! He could do way better, and he was! He was free, for the first time in forever, free from his tottally plain-Jane girlfriend, free from all restrictions, all thanks to the government. Girl was probably dead, anyway. He was going to enjoy his freedom every way he could, and that included flirting with as manyy cute girls as he could find. He ducked into the bathroom and checked himself out in the mirror. Still perfectly good-looking. The ladies would love him.
This was gonna be a great party.

[Raven]

Emily had the perfect costume. She wasn't sure if it was an evil person, but hey, it was hot. She was dressed as the Egyptian Pharaoh, Cleopatra, and she was going to find Jared. He was so cute, and she just wanted to relax tonight. Relax, drink, and flirt, if not more. She smiled confidently at the door, she was beautiful. Her hair was temporarily black. She jingled with every step, her Egyptian-style jewelry making soft noise. She couldn't help her mind wandering to their conversation earlier, and imagining Jared with blond hair and blue eyes. She smiled again.

Violet looked around outside the party house for Zoey, assuming her friend had waited there for her, or wasn't there yet. She wasn't worried. Everything would go perfectly tonight. Then she saw Ashy and waved her over. Ashy looked at Violet up and down. "Your costume is wonderful, Vi," Ashy said, smiling.
Violet looked at Ashy's, and whistled. "So's yours. That's amazing," she said.
Ashy was wearing a medieval fashioned dress with long tears and smeared in fake blood. She'd also done her hair up. She grinned. "Thank you."

Ryan had been totally out of time and ideas. After he'd gotten the meds early in the morning, he had honestly fallen asleep. By the time he woke up, there was less than an hour to the party. He had brainstormed simple costume ideas for evil people and came up with one thing: the middle-eastern Osama bin Laden. He wrapped a turban around his head, put on really baggy clothing, and and called it good. He started off for the party.

[Gifted]

Zoey skipped over to the party, seeing Violet and Ashy standing outside. "Vi-la! Ashy-wa!" She waved and went over. "What're you all standing outside for? OMG Ashy, that is the bubbliest. Costume. EVER!"

[Raven]

Violet hugged her friend briefly. "We were looking for you, Zoey-la," she said.
Ashy grinned. "I know, right? I had to wake up bogusly early to get it, though. On the bright side, I'd wager I still got my meds before you." She stuck her tongue out at them playfully.

Ryan went inside, and immediately began looking for Jared.

[Gifted]

Zoey smirked. "Ah, yes, but I took my meds right before coming here... so guess who's gonna be bubblier at the end of the night?" She laughed.

Ryan! My man!" Jared laughed as he spotted Ryan in the fast-accumulating crowd. "Osama bin Laden, bro? Seriously?" He laughed

[Raven]

Ryan yawned. "I just woke up, okay? I didn't have time to think of anything cool." He sighed. "Not like it'll tear you down any. Chicks dig you..."

[Gifted]

"You better believe they do," Jared laughed. "C'mon, lets go get some drinks. Nobody cares if you're legal drinking age in Gifted town," he laughed.

[Raven]

"True dat," Ryan said, then, "Thank God."

Ashy shrugged. "That depends on how many drinks I have," she said, smirking evilly.

[Gifted]

"And how many drinks I have," Zoey laughed. "Come on,let's go in!"

Jared just laughed and grabbed himself a beer, just as the DJ turned the music on, up to blaring levels so the whole building shook.

[Sparrow]

Quent was still waiting in line at the current time and just got his medicine.
Muttering to himself 'that it was about time and they should just mail the syringes out instead of making people wait in line' he puts the syringe in his pocket and walks down a dimly lit street, heading for home.

Shade sighed for what must have been the ninetieth time that day. He is roosted in the same tree, in the same position staring down at the ground. After a moment he hears the sound of walking but doesn’t bother to look for where it is coming from. Even still he spots Kumair in his range of vision. He doesn't care though, it could be an oldstyled government agent and that still wouldn’t matter.

[Raven]

Ryan took a cup for himself. "So, do you have your hopes on any girls in particular tonight, Jared?" he asked, taking a swig.

Violet laughed. "Can we go in now? I want a beer."

[Gifted]

"Psh, you know me Ryan. As many hotties as I can is my style. I haven't met one worthy of all my attention yet," Jared smirked with a drink from his cup.

"Duh! What are you Violet, brain missing? I just said we should go inside," Zoey laughed, skipping through the doors. "I wanna go bungee jumping later," she called to her friends over the blaring music.

[Raven]

Violet sighed. "But we weren't moving," she muttered, following Zoey with Ashy at her side.

Emily was crossing the room, trying to avoid the dancers.

Ryan whistled. "Have you seen Egyptian girl? H-O-T," he spelled the word.