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Post by Veronique Poulain on Oct 19, 2010 16:08:35 GMT -5
'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse; The stockings were hung by the chimney with care, In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there; The children were nestled all snug in their beds, While visions of sugar-plums danced in their heads--
Waaaait a second.... Ma'am, I think we have the wrong holiday! Damn it, we can't keep anything straight around here with all this timeskipping and going back and forth. What holiday is it? Thanksgiving? New Years?It's Halloween, ma'am!Ah, yes! Halloween! My absolute favorite! The holiday when strange fat men break into houses at night to give presents to children, and baby Jesus--That's still Christmas, ma'am.Oh. Well then... Which one is Halloween?Halloween is the day when the students all dress up and have a party and beg you for candy.Ah, that holiday! They're not going to break my chandelier again, are they?That was the last performance of Phantom, Ma'am, not Halloween.Well. Whatever this blasted holiday is, then! Just start the damn ball.--- The Great Hall has been converted into a splendid ballroom for tonight, an enormous crystal chandelier hanging over the ballroom floor. The entire room seems to glitter, almost as if by magic! Oh, wait. It is magic. There are plenty of refreshments, from candy corn and chocolate milk to wine and those fancy little finger sandwiches they serve at tea parties. A sign above the wine reads "FOR ADULTS ONLY", though gods only know if anyone will pay attention. The music seems to be bouncing between anything from waltzes to Frank Sinatra to "The Monster Mash". Rather than any sort of actual DJ, there seems to be a jukebox like contraption controlling the songs. Fifty cents, and you can add a song to the queue! The doors open at promptly eight pm, and at that time, the entire school files in...along with some other characters, who must have slipped in through some magical interference. All is well, however! After all, what's a party without a few surprises? ((Thread is completely open, meaning you can bring in ANY character, even ones that are either not approved, dead, or otherwise wouldn't normally be able to be at Dunehelden. Anything is possible on Christmas Halloween!))
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Post by Jaymie Elderton on Oct 19, 2010 16:58:39 GMT -5
Jaymie twirled into the Great Hall, resplendent in rainbow fuzzies. His costume was built from a thousand odds and ends, with cute little candy-corn-colored horns, one of those deeliebopper headbands, sparkly face paint and colorful hair glitter, multicolored claws, and little felted wings and tail. His outfit was somewhere between "muppet" and Where the Wild Things Are, including leg-warmers and a David Bowie t-shirt.
Whatever god knew what he was supposed to be was probably a little unhappy about that right now.
He dashed over to the music, wishing there was a disco ball instead of a chandelier, but it seemed to have similar special effects going on at least.
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Post by Ruth Marie Côté on Oct 19, 2010 17:23:31 GMT -5
What Ruth was wearing may or may not have been termed a "costume". It involved a black tshirt with the sleeves ripped off, some very battered-looking jeans, spiky wristbands, and a pair of large cloth-and-wire black feathered wings attached to the back of said tshirt with a combination of sewing and velcro.
She saw the giant pile of Hallowe'en candy. Then she saw the wine.
Ruth snuck over to the refreshment table and availed herself of a Snickers bar the size of her hand, wondering when someone else interesting would show up, or at least enough of a crowd.
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Vincent Hawk
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Post by Vincent Hawk on Oct 19, 2010 17:41:55 GMT -5
Vincent swept dramatically into the hall with a swirl of his long black cape, looking out at the splendidly-decorated room through the eyeholes of his white mask. He was the Phantom of the Opera again, and confident that he would play his part well. It was almost second nature to him, after all.
Vincent hummed the tune of Music of the Night under his breath as he advanced further into the room, twirling a red rose between the fingers of his right hand. Not many people were here yet at all; there was a woman he didn't recognize clad all in black, and Jaymie Elderton dressed as... what in the world was he supposed to be?
Ah well, no matter. Vincent browsed idly by the refreshment table, pondering pouring himself a glass of wine. That could wait, he decided, and opted for hot apple cider instead. Remembering the Christmas party of 2009 with a grin and a soft laugh, he sniffed the cider suspiciously and concluded that it wasn't spiked with alcohol before helping himself to it.
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Post by Blaise Park on Oct 19, 2010 17:46:46 GMT -5
Halloween was Blaise's favorite holiday, and as could be expected, he was going all out. The costume was distinctly Victorian, with a double-breasted vest in red velvet and a white high-collared shirt, tailored black slacks, and a flowing black cape lined in red satin. The crowning piece of the costume was a pair of white fangs snapped over Blaise's teeth. Between that and his make-up -- he had covered himself in white powder and outlined his eyes in red eyeliner, painted his nails black, and may or may not have borrowed dark red lipgloss from somewhere -- Blaise was confident he was going to be the most convincing vampire at the party. Which was certainly saying something, since a large percent of the guests were vampires.
