"Trick or Treat, that's their calling card, that gang...horrible kids."



Cassidy “Shock” she is 13. She is the smartest one in the Trio. -POISON EXPERT-
Lily “Creep” she is 16. She and Jack have a thing. -SPY-
Jack “Godfather” he is 19. Has a thing with Liliad Also the leader of the group. -AUTO THEIF-
Mary “Bloody Mary” she is 15. She is the more innocent one, all she deals with is ‘Dealing’. -DEALER-
Phineas “Lock” he is 14. The leader of the Trio. -ARSONIST-
Atticus “Hannibal” 19. Brother to Kacandera.-HITMAN-
Kacandera “Báthory” she is 18. Sister to Atticus. -MURDER-
Danny “Barrel” is 12. The youngest, part of the Trio. -THIEF-

This group makes up Millhaven’s notorious ‘Trick or Treat gang’. They are a royal pain in the Law’s side, many of them have been to Juvenile prison, for something or other, each having a talent that they bring to the group.

It all started on Halloween; Jack was out at the graveyard defiling stones and whatnots when he met Atticus and Kacandera, Siblings. Why where they there you ask? To dump two bodies into unmarked graves, the bodies? Their parents. This was the birth of a beautiful friendship, Jack wandered over and almost got killed himself, lets say Kacandera is trigger happy. Well after a long conversation they formed the Trick or Treat gang, now Jack, Atticus, and Kacandera are the worst ones, with Murder under their belts, the rest have petty offenses such as Arson or robbery.

It’s been four years since the group became a family, and a new group is in town threatening to take over their town, ‘The Deadly Sins’ Well our favorite little group doesn’t like this Idea and decided they need to stop this other group by any means necessary. Which won’t be easy due to the fact they are the most hated people in town. Jack brings up the Idea to sneak into there hideout and off them, The Trick or Treat’s know that this won’t be easy and may have to turn to outside help, but things in the group start to tear them apart inner family fighting, and when Jack is sent to Jail it seems the Sins may have won.

Will the nastiest group around let this happen or will the stop it dead in it’s tracks, Halloween is creeping up and lord only knows what will happen to the group.




1. NO GODMODING.
2. NO PERFECT CHARACTERS every one makes mistakes.
3. Literacy is loved Be sure to have at least two paragraphs with at least three sentences in it. More is most definitely loved.
4. Even I make grammar and spelling mistakes, If you don't point out mine I won't point out yours.
5. To join PM me who you wanna be and put 'Razorblade apples, and arsenic' as the title.
6. The Thread is now open.
7. My friends have as much say as I do.
8. I’ll play Bathory (AKA Kacandera)
9. Use some form of Ooc.
10.You can change the character you want to play’s name, I am fine with that, but the ages and jobs have to stay the same…and you get to make the history up for them and everything like that. But the nickname has to stick.

CHARACTERS:

Cassidy “Shock” -open-
Lily “Creep” taken by broadway_princessxo34
Jack “Godfather” Taken by Lord Arse
Mary “Bloody Mary” -open-
Phineas “Lock” Taken by Remie
Atticus “Hannibal” Taken by Cows Go Moo
Kacandera “Báthory” Taken by Zydrate Hydrate
Danny “Barrel” -open-

Kacandera Maria LeVelle

“She keeps moet et chandon
In her pretty cabinet
let them eat cake she says
Just like Marie Antoinette”

Words that describe her almost perfectly. Or a better phrase;

“To avoid complications
She never kept the same address
In conversation
She spoke just like a baroness”

She did speak as if she were a Baroness, that, besides her lovely murderous attitude received her the nickname Bathory. She was a sweet eighteen, but she most certainly didn’t act her age or look it. Black flames cascaded down her back the curls wilder than normal, she lay sprawled across a half broken couch, her black stiletto heels kicked up on the arm of the couch one was actually on the arm the other on the area by the seat cushion. She wore a deep purple skintight long sleeved turtle neck, her legs adorned by a pair of her brother’s pinstriped dress pants, though she had to wear a belt to keep them from falling off of her.


She was a queen of sorts, a killer queen. Bathory had long since given up the horrible name Kacandera LeVelle. After the death of their /beloved/ parents, she swore off the name that connected her to /them/. Bathory happened to be the oldest female, thus putting her in charge of watching the Trio ‘Lock, Shock and Barrel.’.

