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Eve: she stared at the door of the house thousands of thoughts came to mind as she cursed under her breath as the smell of alcohol lingers in the air Why.. she asked herself as she intended to stay the night FAR FAR away from the party as possible but the circumstances called her to this place Mira if your not in there I am gonna kill you personally she said as she walked through the doors wearing merely jeans and a blue sweater no costume what so ever

Devon: ''Devon didn't plan to attend the Halloween Party that is being spoken of at every corner of camp. As such, he is in casual clothing unfit for the Halloween season, wearing nothing more than a black crew neck sweatshirt, dark gray sweatpants, and his Vans high top shoes. Stumbling slightly, Devon grabs holds on to a wall to regain balance—which just so happens to be the wall of the house in which the Halloween Party is taking place. What began as a dull, blunt pain lingering in his chest area became a sharp, piercing pain. His hands tremble ever so slightly as he rummages through his Herschel backpack for his painkillers. Much to his dismay, the pill bottle is completely empty—he must have forgotten that he had taken the last of his medication. Devon grunts as he flings the empty pill bottle aside out of exasperation, unknowingly aimed towards Evelynn's feet.''

Upon further inspection, if Evelynn so pleases, the prominent information on the label reads:

"DEVON ADDARIO

TAKE ONE CAPSULE ORALLY ONCE DAILY.

DULOXETINE 60MG"

Eve: ''as she saw the bottle rolled near her she leaned down and picked it up reading the labels before turning to the man. Having some medical experience (thanks to all the time volunteering in the ward) went to the man worried'' Are you ok? she asked forgoing her own intention for murdering a mnesmoyme kid

Devon: "But, why would you care?" ''Devon mutters beneath his breath in between his groans. He steadies himself on his feet using the wall as leverage with his left hand. Devon drags himself to the child of Dionysus who is in charge of selling the red, self-refilling cups for alcohol while keeping his right hand grasped onto his abdomen region. The pace of Devon's breathing quickens and his breathing intensifies, with a thin layer of sweat forming on his forehead. Dropping two golden drachmas onto the child of Dionysus' hand, Devon takes a self-refilling red cups. With Heineken beer in mind, the drink appeared in his cup as the child of Dionysus had promised. Downing the alcohol instantaneously, he refills the cup and repeated the process, downing the second round of alcohol just as quickly as his first. "Not that my shitty, worthless life would mean anything to you," Devon adds, refilling his cup once more for the third time.''