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Post by lachlan thomas core . on Mar 1, 2009 13:17:53 GMT 10
  lachlan thomas coreit's close midnight
something evil's lurking from the dark
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As a child, Lachlan had always loved Halloween. He never missed a year with trick-or-treating and often planned out his costume months in advance. He couldn’t help himself. Getting to wear a costume and act like a loon excited the boy. Could you really blame him though? Who didn’t like Halloween? Honestly. Lachlan couldn’t think of anyone who wouldn’t like such a holiday. It maybe didn’t compare to Christmas, but Lachlan seemed to think it was far better then Easter and thanks-giving. Maybe even the fourth of July. Although that was a close one. Fireworks were pretty cool.
Costume finding was a little more challenging now, because there was the added layer of having to find something that involved a mask. It was a welcomed challenge though. His first year at Washington, he’d been very withdrawn in his costume and had just been a robber, wearing dark clothes and a balaclava. The next year, however, he’d been hugely ambitious and gone for bat-man. Well, not hugely ambitious, since as a dancer he was used to tight fitting clothes, but more so because there may have been ridicule. You know, the old ‘oh he’s a dancer, he’s wearing spandex.. oh he must be gay.’ Really, it just wasn’t funny anymore.
This year, he’d cheated a little. For his mask was merely just an eye-patch. Unless you counted the fake beared. Which he was sure probably didn’t count. It wasn’t as though he was going to be kicked out of the party for having insufficient costuming though. No one was that petty. Besides, he thought he looked rather good. He hadn’t really styled his costume after any particular pirate, he’d just pieced together pants, boots and a white shirt from the costume store-house. Oh, and a sword he had tucked into his belt. He had thought about a wig, but in the end decided against it, thinking the bandana he had tied over his hair was enough.
The first few buttons of the shirt were undone, showing off the young-mans chest. And the shirt was sloppily half tucked into his pants. He had even blacked out one of his teeth. Giving him the appearance of a very slovenly pirate indeed. Grinning slightly, the young man handed over his small donation, and moved further into the ‘haunted mansion’. He was always really impressed with the job the girls did on the ware-house and this year was no different. It looked truly spectacular filled with everyone in their assorted costumes.
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Post by authoress on Mar 3, 2009 9:15:50 GMT 10
Bailey was not a happy camper. No, she was definitely not. The reason for her unhappiness? She was stuck in front of a haunted house all by her damn self. That's why she was not happy. Actually, if one were to be honest, Bailey was not just unhappy. Bailey was rather pissed off to tell the truth.
She couldn't recall what it was that had gotten her to come here. She just couldn't figure out how the hell she had managed to get talked into going to this place. After all, she hated haunted houses! Hated them! It wasn't like she didn't like Halloween. It was a fun holiday with costumes, parties with food and candy. But there was a flaw in there somewhere. And that was the getting scared out of her bloody wits.
Yeah, Bailey didn't like being frightened at all. It's why she hardly ever watches scary movies and if she did, she would have to have the lights on. Always. Otherwise, she wouldn't be able to make it through. So why the hell was Bailey at this Haunted House? Why when not even her family had been able to get her to go. Simple. Because there was a party. At least, that's what they told her. Her classmates. The jerks.
Sighing, Bailey handed over her donation and proceeded to walk in. At least it was a masquerade this year. A few changes to a cloth and she made a nice female ninja! Who knew... perhaps no one would recognize her so she wouldn't thoroughly humiliate herself by screeching bloody murder.
If someone jumps out at me, they'd better brace themselves!
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Post by lachlan thomas core . on Mar 6, 2009 21:17:14 GMT 10
lachlan thomas coreit's close midnight
something evil's lurking from the dark
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Glancing around towards the entrance, Lachlan spotted someone that interested him very much so. Now, Bailey’s costume was good, but it wasn’t so good that Lachlan had no idea who she was, like some of the other costumes he saw floating around. Then again, those might have actually just been people he hadn’t met. Regardless. There was still no doubt in his mind that the girl who had just entered was one of his best friends. To be honest, he really wasn’t sure how he met Bailey, but they’d certainly grown rather close last year. A friendship he rather wanted to continue.
Smirking to himself, Lachlan watched her for a few moments. He seemed to recall that she was actually a big fat scaredy-cat. He was mildly certain that he had, in the past, exploited that fact and scared her on several occasions. In fact, she even looked rather skittish just being at the party. Lachlan chuckled slightly, shaking his head. She was probably expecting something or someone to jump out at her. Actually, with Lachlan around, that was probably a good assessment. Considering, that was the very idea he was entertaining.
Slowly, he weaved in and out of people, sneaking up on the young woman from behind. Careful not to be heard, lest his surprise attack is thwarted before he could carry out his great plan. Once he was behind her, Lachlan let out deep heavy breaths while snaking his arms around her. Lachlan picked up the girl, leaning into her ear to whisper the worf ‘boo’ in a rather sinister, un Lachlan like way.
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