She lazily yawned and opened her black lined green eyes, looking around, she took in the little broken down house they found to live in in the forest. The light sent of smoke caught her attention either Lock was setting something on fire or Jack was home. She sat up her eyes glancing around the house was decaying but the older ones tried to keep in in healthy living conditions.

Bathory sighed she wasn’t ungrateful to Jack, after all he did offer Hannibal and herself a place to stay after the murders. Though Jack and Hannibal didn’t quite get along, and Bathory didn’t like that. Hannibal was the one thing on this planet Bathory didn’t think she could live without. The LeVelle siblings were close but not in that creepy way, she looked up to her older brother like he was some sort of god anything he said would go.
He was a king.
Hannibal was all Bathory had left and if anything were to happen to him she would destroy who ever hurt him and if Hannibal should die she would shortly follow him, by her own hand.

A thin hand lifted it’s self to mess with a twirl of hair that seemed lost from the others. A pout graced her lips she wondered where in fact her brother was,

“Hannibal?” She called out, no response. “Hannibal!” she called again. She couldn’t have been sleeping for a long time…could she? You see prior to this she was taking a small cat nap, for she had had a busy day. She was put in charge of making sure the cops don't interfere with their plans, not an easy task.

Lily looked around her not expecting to anything exciting. She was sitting on her bed in her room. The whole room was black with red splattered on the wall. Her bed was also black. No one thought she was normal because she wasn't. How do you think she got the nickname 'Creep'? She was super creepy, thats why she made a good spy. Lily was really tall, about 5'10" and has long blonde hair. She always wears black and normally looks really outdated. People never get her so thats why she's a 'Creep.' She met Jack, Atticus, and Kacandera the 'Trick-or-Treat" gang and it was the first time she felt like she fit in. Jack was her favorite, she really liked him and had ever since she met him. Lily knew he had done some bad things in his life but so did she, Atticus and Kacandera. Someday they would all grow up though and their past wouldn't matter.

Lily decided she was going to go see them. She didn't like her home so she visited them often. Lily ran down the stairs and put on her hat then ran out the door before her mother saw her. Lily's mother never liked the was she dressed. All lily ever got from her was "When I was a kid people like you were losers I cant have my daughter be a looser." Then Her mom fake cry and send lily to her room. Lily smiled slammed the door and headed to Jacks place.

Holly got to his house and smiled then rung the door bell hoping someone would be home.

The sound of the door bell made her freeze in her tracks, Jack never had people ring the door bell they usually knew where the back door was, she sighed, it appeared that she was the only one home so hell she might as well answer the door and in what better fashion then with the pistol her brother kept by the door. she looked out of the peep hole first it was a girl she looked somewhat familiar so she decided to open the door.

"Hello?" she spoke the pistol still on the table closest to the door with in Bathory's reach. She didn't know what else to say, perhaps Jack would come take over being as the only civil words that Bathory knew how to speak were usually the words people heard before they died or if she was trying to make a treaty with someone. She moved her hair from her face and looked up at the woman who was a few inches taller then she was, though Bathory was not a short woman, no she was five-seven, or five-eight, a cold baroness of a smile danced across her lips.

She let her glance go passed the girl to make sure no one followed her the last thing Jack needed were people coming here that were not welcomed.

Atticus flicked open his butterfly knife, catching his reflection in the blade. As it seemed his hair was quite the opposite of his sister. While hers was long and curly, his was a short mop that hung in his face, his strands never falling past his ears. He used his free hand, to brush away his bangs, tucking them behind an ear before he closed his knife and pocketed it. No he was not Atticus nor was he Atticus Judd LeVelle. It had been a long time since he used that name. Now he was just Hannibal. And as Hannibal, he was Trick or Treat's hitman, the only other person who truly was a murderer. They were two of a kind, his sister and himself. They weren't just brother and sister but two whom formed a symbiotic relationship. It was strictly platonic, but he knew that whoever dared mess with Bathory would end up six feet under, including Jack.

At nineteen, he and Jack were the oldest and also the most powerful in terms of rank. This wasn't a bad thing per se, but for Hannibal it (and a few other things) would often lead to tension and animosity between them which was never a good thing for a crime organization. Currently Hannibal was outside of a diner near the back, bored out of his mind. Getting up, he brushed off his striped, blue dress shirt and jeans, cringing slightly. He really shouldn't be sitting on the ground. He hated getting his things dirty (well unless it was with blood). Speaking of blood, he was getting hungry. It wasn't all that late in the day, but he had the metabolism of an athlete.

