the breaking downfall - costumes

[fulzanin]

WE'LL MAKE A WAY WHERE YOU CAN FIND YOUR PLACE
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Feza's home was filled with all sorts of fun party materials. There was confetti, candies, boxes and bags, pencils, balloons: an endless supply. The snow leopard's home was a festive place, a place of parties and fun times for all and any that happened to pass while the feline was doing her multitude of festivities. Sure, not many people came to them. She kept on with them anyways, not deterred in the slightest. People would turn up, eventually, if she found the right formula for the perfect party. Besides, doing the same party over and over again would grow stale. If she didn't keep the variety coming, then no one would ever show up to any of her parties. That would be terrible, and awful, and it would be the exact opposite of what she wanted.

Today she had set aside from her festive activities to find something equally as fun and festive as a party. A large factor of Halloween rested on the shoulders of one core principle. Costumes. Dressing up as something else for a long night of frights and chills and fun had been something Feza was looking forward to. The snow leopard hadn't thought about what she would be going as beforehand. She had no plans, none at all, and it was a little startling. Halloween was almost here and she had absolutely no plans! That wouldn't be allowed! It couldn't be! She was frantically bumbling about her home, searching for where she had piled up all the packaged costumes. It was a frantic search, rooting through piles and making a mess of her already terrible sorting system to find what she was searching for. Feza was swiftly tired out from her search, huffing as she rested her head against the tiled floor of her home. "Ugh, I'm never gonna find the costume pile at this rate. Boxy," the feline turned her head to a nearby cardboard box. Her tail flicked over and turned it so that it was 'looking' at her, "have you seen the costume pile, my gracious god? I can't find them." It was only a box, and it didn't say a single word to her in response. Huffing, Feza again rose to her feet to continue her search.

The vibrant feline was running on the last of her energy when her paws met plastic underneath a pile of packaged corn. Her claws flexed forward to snag the bag, and a gleeful squeal parted her maw. Feza's blue eyes moved away the rest of the corn, revealing the pile of costumes. A shout of triumph sounded as she began spreading out the bags of costumes. Costumes came for two different kinds of 'things', Feza learned as she sorted through the pile. Ones that were useless and way too big, and those that were actually styled for animals. The prior category was swiftly tossed, Feza caring for them not a moment longer. It added on to the absolute mess of her home, but it was ignored by the vibrant feline.

Feza looked through the packages until she found one that she liked. She got first pick, didn't she? These were her materials, she was sharing them because she figured no one else would have the time in their busy lives to create their own costumes. The snow leopard grinned as she selected her costume, setting it aside in her High Priority Fun Time pile. She couldn't think of a name it deserved better than that. It summarized it efficiently, and equally as effectively. The snow leopard gathered up the spare costumes, and flung the door of her home open. She set down the costumes, spreading them out so all of them could be seen. The sheer numbers covered her porch, her fluffy head raised in delight. "Hey, if, if you don't have a Halloween costume already, I've got some here! And if you wanna, if you want to change them up I can get materials to make them more special!" Feza shouted, a happy wag of her fluffy tail following suit.

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THE EMPTY CHAIRS WILL BE RESERVED FOR OUR PITY