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Post by Oliver Lee Winchester on Oct 18, 2011 23:27:20 GMT -7
Oliver Winchester's Halloween costume was decided at the flip of a coin. Well, sort of. He and Nathan were going as the duo of Maverick and Goose from Top Gun. That much was decided prior to the coin toss. The coin toss was to determine who was who, as it soon became clear that both of them wanted to go as Maverick, and that simply would not do. So, the two relied on the same method they'd used to see who would make the first flight in their Flyer. Oliver lost the coin toss, and thus was going as Goose. It fit, according to Will's reasoning, because Oliver had a moustache in his past life and had a history of going splat in an aircraft. Oliver's response to this was to throw a pillow at his past brother. The two decided to arrive at the dance separately, so that they could see what became of each other's costumes. It had worked out quite well for the amusement park, and Oliver figured the same of the dance. Was he a little worried about showing up to the dance as a pilot when Anti-RSOR already had his current name and past name linked? Slightly. Still, the opportunity was too good to pass, and he wasn't going to ruin Nate's night just because he was nervous. It was Halloween. If Anti-RSOR took his Halloween costume as any sort of hint, they were more desperate than RSOR thought. At least Oliver tried to reassure himself with that. Taking a seat by someone he recognized, and didn't mind talking to, Oliver grinned. "I feel the need, the need for jet engines to create thrust in order to have differential pressure on the wings which achieves aerodynamic lift at high velocity!"[/color] Or, you know, the need for speed. But Oliver thought it sounded much better this way. Word count: 316 To: Open! Notes: Costume with the Goose name badge and this. Also, Oliver's quote is from 'How Top Gun Should Have Ended' on youtube. XD |
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Post by Isabella Jillian Avadore on Oct 21, 2011 13:03:28 GMT -7
She'd gone from Carmen Sandiego to something all her own. She'd seen a panda costume on sale, and snapped up the one-piece hooded costume with a grin, but she wasn't done there. A simple panda? The costume wasn't even ll that detailed. Nah, she had plans. So, she made it better. She bought some face paint, bandages, fake blood, and got to work. A zombie panda was in order. She'd taken the simple hoodie and painted on wounds, tore up one of the ears on the hood and stained it red, and with a little help from one of the art students, painted on a gaping chest wound that exposed robs and rotting organs. It looked gross. But yet...oddly adorable. Once it was painted, she used the bandages and fake blood to 'wrap' the eyes and nose of the hood on the panda, so it looked like a head-bandage - as she planed on being the 'face' of the panda, rather than just using the floppy hood as a cover (and she didn't want to be a mutant four-eyed panda) so she covered that up, but left the ears sticking out.
Isabella slipped on the costume that night, buttoning it up to the top but leaving the hood down as she reached for the face paint. She painted on a button nose and black around her eyes, and painted the rest of her face white - with a "dribble" of blood from the corner of her mouth. Brown eyes bright, she wrapped the remainder of the bandages around her shoes, hiding them from sight and making them "paws", and then did the same for her hands, but left her fingers free, of course. She pulled up the hood, which flopped down and masked who she was pretty well, and made a beeline for the gym. She'd hang out at the dance for a while before having some fun at the amusement park.
Isa didn't dance, but she sure didn't feel like sitting down with the music going as she walked in. It swapped around from something that could be heard on any old radio to the Purple People Eater Song, and she grinned. She walked over nearby some chairs and benches, watching couples dance and she bobbed her head along to the music. Despite the gigantic hood, she saw someone walking in, and looked up, showing her face as Oliver walked over. "Raaaaaaaaaarwwwwwrrr brains?" She growled, her voice too cheery to be in any way scary as she stuck out her arms and lurched forwards as he sat down, laughing at his next words. Joan of Arc was not a science-girl, but she got the gist of what he was saying.
Besides, Joan of Arc wasn't a zombie-panda, either. Funny what Halloween created.
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notes| she starts with this but obviously doesn't end with it XD
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Post by Oliver Lee Winchester on Oct 21, 2011 22:28:52 GMT -7
When Isabella turned around, Oliver was able to get a full glimpse of her costume for the first time. So much for a sad panda...Isa, if anything, looked like a mad panda. Though she didn't sound much like one. Oliver knew Isa when she was truly mad, and knew that she wasn't one to be messed with. No, this was happy Isa pretending to be scary. Ergo, it didn't work all that well. Still, Oliver mimed flinching back and covering his head. "Not this one! I'm using it!"[/color] He commented with a laugh. It was good to see Isa in higher spirits again. That said, he was still giving Isabella more space than he normally would have. He'd never forget her jumping back from him when he went to comfort her a couple of weeks prior. He didn't want a reaction like that again. He also didn't want to ruin Isa's apparent good mood. He could only hope that Errol wouldn't back him into a corner and try to force him to reveal what it took to get Isa to dance with him. Somehow he didn't think Errol would stop if Oliver told him that it was impossible, even though in reality it was. ...then again, part of Oliver now wanted to tell Errol to go straight up to her and ask, and watch Errol get pushed away. That would be fun to watch. Well, satisfying, at the very least. Making sure there was a few feet distance between himself and Isa, Oliver adjusted his aviator glasses, which had drooped a little on his face. Apparently he'd ordered a size too large. He'd preferred goggles for flight himself, even if they did look a bit ridiculous on your face. It certainly beat a bee flying into your eye. Unless you happened to have a massive spider on your goggles and it went into your eye when you were flying, like one one of the men on the Wright exhibition team....that was an interesting one to hear at the time. "Any specific plans for tonight or are you just planning on sitting here chatting as long as possible too?"[/color] That was Oliver's intent. He didn't want to get pulled out on to the dance floor unless he had to, and if Isabella didn't either...well, there was safety in numbers. Especially when among your numbers was Joan of Arc. Word count: 414 To: Open! Notes: Costume with the Goose name badge and this. Squee, panda. ^^ |
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Post by Isabella Jillian Avadore on Oct 26, 2011 0:03:03 GMT -7
Isabella didn't do scary Halloween costumes very well. That wasn't to say she couldn't be scary, as she was fully capable of that, but there wasn't a massive war outside her door, which helped on the cheeriness factor. That, and in the hustle and bustle of things, Xelios was forgotten. Soon, she wouldn't even have to try not to remember; funny, considering memories were of extreme importance to some at Riverdale.