Before doing anything else, Blaise dashed his way over to the jukebox. Perfect -- he was here early, so he had his pick of the songs. He emptied out several dollars in quarters and set the music to flipflop between Lady Gaga and various Korean songs. And once Blaise had deprived himself of most of his quarters -- he kept a few, just in case he decided to request another song later on -- he made his way to the refreshments.
...What adult, in their right mind, had left wine within the reach of minors? That was a reckless, irresponsible course of action, and Blaise just might have to show them the error of their ways.
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Post by Rhys Adler on Oct 19, 2010 17:52:46 GMT -5
Rhys had a pair of cheap black cat ears on his head. That was it. It was supposed to be funny, see? Fuck Hallowe'en. Regardless, he came in behind Blaise with his hands stuffed into his pockets and followed him towards the refreshments.
"Can't you at least put on somethin' it's possible to dance to without flailing around like an idiot?" he grumphed.
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Post by Joelle Rogers on Oct 19, 2010 18:21:59 GMT -5
Joelle was dressed all in black, from her pointy hat to her pointy shoes, with a long silky dress in between. Every visible inch of skin had been painted a pale green, her long dark hair fell in loose curls down her back, and a stuffed monkey perched on her shoulder; someone had sewn two feathery wings to its back.
She adjusted her hat as she poked her head into the hall, looking around. The place was gorgeous. Pity there weren't many people here yet. She saw a man in a Phantom costume over by the refreshments who couldn't possibly be anyone but Professor Hawk, along with Jaymie, and some boys and a girl she didn't recognize. She grinned and cackled under her breath as she entered the room.
"I'll get you, my pretty, and your little dog too! Haahahahaha!"
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Post by Ariel Hawk on Oct 19, 2010 18:57:51 GMT -5
Ariel had opted for a Princess Aurora costume this Halloween; a long sateen dress hugged her chest and engulfed her legs in a skirt that whispered with every movement she made. The color of the dress was hard to keep straight: Dubhiarr had earlier enchanted the fabric to change color every few seconds, pink to blue to pink to blue. Ariel could barely remember what it had originally been.
She followed Joelle eagerly into the hall, trying to hold herself like the princess she was portraying. She reached up to her tiara to make sure it was still straight and wasn't tangled too badly in her hair, looking around the room to see who she could recognize.
Her father, of course, was the man in the Phantom costume by the refreshment table; she thought she saw Jaymie, though goodness knew what he was dressed as. There were two boys she didn't know, one dressed quite convincingly as a vampire, the other wearing nothing that could be called a costume except for a pair of cheap black cat ears. The girl standing near her father, Ariel didn't know either. She waltzed in her father's general direction, humming Once Upon a Dream.
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Post by Blaise Park on Oct 19, 2010 20:19:47 GMT -5
"Aw, lighten up. It's a party! Dance, get drunk, go make out with a stranger." Blaise winked and held a glass of wine out to Rhys. "Thirsty? Wine is good for the heart, you know."
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Post by Vincent Hawk on Oct 19, 2010 20:23:11 GMT -5
"Allow me to protest," Vincent spoke up, moving to stand by the two boys and laying his hand on the wrist of the one who was holding the wine. "Despite the grievous lapse of judgment in whoever laid out these refreshments, it's in your best interests to not take advantage of it. One glass might lead to five, for all you know. Underage drinking is illegal, children." He looked sternly from one to the other.
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Post by Rhys Adler on Oct 19, 2010 21:05:21 GMT -5
Rhys raised an eyebrow at Professor Hawk. He had no desire to drink, but he just seemed so serious that it tripped his teenage anti-authority instincts.
"What legal age are we goin' for here? 'Cause I don't think France gives a damn."
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Post by Vincent Hawk on Oct 19, 2010 21:24:13 GMT -5
"It's a good thing we're not in France, then," Vincent replied calmly. He applied a slight amount of pressure to the wrist his hand was resting on, just enough to be a hint that the boy should put the wine down without having to vocalize the sentence. "I don't want anyone getting bad ideas."
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Post by Aritha Bianca Kairavi on Oct 19, 2010 21:28:15 GMT -5
One thing could certainly never be said about Aritha. One could never say she went halfway on anything. As she stepped into the Hall, Aritha was far from her norm. Her long hair, pulled back into a tall pony, was carefully crimped into long loose waves, the ends curled, and the long white-blond mass had been temporarily dyed a red-brown, nearly a mahogany color. Her long peplos was fastened at the shoulder with two bronze brooches, and of warm lavender wool. A darker purple scarf of a gauzy fabric was wrapped around her waist, and a short himation of a similar fabric but of the same color as her dress was wrapped around her shoulders, rather more like a shawl than the normal cloak. On her feet were typical Greek-style sandals, of dark tan leather.
