Post by orinocoflow on Oct 22, 2010 20:48:15 GMT -5
Let's see how this goes!
I decided to not wait until the day before Halloween to post this, so here is the first part.
However, I am planning to post the last part near the deadline.
“Good morning, Clarice,” whispered a soft, slightly-hoarse voice in his ear. Damien leaped in the air with a shriek, slamming into the costume stand in the corner.
“Paul! Don’t you dare do that ever again!” he snapped, desperately trying to slow his wildly beating heart. Paul simply shrugged and took off the Hannibal Lecter mask, the evil gleam in his blues eyes disappearing as though it had never been.
The lads were in a Halloween store looking at costumes for fun. Since they had the day off for the 31st, Paul and Ryan had planned out how they could turn the bus into a “haunted house,” complete with smoke machine and cobwebs. Now all they needed were some sort of costumes to rent or make for the night. This was one of those huge Halloween superstores, but so far they had not found anything interesting.
“Come on, let’s go somewhere else,” said Keith, ducking as a ghost went flying past his head on a string and jumping when the zombie prop suddenly started shuffling and groaning, eyes glowing red. Shivering, he high-tailed it out of there, quickly followed by the rest of the lads.
“Now what?” asked Damien, bored. “Can we grab some food?” he added as his stomach voiced its complaint over the lunch-less afternoon.
“But its Saturday, and we need to find something to wear for tomorrow!” exclaimed Ryan, seemingly astonished that the kid could even think about food when they had no costumes to wear for their own party.
“What about that next plaza?” suggested Paul, nodding at a small square across the street. “I think there should be some place we can eat on there.”
“You can't walk a block without seeing a bunch of cafes or something,” muttered George, frowning at the gathering clouds overhead. “And I think we need to find a roof before it rains.”
“All right, let’s go,” said Damien, eager at the chance of food.
When they arrived at the small plaza, sure enough there was a café at the far corner of it. And beside it—was a costume store! Sure, it was small and looked like a private business, but maybe they could finally find something there.
After flipping a coin, Ryan won against the hungry teenager and they went into the costume store first.
“But I’m starving!” complained Damien.
Keith raised an eyebrow at him. “Aw, com’on Damo, be a sport. You’re eighteen, not five. Stop whining so much!” he teased, lightly punching Damien’s shoulder.
Inside, the air seemed to change. George glanced around, not sure what to make of the place. It seemed several degrees colder than outside, the crisp air biting his nose. Looking at the others, he could see that they were all the same way. Exchanging glances, they were on the verge of leaving when a voice called out.
“Hallo, all,” came a surprisingly cheerful voice with a Cockney accent.
“Reminds me of that blond vampire in the TV show Angel, doesn’t it?” whispered Ryan to Paul, snickering. “You know, the show that was on a marathon at the hotel a week ago?”
“Yeah, I remember that,” agreed Paul, smiling. But that smile froze and dissolved in an instant when he saw the shopkeeper.
A man of medium build stood in the doorway, casually leaning on the wooden frame. His shock of light brown hair was spiked straight up, giving a very uncomfortable expression, as though he had just stuck his finger in an outlet. His eyes were absolutely black as obsidian, with just a hint of white on the rim. To add to that, his pale skin gave him a ghostly air, and the small smile made Paul shift his shoulders and glance at the door, not sure he wanted to be in the same room as that man for a long time. That smile was not one that was meant to mean, “Hi, kids, do you want a piece of candy?” not unless he was then going to eat them, that is.
“So, how can I help you lads? Need some help finding costumes?” he asked, still smiling that chilling smile, the corner of his lips just slightly twitching upwards. Judging by the looks the others sent each other, they too wanted to get out of there as soon as possible.
“Yeah, please,” jumped in Damien, apparently oblivious to the opinions the others had made of the man. “Do you have any good ones? The other stores don’t have anything.”
The man smiled a bit more, this time letting a hint of even, white teeth show.
“’Course I do! Why else would I own a place like this if I did not?” he replied, moving behind the counter and pulling out a laptop computer. “So, any ideas for what you want, or do you just want to walk around, look a bit?”
