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Post by demonfire on Nov 3, 2007 20:28:17 GMT -5
Just because TMA had a way of making time fly and also a way of making people forget the tradition of dressing up in costumes to disguise themselves and be someone completely different for a day. So, they had it three days later.
Large orange and black streamers were covering the pavilion in that old clichéd way of decorating Halloween Parties. Candles magically floated in the air, with some rather eccentric jack-o-lanterns decorating the entrances and perimeter. A stage magically appeared along with instruments of all kinds, and would of course play themselves.
Estrik walked up, hair cut and dyed magically to black for the night and put into a small Mohawk. A black suit covered him, as well as a navy tie around his neck. He doubted if anyone would know who he was going as unless he did or said something of the sort. Estrik whistled and got some magical punch aka red dye #9 dyed Sugarbutter. Original, wasn't it?
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Post by J-Bear! on Nov 3, 2007 20:38:35 GMT -5
Jatza waltzed into the room, a large hoop skirt hugging her thin figure. Her sleeves draped over her shoulders, and her hands were covered. Her glass slippers might give her away to anyone who paid attention. She spotted Estrik, and glided over to him, her hair up in a bun. "Hello."
Dae twirled into the room. Her white dress was smudged slightly, and ragged. She had small, fake cuts all over her face. Her hair was down and straightened, still raddish-orange with yellow tips. She went and got some punch.
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Post by Skulls And Pie on Nov 3, 2007 20:44:24 GMT -5
A figure in a white hooded cloak stalked very silently to the Hallowe'en party. He loved Hallowe'en. The hood was very long in the back, somewhat like a Grim Reaper hood. Toward the bottom, it was very tattered and torn, a black, which faded to the white that covered the rest of the soft fabric. The shadow of the hood made his face completely invisible, just black and shadowed. He wore a pair of glowing orange goggles, however, which though they didn't show his face, shone quite bright. He stood a couple of feet behind Dae before he began to stomp very loudly, making his black boots partially visible. He hovered over Dae's shoulder, hoping to at least creep her out in a stalkerish way. He was very into character of his Betobeto-san costume. He loomed, silently and patiently.OoC: I suck at describing things that I have pictures of without the post seeming to revolve around them. So for reference, here's a pic of the cloak [it's open in the pic, but not in the post]
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Post by Audrey Zee on Nov 3, 2007 21:31:52 GMT -5
Audrey's costume greatly reflected who she was and it was truly breathtaking. She wore a sky blue, jewel encrusted corset that had a point at the bottom. She also had a blue and white sparkley skirt on that flowed as she walked and went to her knees. Her legs were covered with blue tights that were slightly darker than the corset. Around her right ankle was a few sliver anklets, one of which had tiny silver bells on it that tinkled when she walked in her white low tops. She had similar bracelets around her arms and a simple silver leaf necklace. Her thick, long blond hair hung loose around her shoulders. The most amazing part of her costume was the enchanted wings attached to her back. They stood on her back as if real and flapped every once in a while. They were intricate and beautiful with more jewels and sparkling in shades of blue and white.
Audrey walked into the room to look around for people that she knew. Her bright blue eyes seemed even more blue with her costume. Not recognizing anyone, she went to the nearest wall and stood there, hoping that an acquaintance would show up.
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Post by J-Bear! on Nov 4, 2007 9:58:29 GMT -5
Dae laughed. "So now I have a stalker? You can't be Clarik, he'd probably attack me, and he'd never wear goggles." She pondered it for a moment, and decided no one she knew would wear goggles. "You must be someone either I don't know, or don't remember. I'm Dae, if it's the former, and if it's the latter, hello." She laughed.
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Post by hannah montana on Nov 4, 2007 11:27:12 GMT -5
[[this is clarik's jack-o-lantern. >D]] Clarik slowly slinked in, wearing a bright orange pimp suit and a matching pimp hat. His pimp cane was made of pure Ooma Loompa skin, complete with a giant diamond at the top. He grabbed the one looming over Dae and shoved him back, slipping his arm around Dae's shoulder with a grin to show his golden vampire-grillz. "Ay bay bay!" he called. "AY BAY BAY!!" screamed Amber from the entrance. She had on a short, frilly pink tutu and camo tights clinging to her skinny legs. Amber had on a pink tube-top with lime green stars all over it. Her black hair was fading, but up in pigtails. A pink crown topped her head, and her eyes were covered in pink and black makeup. "HALLOWEEN FOR THE WIN!"
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Post by demonfire on Nov 4, 2007 11:41:43 GMT -5
"Hello Jatza," Estrik said with a smile. The instruments started to play themselves in that ghostly-strange way. He extended his hand out towards Jazz and said in that old clichéd way so common in comedies, romances, or a combination of the two. Hollywood sure had a way of beating a dead horse, burying it, digging it back up and then beating it again.
"Epic Win!" shouted Brandon as he poofed in from nowhere, decked in a pure white mask with a long, bird-like beak, a black flowing trenchcoat, black leather gloves and a poking stick. Il Medico della Peste time! He walked up to Clarik and poked him in the forehead with his poking stick of doom. No, wait. It was just a poking stick.
