<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/b/bb/Tumblr_nw6ns6a6Ju1rygoy3o1_1280.jpg)</div><strong>Name: </strong>Phoebe Jeebies<br/><strong>Monster: </strong>Arachne<br/><strong>Age: </strong>18<br/><strong>Day and Time:</strong>Week 1 Monday Morning<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Creepateria<br/><strong>Tag:</strong>Damon, Open<br/><hr/><br/>"Party at your place?" There she was, hands on her hips, arms crossed, a finger thoughtfully to her fang, and also texting the good news. This was one student who didn't shy from the long shadows of imperious demon wings, and in fact seemed to prefer it there, under a shroud of gloom. The kind of girl who owned a parasol. "Sounds pandemonium. Everyone says demon parties are the craziest, loudest, dirtiest parties around." She'd peeled off from her clique- and they were a clique, watching her and him now with kohl-eyed sneers that promised everything but gave nothing. Would they show up? Didn't they have something better to do, like washing their hair in buoyant, breezy, amazonian magic?<br/><br/>"Not the kind of place ghouls like us should go without chauffeur." It didn't matter what Damon was planning, not really. Phoebe Jeebies never bothered to ask. What was important was that no matter what she and her friends showed up to do, it would be someone else's mess, in someone else's dorm, and come morning, they could all just disappear and leave some boy's life rolled over in the ditch. She smiled with all her eyes. "But if you don't have somebody making snacks and picking out music, maybe we could bring something by."<br/><br/>It must have come across as lame, the sort of cultured torture a teenage boy needed to endure just to get laid. This was a girl enrolled in classical song with Opretta and the sirens, by all accounts a well-mannered, obedient, daylight-fearing monster. Not yet common knowledge was that the hitch in her shoulder that had her shrugging a spaghetti bra strap was put there lugging the grungiest, the raunchiest, the most Ed Roth scream queen backup guitar round secret gigs and backyard venues. "What time?"