"Hey Bathory, It's Lily, I mean Creep. Remeber me?" As she said that she forgot about the back door being open. She looked at Bathory and smiled wondering why she had answered the door, no one uses the front. "Oh I forgot about the back door sorry" Lily eplained to her. Bathory looked very confused. She looked around her to make sure no one was there seeing Bathorys gaze past her.

"Is Jack or Hannibal here?" Lily asked looking past Bathory into the house. She took off her hat hoping to go inside at somepoint. She took out her clock and checked the time, it was a little after noon. The air was thick and the sky was cloudy, It was her favorite kind of day. She stood there awkwardly waiting to go inside getting a bit Impatient. "Can I come in?"

Oh right Lily, Creep, might as well allow her in. Bathory moved to the side to allow Creep entrance once she was in she shut the door and locked it behind her, "No I do believe it's only us, unless Jack is hiding somewhere, and no my brother isn't here." she spoke "It's okay." she spoke with a light nod. she moved again back towards her couch that she called a throne.

She let herself plop down and let her green eyes look up to Creep, "I'm sure one of them will show up soon, if you wish to wait here feel free to." she spoke and yawned lightly. "so why are you here, what do you need to see Jack about maybe I could help instead?" with a light smirk, but she did wonder where they were, perhaps they would show up soon, Bathory never really liked being home alone.

"Um...well I just didn't want to stay home thats all." She sat down on the nearest chair. She didn't really like the way this house felt when it was empty. She sat down and looked around her not knowing what to say. Maybe Jack will be home soon.

{Sorry its short I have to go}

"Daniel Jonathan Nolan." the booming voice was accompanied with the heavy pulling of a metallic door and the bright-white corridor's light flooding his containment cell. Jack covered his eyes with his frigid and pale hand, he had gotten used to the darkness of his tiny room and the outside brightness annoyed him. His lips curled and he gleamed a smile at the guard that was minutes away from letting him out.
Prior to this, Jack or Daniel, as he had been refereed to for several months had done several things a boy his age, or anyone for that matter, shouldn't do. The county demanded weekly visits to the psychiatrist and prescription drugs; authorities were weary and never exerted much effort until something happened. Needless to say, Jack was taken in and sentenced to never see the daylight again.
It was an awkward situation, how did they come to want to release him? The answer was obvious and it irritated Jack. They were going to use him and most likely ... throw him back into prison. He suffered nights of barred and clenched teeth, broken hands, and loss of blood until he realized it might not be such a bad idea.

((a portion of an introductory posts! i'm going to be out for most of today but i'll get back to it soon. ))

Entering the diner, Hannibal could feel both the patrons as well the employees go silent, or at least quiet. While he was a rather imposing figure (standing at five feet and eleven inches), it was his "loose" (as far as everyone knew) association with Trick or Treat. The notorious gang was certainly something to be feared after all. He walked up to the bar and sat, not at all affected by his treatment. A young waitress, at least in her mid twenties walked up to him, trying to fake a smile. He was handed a menu which he went over rather quickly, having been here a few times before. Wonder if Bathory wants anything... In the end, he called back the waitress and ordered two burgers. He had a habit of ordering food in twos, but it didn't matter. This place was relatively cheap.

A short wait later and his food was ready in a styrofoam box. Paying the bill, Hannibal exited the restaurant and decided to head home, not in the mood for doing anything else. Lucky for him, the walk wasn't too long for him as he reached the forest quickly. The house was buried rather deep in the forest as to stay hidden from authority figures as well as anyone who could leak their location. You had to be secure and sometimes paranoid if you wanted to get involved with a gang. Walking through the foliage and fallen branches, Hannibal reached the back door and entered without a hitch, wondering if anyone else was home aside from maybe his sister.

The back door opened and Lily sat up quickly and look over to it hoping to see Jack come in but it was just Hannibal. He was carrying something white in his hand but Lily couldnt tell what it was. She took a deep breath and sat back. Hannibal was Bathory brother. His real name was Atticus, but unlike Lily, liked his nickname better. "Hello Hannibal" She said bluntly.