“Whoa, look at this!” exclaimed Damien, pulling out a slick black cape. As he reverently smoothed his hand over the material, he looked positively hypnotized. “It’s so cool!”
Even though he did not want to admit, but it really was nice; the material felt like silk, and the shiny black cape was perfect for the vampire costume Damien had wanted. All they needed was to find some elegant clothes and a pair of realistic fangs, and they had one costume figured out. In fact, everything in this store looked very nice, exactly the kind you would see in a theatre.
“I have a nice suit to go with that, if you want to be a vampire or something. Fangs and the sort would be other there,” he continued, pointing to the left corner. “Weapons or canes are in the other corner.”
“I think I’ll just be a ghost,” said Keith, looking around. “I have no idea what I can do, so why not just the good old-fashioned ghost?”
The man chuckled. “You all going for classic costumes? Ghosts, vampires, witches, and so on?”
George could not help smiling. “I was planning on going as a magician or wizard. Do you have any cloaks that might work for that?”
“Let’s see…I should, let me check in the back. Those are the rarer ones, so I don’t put them out.”
“Where did you get all of these?” asked Ryan, voicing Paul’s thoughts.
“Oh, I make quite a few of them, and then I get some from theatres and the sort,” came the muffled reply from the back of the store. “Here you go, sir, see if that fits,” he said as he appeared, carrying a beautiful midnight-blue robe with gold and silver stars embroidered on it, complete with a moon on the hood.
“What about you, sir?” he asked, addressing Ryan. The Dark Destroyer looked up, and you could see that he was deep in thought.
“I’m not sure yet,” he replied, looking around the store. “I’ll see what you have, and maybe I’ll get some ideas.”
“Go right ahead. Now, you are the only one left, mate,” he flowed easily into the next sentence, turning to Paul. “What would you want to be?”
Paul looked around the shop, unsure. Walking over to the stands, he walked along, glancing at the clothes until he came to one rack in particular. Grinning, he realized that he had found what he wanted to wear.
“Grand choice, mate,” came the laugh behind his back. “Marvelous choice.”
Well? should I continue?
I decided to not wait until the day before Halloween to post this, so here is the first part.
However, I am planning to post the last part near the deadline.
“Good morning, Clarice,” whispered a soft, slightly-hoarse voice in his ear. Damien leaped in the air with a shriek, slamming into the costume stand in the corner.
“Paul! Don’t you dare do that ever again!” he snapped, desperately trying to slow his wildly beating heart. Paul simply shrugged and took off the Hannibal Lecter mask, the evil gleam in his blues eyes disappearing as though it had never been.
The lads were in a Halloween store looking at costumes for fun. Since they had the day off for the 31st, Paul and Ryan had planned out how they could turn the bus into a “haunted house,” complete with smoke machine and cobwebs. Now all they needed were some sort of costumes to rent or make for the night. This was one of those huge Halloween superstores, but so far they had not found anything interesting.
“Come on, let’s go somewhere else,” said Keith, ducking as a ghost went flying past his head on a string and jumping when the zombie prop suddenly started shuffling and groaning, eyes glowing red. Shivering, he high-tailed it out of there, quickly followed by the rest of the lads.
“Now what?” asked Damien, bored. “Can we grab some food?” he added as his stomach voiced its complaint over the lunch-less afternoon.
“But its Saturday, and we need to find something to wear for tomorrow!” exclaimed Ryan, seemingly astonished that the kid could even think about food when they had no costumes to wear for their own party.
“What about that next plaza?” suggested Paul, nodding at a small square across the street. “I think there should be some place we can eat on there.”
“You can't walk a block without seeing a bunch of cafes or something,” muttered George, frowning at the gathering clouds overhead. “And I think we need to find a roof before it rains.”
“All right, let’s go,” said Damien, eager at the chance of food.
When they arrived at the small plaza, sure enough there was a café at the far corner of it. And beside it—was a costume store! Sure, it was small and looked like a private business, but maybe they could finally find something there.
After flipping a coin, Ryan won against the hungry teenager and they went into the costume store first.
