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SPOOKY // HALLOWEEN PARTY AU - GABRIEL - 10-29-2018
[align=center][div style="width: 500px; text-align: justify; font-size: 9.4pt; line-height: 1.4;"]Halloween was his holiday. Had been since he was a kid, and he'd always been the creator of his own costumes, which meant that in the beginning, they needed some...help, but after more years than he wanted to count of laboring over outfits, he was certainly better than any of the shit in the stores. This year, he'd gone for the Pumpkin King, clad in a dark leather cape cinched at the waist with a high collar well-over his head, knee-high silver boots over orange and black pants, an orange buttoned tunic over a long-sleeve black shirt, and two more belts across his hips than absolutely necessary. The pumpkin head wasn't actually a pumpkin -no way in hell would he wear one for an extended amount of time- but he'd managed to give the surface enough detail and careful paint that it better resembled the real deal than some of the plastic shit out there. He wouldn't put that on his head either.
Of course, Halloween wasn't limited to costumes. There was the candy, the food, the decorations, the music- though Dia de los Muertos was also technically beginning, Gabe had to have this day for Halloween. His two storied home became the neighborhood's official and unofficial Halloween headquarters. The lawn was covered in pumpkin heads carved with various expressions, in their mouths fake limbs, bones, and spiders, along with several mannequins whose heads were replaced with pumpkins, bloodied organs in their hands where he had them posed at a table. In front of them were plates heaped with fake insects and eyeballs. On the roof of the porch sat a large spider, head a pumpkin carved to resemble an arachnid with bared fangs. In its web was a mannequin rolled tightly, the white silk bearing two red splotches where the spider's teeth had been.
In the windows he had hands pressing at the glass, some with bloody trails in their wake as though they slid down. Twined through the rails of the porch were long strips of fake intestines, where he'd also perched a few giant rats in poses of gnawing on the entrails. He'd hidden a pressure plate at the doormat that would trigger arms attached to the door frame, which would shoot up from their flat position as though to grab whoever arrived. The doorbell was changed to a horrific wail, and from under the door, fog spilled, the steady thump of music able to be felt.
The decor within relied on low lighting and the eerie cast of shadows by various spinning objects strung from the ceiling. The walls were covered in cobwebs, and along the floor were bloody footprints. The entry way was entirely foggy, but he didn't want to suffocate his guests, so the rest of the house was mostly free of the thick fog. He replaced it with spooky ambient sounds that would play at random intervals in different rooms, along with the roomba he'd dressed as a spider that was skittering around. There was plenty of seating arranged, some with skeletons attached to the back of chairs. A few were mechanized and would scream at whoever sat there. Gabe couldn't remember which ones.
In the kitchen, Gabe was fixing up some of the food spread, which comprised of stuffed pizza skulls, a cake in the shape of a brain with bits of jello filling the wrinkles, cookies in the shapes of severed fingers, dulce de leche topped cupcakes with chocolate spiders perched on top, beef and bean tostadas drizzled with sauce in a jack-o-lantern shape, and tamales whose husks he'd colored black and orange.
Yeah, Halloween was his holiday.
Re: SPOOKY // HALLOWEEN PARTY AU - MOONMADE - 10-29-2018
[size=9pt]Moon is well acquainted with locks and picking them. He and doors that don't want to be opened go way back. It'd been something he'd learned out of necessity, for when they were running low on ramen and the local convenience store was too broke to install security cameras. These days, the paychecks were steady enough to keep him afloat, so Benny's stayed unrobbed and Moon's record stayed clean. But there was nothing like the satisfaction that came with hearing the door click open when you get the angle just right, and petty crime died hard, so who else to practice it on but the old sap that lived next door?
He didn't think Gabe gave a shit, anyway. The guy had mysterious ex-military badass vibes enough to have Moon drawn and slaughtered by now, if he really did.
The oh-so-sweet click sounds out and the door swings open, and Moon, ecstatic, calls, "Honey, I'm home!" Through the hall he skips, pointedly avoiding the gorey decorations surrounding him - because Gabe is disturbingly good at making that shit look real and it kind of turns his sotmach - and walks into the kitchen singing the monster mash. "What's cookin'," He begins, and then realizes where the sentences is going to leave him and manages to stop himself in perfect time. But he's so close to calling Gabe good lookin' he's sure to lose sleep over it for at least the next two weeks. It takes him a moment to come up with a replacement. "Pumpkin...in'."
He moves on to a cupcake at lightning speed. It looks pretty fucking delicious, and seeing it makes him realize just how hungry he is. His mouth waters when he lifts it, watches it moves towards him, ridiculously excited to taste the weird shit on top-- and then it collides with his helmet.
Oh yeah. He's wearing a costume. Costume said generously, because, really, what Moon had assembled could only be described as unfortunate. Clad in an all grey onesie and massive white rain boots, he looked like a 6 year old ready for their first sleepover. The only thing that gave it away was the massive, fully glass fishbowl that he wore over his head. A helmet. He was an Astronaut. Except, given the hot glue with which he'd attached the fishbowl to his onesie, it was looking like he was an astronaut who'd sooner starve to death than discover any life on Mars.
The icing is smushed into the fishbowl where the cupcake had met its maker. He stares at the sugary mess in his hand, lips tilted downwards. It takes him a moment to begrudgingly admit, "Didn't really think this through."
He didn't think Gabe gave a shit, anyway. The guy had mysterious ex-military badass vibes enough to have Moon drawn and slaughtered by now, if he really did.