Lily looked to the door again waiting for Jack to walk in this was really odd being in his house without him here. Hopefully he hadn't gotten himself into jail again that would be really bad. "Do you know where Jack happens to be?" She asked him. "He's not in jail is he?" She looked at both of them.

The process that threw Jack back into the streets was quick, hardly worth remembering. In no time several guards had gripped him firmly by the shoulders and were escorting him out to the dull and grey streets of Millhaven. They didn't even bother to spit out any menacing words or remind him to try and be "good". They had long since given up on Jack and his inevitable demise.
Jack rubbed his shoulders as the guards closed the doors to the station. He was surrounded in silence. There were no cars or people walking the streets, the lights in the nearby homes were off and not even the piercing wind dared to disrupt the quiet.

After being wrapped up in a nauseating orange suit, his clothes were finally returned to him. As he began walking, the fur-stitched trim on his jacket's hood whipped violently against the passing breeze. Jack's translucent skin looked even more ghostly with the dark shades of clothing, slight traces of freckles had long since vanished as he got older. Jack grabbed the over-sized hood and flipped it on, his dark orange needle-straight hair was covered as the beige coloured fur hung over his eyes. The dim surroundings accentuated the unbelievable swirling blue-grey hues in his pupils. Jack shut his eyes as the wind picked up, tiny particles of worn down gravel pounded against the charcoal black of his coat.

Hands in his coat pockets & a steady pace had Jack nearing his house in no time; he had missed the family.

Lily was a bit anoyed she came here to not think about her family at home, but her mother kept popping back into her mind. She always yelled at her about everything and hated that she was part of the Trick or Treat gang. Lily's mom always said "You need normal friends Lily I dont like the ones you hang out with." Lily never listened to her though. She never could fit in with other people but here she did. Even if Bathory and Hannibal didn't like her much. Lily knew they had killed someone, so had Jack. It didn't bother her much anymore she had done some stuff herself but nothing that bad.

The confusing alleyways for the small town were known like the back of his hand, Jack was already in the brooding forest. His old and dirty shoes blended in colour with the ground and everything snapped underneath his steps. The twigs and crunching of leaves echoed through the abundance of trees and eventually died down. In the distance, there was a shabby home of great size. A silly smirk crept on his face and his eyes lit up. "I'm home."

The house being in view made Jack slow his pace and enjoy the grim surroundings.

Holly got up and walked around Jacks house while she was waiting. Hannibal and Bathory werent talking. So she walked to the other rooms of the house stopping to look out the windows in the front. It was still cloudy and foggy out so she couldn't see much. Then She went around back to see if anything was in the woods. Out in the distance she could see a boy. She hoped it was someone she knew but couldn't tell who. "Someone's out there." She said and walked back to the room where Hannibal and Bathory were.

Bathory had been busy thinking, she hadn't heard her brother come in but once Lily said hello to him she looked over a smile gracing her lips, she was about to say something when Lily came in to tell them someone was out there. Bathory's instant reaction kicked in she moved quickly and reached the main door she took the pistol and shot a look to the other two before opening the door and walking out, she could be a quick shot if she needed to be but she hoped she didn't have to be the number of dead bodies the grounds had accumulated were amazing it was all the teens and homeless people that wandered out into the forest and would never find their ways home thanks to one of the gang members.

though she instantly let the pistol fall from her hands once she saw it was Jack she, despite herself allowed herself to fling at him catching him in a tight embrace."Thank god, where were you, I thought /they/ gotcha." she spoke in a voice barely above a whisper."Damn it Jack, if the cops getcha again you dunno what will happen to the family." she said looking at him and letting him go. "Creep is here." she spoke again infroming him Lily was there.

"Hello Creep," Hannibal replied, using the same amount of courtesy as she did. He wasn't one for being polite after all. "Hell if I know where he is," he answered with a shrug. Wherever he was, wasn't a real concern of his as long as the Godfather wasn't away too long. Their gang had things to do after all, sitting still wasn't his thing. His mood lightened up at the sight of Bathory, though that was short lived since Lily alerted them of a person in the front. His first instinct was to whip out his knife, but already saw Bathory grab her gun. She was always the cautious one. He waited for the sound of either gunfire or for silence (hopefully gunfire) and for her to walk in and tell him who it was.

