it's just a thriller - (open) Mar 1, 2009 13:17:53 GMT 10
Post by lachlan thomas core . on Mar 1, 2009 13:17:53 GMT 10
lachlan thomas core
it's close midnight
something evil's lurking from the dark
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 His first year at Washington, he’d been very withdrawn in his costume and had just been a robber, wearing dark clothes and a balaclava.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.