Her eyes even were currently purple, of a shade to match the scarf around her waist. She turned and sighed. Somehow, Rudeth had ended up behind her, but that wasn’t the object of her, admittedly slight, irritation. Beside him stood a very quiet, somehow hiding-in-the-shadows young man. “Oh, you look great. Come on!”
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Post by Himmel on Oct 19, 2010 21:32:15 GMT -5
Himmel was the same thing he was every year. A vampire; complete with 1931 Dracula costume, white face paint, and those plastic vampire fangs you can find a dollar store... covering his real fangs.
He made his way down the hallway ducking behind pillars and just generally lurking, he was having way too much fun with this. He smiled as he heard voices from the Great Hall. Looking around with theatrical suspicion he leaned past the door a little bit taking in the situation.
Smiling, Himmel crept up as quietly behind their resident singing phantom as he could. When he was within arms length he pounced wrapping his arms around Vincent's throat. "VAMPIRE ATTACK!!" He yelled.
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Post by Rhys Adler on Oct 19, 2010 21:42:50 GMT -5
Rhys looked up at the Professor, confused- part of him trying to think of something coherent involving the fact that they were in Faerie and as far as he had been told there were no laws, and wasn't Hawk British or something- and the rest of him focusing on Blaise, on the hand squeezing Blaise's wrist, on the fact that that sounded very much like a threat.
The mild annoyance he'd been feeling flared, and whatever he had been going to say came out as a deep growl.
(Mine, said the cat.)
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Post by Rudeth Volkova on Oct 19, 2010 21:45:29 GMT -5
Rudeth's costume was entirely of Aritha's design, and made to match hers -- and it was remarkable well-suited for him, if he did say so himself. His hair, which had grown a fair bit longer over the summer, was pulled back at the nape of his neck, and had begun to curl slightly from the length. (The hairstyle wasn't the most accurate to the source, but Rudeth had no intention of cutting his hair so short.) He was dressed in a brown chiton which just barely reached his knees, mostly at his own insistence. Were the costume true to his source, he would probably spend the entire evening trying not to flash anyone. As it was, he was wearing a pair of shorts beneath his costume, just to be safe. A blue cape was attached to the chiton, and his hair was held back with a red headband. His sword hung at his waist to complete the outfit; he looked like a true Greek hero.
Rudeth grabbed Aramis by the arm and gently tugged him along after Aritha. "Come on, you look great," he insisted. "You should show off your costume. You don't want to hurt my girlfriend's feelings, do you?" He grinned, but though his words were light, there might have been the faintest hint of a threat buried there.
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Post by Vincent Hawk on Oct 19, 2010 21:50:17 GMT -5
Vincent couldn't hold back a yelp of pain and alarm as someone screamed in his ear, at the same time as he suddenly felt himself caught by the throat. He didn't know who it was, but he wanted them off. Vincent's body reacted before his mind had fully caught up to what was going on, and he snapped into kung-fu warrior mode.
He quickly turned his body toward his assailant, and bent his body at the same time to slide himself out of the grip. His knee came up instinctively to connect with the person's groin, and it was only then that Vincent finally got a good look at who had attacked him.
"Himmel!" he cried, rather shocked and not quite sure of what to think about all this. "That was a rather foolish thing to do, sneaking up on someone like that. I might have seriously hurt you!" More, he added mentally, knowing just how much a blow to the groin could hurt, especially for a man.
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Post by Blaise Park on Oct 19, 2010 21:54:16 GMT -5
Blaise wasn't normally smart, or responsible, or really even all that respectful. But he wasn't suicidal, and he knew that this could very quickly degenerate into something terrible if he didn't do something. And Blaise was very much in favor of not getting into deep, deep trouble.
Around the time the random blond tackled the professor -- was he... a teacher? Well, whatever -- the glass got knocked out of Blaise's hand and shattered all over the floor, and at that point, Blaise decided it was a lost cause. He grabbed Rhys by the arm and started shoving him off in the direction of the dance floor.
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Post by Rhys Adler on Oct 19, 2010 22:04:35 GMT -5
Rhys was startled by the sudden vampire attack, and moreso by Blaise; normally, in this sort of mood, someone outright shoving him in one direction or another would've been in danger of a bite, but the cognitive dissonance of the person he'd wanted to protect kind of attacking-ish him was enough to drag him out of his half-instinctual state. (Not that Blaise would be in significant danger from a bite from him in human form, but it might hurt.)