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Nov 4, 2007 13:45:08 GMT -5
Eithne lurked on the outskirts of the little get together, her red-orange eyes sweeped over the small cliques that were already forming, as they always did at events, her black hair pulled up in a a bun, places exquisately on the back of her skull with two thin feathers poking into the swirling mass of hair, she was dressed in a red and black gown made to such a style it would seem picturesque of such scenes as may be present in the beautiful Victorian Age in England. Her petite hands were gloved as she stood there, in her normal circumstance of being without companion, which was as how she preffered, which made it quite odd that she was even here, but she did have quite the brilliant costume, that of a vampire. One would have to say that it was rather uncreative, but very realistic if anything, mostly because it was 100% authentic, but hey, who really cared?
A few ringlets fell over her face, but Eithne didn't seem to care, she simply placed her tophat upon her head and boredly clicked the end of her parasol on the ground, awaiting the time when the event would be over, her free hand boredly messing with the garnet chandelier choker around her neck and as she turned her head to see if 'someone' was at the party she sighed, the only real sound she had made during the entire party so far.
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Post by J-Bear! on Nov 4, 2007 14:56:01 GMT -5
Dae shook her head, laughing. "I should have known. You make a pretty hot pimp, Clarik . . ." She grinned back, "Nice grillz."
Jatza rolled her eyes. "I'm assuming you want to dance?" She said. She put her hand daintily in his, the silk gloves rustling against his skin. Her chandelier earrings sparkled in the orange glow, and her glass slippers made delicate clinking sounds on the floor. Her skirts swayed as she moved, even the slightest.
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Post by hannah montana on Nov 4, 2007 16:04:24 GMT -5
"Mmm, I know," Clarik said, completely oblivious to the fact that he had just gotten poked with a stick. "But I'm hoe-less, isn't that sad? I just started my new career tonight, care to join me?"
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Post by Skulls And Pie on Nov 4, 2007 19:17:26 GMT -5
Morbid was WAY too in character to say anything, so he just dusted himself off and walked over to the next lady to stalk. Sure, he'd get killed fo' sho' this time, but whatever. A smirk hidden on his face, he silently walked in Eithne's direction. He stayed a good five feet away, just in case, but jumped up to land loudly. "That'll get her attention," he whispered to himself. He then stared blankly at a spot right next to her. Hearing the music, he resisted with all his might to rock to the music or something. He just stood there. Staring. He hoped for some Nightmare Before Christmas, since he had NO IDEA what song this was.
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Post by Creator on Nov 4, 2007 19:28:46 GMT -5
Damon stepped quietly into the scene, though it would be hard to recognize him through his disguise. He looked exactly like Xoumian, his master teacher. He had spent a good while mastering the transformation, but it was complete. Silently, he walked along the outskirts of the party, scanning the others cautiously. He was usually fairly awkward when it came to parties, thus he made sure his disguise couldn't be penetrated, at least by the untrained eye.
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Nov 4, 2007 20:14:20 GMT -5
Eithne looked towards Morbid with a level, somewhat annoyed gaze, "And you are here... why?" she inquired, tilting her head slightly to the side with her question. She glanced towards Damon and smirked, the costume was good, but the fact that his mind was open to be glanced over was an issue, a smirk on her face as she crossed her arms, still holding her parasol and she looked at the groups of people again, as if she hadn't said anything to Morbid. She was awaiting a response, but she was rather nonchalant about it.
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Post by Creator on Nov 4, 2007 20:19:20 GMT -5
Damon noticed Eithne and smiled, but then remembered that she could read minds. Quickly, he tried to think of teacher-like things, but he realized it would be too late anyway. He started heading her way, though he merely hovered, not wanting to just push past Morbid.
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Post by demonfire on Nov 4, 2007 20:34:40 GMT -5
Estrik simply followed the rhythm of the music, just moving back and forth with Jatza. His suit didn't ruffle or make much noise compared to Jazz. He let her lean back, so that her head would look behind her, and then he pulled her back up again in that way popularized by Hollywood. Brandon seeing that the poking stick wasn't as effective as no one had huge, bloated boils on their skin, hopped up on the stage and started to sing something that had a strange, Baroque ring to it. And it was still classified as metal, so there it was a win-win deal for him. He grabbed a guitar and started playing, as the other instruments just did their thing. Walls so white When your sorrows have a name And day is dark as night There's no remorse and no redemption Close the door, can you hear the crowd is waiting For a last encore Screaming out for my attentionChanting my name
Welcome all to curtain call at the opera raging voices in my mind rise above the orchestra like a crescendo of gratitude this is my song
Like the dead I am on the other side they're howling in my head there's no remorse and no redemption hush my dear let the music fill the night and soon it's all we hear screaming out for my attention
Chanting my name Chanting my name
Welcome all to curtain call at the opera raging voices in my mind rise above the orchestra like a crescendo of gratitude
Don't wake me until it's over I... I may be dreaming away
Chanting my name Chanting my name
Welcome all to curtain call at the opera raging voices in my mind rise above the orchestra
Welcome all to curtain call at the opera raging voices in my mind rise above the orchestra
Hey, he didn't sing it half-bad.
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