Lily stood up and smiled when Bathory said Jack. She looked over to the door where he was coming in. "Hey Jack." She said happily. Lily could be herself around him and she didn't worry about what he though. Jack never seemed to her like a bad person even if he'd been in jail alot. He was someone she looked up to. Everyone in the gang acted like they liked him, Lily thought they did but it didn't really matter. She wondered where he was before it wasn't like him not to be home.

Jack wrapped his arms around Bathory, a loving and brotherly-like embrace. The warmth that emitted off of her seemed to soothe his freezing hands. A familiar smell was picked up by the wind as her hair brushed the side of his face. "No one is going to be getting me." His voice was raspy and followed by a smirk. The role Jack had to take on when he was with his family was one that he enjoyed, regardless of the pressure that came with it. He felt accepted and was most grateful, even if he hardly showed it. As Bathory informed him about Creep, he scanned the darkness that had set in front of him. Slowly, Lily's figure began to take shape and was definitely a sight for sore eyes.
Jack put a hand on Bathory's shoulder and walked towards the door of his home where Lily stood. Her voice made him breathe at a more calming pattern. "Hey." He replied casually but with relief.

Lily stood in the door as jack walked over. When he got closer she stepped forward and hugged him tightly. She hadn't seen him in a while and was so happy she did. "Where were you Jack? I missed you." Lily said quietly. She forgot about everything going on in her life and just thought about Jack. He got into trouble alot and he was the leader of the gang she didn't know what they would do without him. Lily really didn't know what she would do without him.

Jack chuckled a little as Lily proclaimed that she missed him, he hugged her back and hesitated to let go. "I was ... out." He grinned, the cerulean luster was back in his eyes and the radiating arrogance had returned. He caught a glimpse of Hannibal, not bothering to engage in conversation ..or argument, Jack simply threw a wave at him.

The house was quite a mess, as usual. It didn't bother Jack so much - seeing as how this aspect made it more ... cozy. The heater must have busted again or else there wouldn't be heaps of blankets of the couches and the piercing chill, couldn't of missed that.

Jack plopped down on his orange & brown pinstriped arm chair - slowly running his palms over the worn fabric and feeling the loose threads that had multiplied over the years. "Where is everyone else?" His tone wasn't preoccupied but rather annoyed at their absence. Jack shifted in the seat, throwing his legs over the armrest - laying sideways, his signature image.

Lily smiled at Jack when he went and sat on his chair. She always wondered what was so special about it but didn't really care. She was just happy he was there. "I don't know I just got here a little while ago." Lily stated sitting on carpeted floor. She didn't really feel like moving to another chair so she just plopped down infront of jacks. Lily wondered what he was out doing and hoped it was nothing really bad.
{sorry short...dinner}

Bathory walked back in the house and instantly walked over to her brother wrapping him in a hug. "how did it go?" she asked speaking about what he was out doing, though she had to admit I didn't know what he went out to do. She nuzzled her head under his chin and looked up at him, she loved her brother a lot, and respected him, they were as close as two could be but it was platonic and everyone knew that. She smiled and let her brother go stepping back looking to the others, it was a good question where were the others.

"I don't know where they are either, I wish I did though, I would feel better if every one was here." she spoke again and let herself sit on her couch again throwing her legs across it and sat as she had before her legs over the couches arms.

((Apologies. School has gotten in the way of posting))

In the time that the two girls were out welcoming Jack back into Trick r' Treat manor, Hannibal left himself to his own devices, namely about where the others were. By others he had meant the nightmare (before christmas) trio and Bloody Mary. Sure, it wasn't really his responsibility to look after them, but considering that they were all getting gathered up here it seemed important that they'd be here.

Seeing his sister come back into the house (with Jack no less) made him forget about his tangent and hug her. "It went well enough," he replied, though felt the need to make it seem better than what he actually did. For a second, he rested his chin on her head and felt her warmth against him, a show of sibling love before letting go. "Wherever they are, they should hurry up," he said with a yawn, "I'm going to get rusty from sitting around."

Hannibal seemed to have taken the words right out his mouth, Jack completely agreed and he showed this by nodding his head. He had gotten comfortable in his chair, observing the stark surroundings and becoming familiar with the few adjustments that had been made while he was gone. "We can give them a day." It was a little off-track, but then again, so was everything else. Although Jack behaved more like a prick about 85% of the time - he felt the need for "equality" or "fairness" ... even "justice" to be an important aspect of any family.

He shifted back into the normal chair-sitting manner and reclined, viewing up at the rotting ceiling.