He was halfway out to the dance floor when he grabbed Blaise's cape and stopped moving for a second. There was a small, cold feeling in his stomach at the thought that he'd nearly attacked a teacher catching up to him.
"Are you fucking sure you wanna try and get me drunk, now?" He looked Blaise in the eye for a moment, then let go of the cape and sighed.
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Post by Aramis Aldin on Oct 19, 2010 22:13:14 GMT -5
Aramis glared at the two of them. If looks could kill, he'd be guilty of a double murder. It was all well and good for THEM, Rudeth was in theatre and Aritha was always in what he considered a costume. But he... looked ridiculous.
Aritha had taken one look at him a while ago, and apparently decided what he looked like and how she wanted to dress him. He felt like a doll. A stupid-looking doll. His hair, which was long enough to brush his shoulder blades, and had been braided rather elaborately, though it included the three braids that were probably distinctive to most anyone who'd ever watched a certain trio of movies. As if the pointed ears (surprisingly as good as the ones in the movies, which somewhat relieved Aramis. It meant they didn’t stick out like the normal Halloween-store fare did, or look as fake) didn't give it away.
The tunic, of a dark green that reminded him of pine and cedar trees, certainly fit Aramis well. There was delicate embroidry in gold around the neckline that ran nearly down to his navel, of vines and small flowers, and the tunic laced closed just as far, with dark brown leather. His leggings, more of a loose pants-like item than hose, were of a similar dark brown, and his boots, which laced up his leg, reached nearly to his knees, and folded over. These were darker even than his leggings, and had soles of hardened leather. How Aritha had managed to get ahold of them, and in his size, Aramis wasn’t sure.
He also wasn’t sure if he was mortified about this costume, or felt rather complimentary that Aritha had spent that much time on his costume. Admittedly, it wasn’t like the girl needed to sleep, but… did she really have to dress him like THIS?
Reluctantly, he let the two strong-arm him into the hall, letting his hair fall into his face. At least she hadn’t found him grey contacts. That would have just made this so much worse.
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Post by Himmel on Oct 19, 2010 22:21:04 GMT -5
Himmel fell to his knees, he could feel tears in his eyes. He wasn't sure whether he wanted to go ahead and cry or laugh at the fact that somebody he spoke like an old English actor was talking about warriors. He settled for falling on his back and biting his lip.
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Post by Veronique Poulain on Oct 19, 2010 22:25:28 GMT -5
Veronique was dressed from head to toe in her most elaborate clothing, an extravagant gown in rich velvet and deep red, with a high Elizabethan style collar. The entire outfit was embroidered with little black hearts. Her long hair was pulled up in an elaborate beehive hairdo and covered with scarlet ribbons.
She forged her way toward the refreshment table and picked up an entire bottle of wine, preparing to take a swing, when she caught sight of the blond on the ground. Veronique frowned. Himmel looked hurt, and no one was allowed to hurt Himmel but her.
"Himmel," she said coolly, glancing from the wibbling vampire to the other professor, "what happened here?"
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Post by Himmel on Oct 19, 2010 22:30:02 GMT -5
Himmel did his best to find his voice as he looked up at the scary would be drunk. "Pain." Was all he could manage to groan.
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Post by Diana Hawk on Oct 19, 2010 22:32:49 GMT -5
Diana wasn't sure why she let Vincent talk her into coming to these dances. Yes, the company was pleasant and the food was good, but the whole point of a dance was dancing, and dancing usually required music. And sadly, Diana was lacking in the sense generally required to appreciate music. Still, it was fun to dress up for Halloween. She was Little Red Riding Hood this year -- a somewhat ironic choice, given her wolfish tendencies.
She walked quietly into the mess hall, adjusting the basket that hung on her arm as she looked around for Vincent. It wasn't hard to find him; she smiled and headed in his direction, skirting around a pair of boys who were heading toward the dance floor. Coming closer, she noticed Himmel beside him, looking to be in a lot of pain. Concerned, she hurried over to them, her hood falling back and letting out her hair.
What happened, Vincent?[/color] she signed, looking at Himmel in confused distress.
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Post by Veronique Poulain on Oct 19, 2010 22:35:37 GMT -5
Something flashed across Veronique's face. Somewhere, deep in the dark, dark void in her chest where most might have a heart, Veronique felt...something. Something unpleasant. Himmel being hurt was not half so amusing when it wasn't by her hand.
"Vincent, what, pray tell, did you do to my underling?" She narrowed her eyes slightly, then look back at the blond on the floor. "And for god's sake, Himmel, get up out of the floor and put ice on it."
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