“But I’m starving!” complained Damien.
Keith raised an eyebrow at him. “Aw, com’on Damo, be a sport. You’re eighteen, not five. Stop whining so much!” he teased, lightly punching Damien’s shoulder.
Inside, the air seemed to change. George glanced around, not sure what to make of the place. It seemed several degrees colder than outside, the crisp air biting his nose. Looking at the others, he could see that they were all the same way. Exchanging glances, they were on the verge of leaving when a voice called out.
“Hallo, all,” came a surprisingly cheerful voice with a Cockney accent.
“Reminds me of that blond vampire in the TV show Angel, doesn’t it?” whispered Ryan to Paul, snickering. “You know, the show that was on a marathon at the hotel a week ago?”
“Yeah, I remember that,” agreed Paul, smiling. But that smile froze and dissolved in an instant when he saw the shopkeeper.
A man of medium build stood in the doorway, casually leaning on the wooden frame. His shock of light brown hair was spiked straight up, giving a very uncomfortable expression, as though he had just stuck his finger in an outlet. His eyes were absolutely black as obsidian, with just a hint of white on the rim. To add to that, his pale skin gave him a ghostly air, and the small smile made Paul shift his shoulders and glance at the door, not sure he wanted to be in the same room as that man for a long time. That smile was not one that was meant to mean, “Hi, kids, do you want a piece of candy?” not unless he was then going to eat them, that is.
“So, how can I help you lads? Need some help finding costumes?” he asked, still smiling that chilling smile, the corner of his lips just slightly twitching upwards. Judging by the looks the others sent each other, they too wanted to get out of there as soon as possible.
“Yeah, please,” jumped in Damien, apparently oblivious to the opinions the others had made of the man. “Do you have any good ones? The other stores don’t have anything.”
The man smiled a bit more, this time letting a hint of even, white teeth show.
“’Course I do! Why else would I own a place like this if I did not?” he replied, moving behind the counter and pulling out a laptop computer. “So, any ideas for what you want, or do you just want to walk around, look a bit?”
“Whoa, look at this!” exclaimed Damien, pulling out a slick black cape. As he reverently smoothed his hand over the material, he looked positively hypnotized. “It’s so cool!”
Even though he did not want to admit, but it really was nice; the material felt like silk, and the shiny black cape was perfect for the vampire costume Damien had wanted. All they needed was to find some elegant clothes and a pair of realistic fangs, and they had one costume figured out. In fact, everything in this store looked very nice, exactly the kind you would see in a theatre.
“I have a nice suit to go with that, if you want to be a vampire or something. Fangs and the sort would be other there,” he continued, pointing to the left corner. “Weapons or canes are in the other corner.”
“I think I’ll just be a ghost,” said Keith, looking around. “I have no idea what I can do, so why not just the good old-fashioned ghost?”
The man chuckled. “You all going for classic costumes? Ghosts, vampires, witches, and so on?”
George could not help smiling. “I was planning on going as a magician or wizard. Do you have any cloaks that might work for that?”
“Let’s see…I should, let me check in the back. Those are the rarer ones, so I don’t put them out.”
“Where did you get all of these?” asked Ryan, voicing Paul’s thoughts.
“Oh, I make quite a few of them, and then I get some from theatres and the sort,” came the muffled reply from the back of the store. “Here you go, sir, see if that fits,” he said as he appeared, carrying a beautiful midnight-blue robe with gold and silver stars embroidered on it, complete with a moon on the hood.
“What about you, sir?” he asked, addressing Ryan. The Dark Destroyer looked up, and you could see that he was deep in thought.
“I’m not sure yet,” he replied, looking around the store. “I’ll see what you have, and maybe I’ll get some ideas.”
“Go right ahead. Now, you are the only one left, mate,” he flowed easily into the next sentence, turning to Paul. “What would you want to be?”
Paul looked around the shop, unsure. Walking over to the stands, he walked along, glancing at the clothes until he came to one rack in particular. Grinning, he realized that he had found what he wanted to wear.
“Grand choice, mate,” came the laugh behind his back. “Marvelous choice.”
Well? should I continue?