The oh-so-sweet click sounds out and the door swings open, and Moon, ecstatic, calls, "Honey, I'm home!" Through the hall he skips, pointedly avoiding the gorey decorations surrounding him - because Gabe is disturbingly good at making that shit look real and it kind of turns his sotmach - and walks into the kitchen singing the monster mash. "What's cookin'," He begins, and then realizes where the sentences is going to leave him and manages to stop himself in perfect time. But he's so close to calling Gabe good lookin' he's sure to lose sleep over it for at least the next two weeks. It takes him a moment to come up with a replacement. "Pumpkin...in'."
He moves on to a cupcake at lightning speed. It looks pretty fucking delicious, and seeing it makes him realize just how hungry he is. His mouth waters when he lifts it, watches it moves towards him, ridiculously excited to taste the weird shit on top-- and then it collides with his helmet.
Oh yeah. He's wearing a costume. Costume said generously, because, really, what Moon had assembled could only be described as unfortunate. Clad in an all grey onesie and massive white rain boots, he looked like a 6 year old ready for their first sleepover. The only thing that gave it away was the massive, fully glass fishbowl that he wore over his head. A helmet. He was an Astronaut. Except, given the hot glue with which he'd attached the fishbowl to his onesie, it was looking like he was an astronaut who'd sooner starve to death than discover any life on Mars.
The icing is smushed into the fishbowl where the cupcake had met its maker. He stares at the sugary mess in his hand, lips tilted downwards. It takes him a moment to begrudgingly admit, "Didn't really think this through."
Re: SPOOKY // HALLOWEEN PARTY AU - MIAMIHORROR - 10-30-2018
His finger's touch upon the doorbell is met with a scream, eliciting from Miami only a faint furrow of his brow and tilt of his head. He's already been greeted by the pair-of-fake-arms scare and at this point he looks only half-interested; that said, whoever's house he's at, they really went all out — and no, he isn't actually all that sure of who's supposed to be here. He'd gotten the details from someone and figured he'd tag along. The only better thing he had to do was scaring the neighborhood kids, but he wasn't the type to miss a party. He peers past to the thick layer of fog that rapidly spills out of a crack in the doorway and notices rather belatedly that it's been left open by whoever entered before. Miami doesn't need any more of a personal summons to invite himself in, dodging cobwebs and whatever was hanging in the low light towards the sound of voices.
He's wearing one of his older mechanic suits from the shop, adorned with a haphazard mix of dirt, oil, and blood stains (some of it's fake, but he likes to keep people guessing as to how much is part of the costume — that's the fun of Halloween, after all). There's a machete slung just a little too carelessly through one of his belt loops, and tufts of messy bleach-blonde hair stick up through the holes of the hockey mask that he's pushed up above his head in order to better see. Miami loves all of those classic horror franchises — Saw, Halloween, Nightmare on Elm Street, Texas Chainsaw Massacre — but Friday the 13th is his favorite. He's secretly excited to go home later that night and watch as many as he can stay awake through with his rottweiler; they're the perfect balance of cheesy and gory, and besides, he thinks he makes a pretty good last-minute Jason Voorhees.
Upon reaching the kitchen Miami helps himself to a cookie first, leaning back against the counter while crossing one arm across his chest and carelessly munching away with the other hand. He licks a finger clean as his cool blue gaze slides in Moon's direction and flickers between the icing-smeared fishbowl and equally-messy hands. There's a tiny smirk that pulls as his lips as the male tosses a couple napkins the other's way and teases in a mild, measured tone, "Nice try, space cadet." Miami's attention then drifts over to Gabe as the spider-roomba hums past. "Sweet setup," he adds now, eyeing the food hungrily once more before turning back to the man with a slight squint, "What're you, the headless horseman?"
He's wearing one of his older mechanic suits from the shop, adorned with a haphazard mix of dirt, oil, and blood stains (some of it's fake, but he likes to keep people guessing as to how much is part of the costume — that's the fun of Halloween, after all). There's a machete slung just a little too carelessly through one of his belt loops, and tufts of messy bleach-blonde hair stick up through the holes of the hockey mask that he's pushed up above his head in order to better see. Miami loves all of those classic horror franchises — Saw, Halloween, Nightmare on Elm Street, Texas Chainsaw Massacre — but Friday the 13th is his favorite. He's secretly excited to go home later that night and watch as many as he can stay awake through with his rottweiler; they're the perfect balance of cheesy and gory, and besides, he thinks he makes a pretty good last-minute Jason Voorhees.
Upon reaching the kitchen Miami helps himself to a cookie first, leaning back against the counter while crossing one arm across his chest and carelessly munching away with the other hand. He licks a finger clean as his cool blue gaze slides in Moon's direction and flickers between the icing-smeared fishbowl and equally-messy hands. There's a tiny smirk that pulls as his lips as the male tosses a couple napkins the other's way and teases in a mild, measured tone, "Nice try, space cadet." Miami's attention then drifts over to Gabe as the spider-roomba hums past. "Sweet setup," he adds now, eyeing the food hungrily once more before turning back to the man with a slight squint, "What're you, the headless horseman?"
Re: SPOOKY // HALLOWEEN PARTY AU - Owlie - 10-31-2018
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[div style="text-align: justify;"]Anakin came as himself- he was already a ghost, so he might as well be in costume all the time. Anakin appeared in a different method this time- he rose out of the floor, like a spirit rising from the grave. He made sure to let out a spooky moan while he was at it. x
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Anakin's presence somewhat ruined Gabriel's lighting, as the lion was a large, glowing mass of bright, blue energy. He wasn't accustomed to horror movies, but he was desensitized to these costumes. He spent years thinking the scariest thing around was himself.
"Hello everyone."
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