The zombie panda laughed and grinned as Oliver played along and she growled once more for the fun of it, not noticing that Oliver was keeping his distance; though if he got too close, she'd probably move away again. She batted out at him all the same, mimicking some sort of bear attack.
The atmosphere was doing her good, and so too would some chatter be. "Maybe not sitting, but chatting yes. I'm not going to dance." That was what she always said, and always went through with. Barring once. "What about you? Gonna dance with Lenita?"
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tagged| Oliver / Mandee
notes| This Isa post is short. Short Isa is short. XD They're get better, I promise. >.<
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Post by Oliver Lee Winchester on Oct 27, 2011 22:28:18 GMT -7
The costume itself bordered on scary, but when Oliver knew the person inside, and could recognize the cheery sounding voice that ensued from the costume, it was hard to actually be scared. In fact, Oliver found it quite amusing instead. It was the same costume that Isabella had worn at the amusement park. Oliver, on the other hand, was wearing a different costume. With the lack of a hat, it was a lot easier to tell who Oliver was, though the moustache still threw a few people who didn't know him that well off. He wasn't sure what Isabella's mental state was as far as Xelios was concerned, and therefore was determined as possible to avoid the subject. Isa appeared to be in good spirits, and Oliver didn't want to ruin that. He also didn't want to get too close unless Isa outright invited it. She did bat at him, but he also realized that that was of her own volition, and that she might not react so kindly if he made his way into what she considered her personal space. Oliver dodged the paw with an exaggerated wide-eyed look. "I'm not going to dance either."[/color] Oliver stated matter of factly, not realizing that he would be dragged out by at least two people tonight. Still, the fact remained that he wasn't going to dance of his own free will. He would have to be dragged onto the floor first. Now, if he were alone with, say, Lenita, he wouldn't mind dancing at all. In front of the entire school, however? No. Just no. He preferred to sit along the sidelines and chat. "She decided to wear the female version of the costume Will and I wore."[/color] He didn't even bother to correct 'Will' to 'Nate'. That would look more suspicious if anyone happened to be listening in. Word count: 318 To: Open! Notes: Costume with the Goose name badge and this. |
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Post by Isabella Jillian Avadore on Nov 5, 2011 9:32:49 GMT -7
Isabella didn't quite see the idea behind two costumes, but she didn't see anything against it, either. It was fun to wear costumes, and sometimes there were just "two" many good ideas to wait. She didn't have as many ideas. The zombie panda had been an 'on a whim' thing, and, better yet, it could be recycled. if she took the bandages off and mended the ears, she could make a panda-head winter hat out of the top of the hood - perfect to go with her Carmen Sandiego winter jacket, she thought with amusement.
"Oh, come on." Isabella laughed at his assertion that he was not going to dance. "We both know you will be, at least with Errol and your girlfriend. Especially if she is the female version of your costume, as you say." If she saw Lenita around now, she'd definitely direct her to Oliver. Errol, on the other hand, disturbed her, he really did. And she didn't understand why him and his friends being seamen made people snicker. What was so funny about another word for sailors, anyways? Her English was not at par, perhaps? "Oliver, I have a question for you." She said simply. "What is so funny about the seamen?"
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notes| YAY AWKWARD MOMENT! =D
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Post by Oliver Lee Winchester on Nov 8, 2011 23:28:15 GMT -7
The funny thing was, the duo costumes were pretty much a spur of the moment thing as well. Oliver and Nate didn't have to go in matching costumes, but it was fun and entertaining when they did, especially for the RSOR, who knew precisely who Oliver and Nate were. Though he had to admit that the time traveler plot he'd hatched with Nate in the amusement park was his favorite part of this Halloween thus far. Oliver went a few shades whiter at Isa's words. Well, damn. She had a point. He could pretty much count on Errol to drag him out to the dance floor, though maybe if he stayed off to the side long enough, Errol would be too busy with the others and wouldn't notice him. As for Lenita, she knew he had a hard time in situations like this. Why would she drag him onto to the dance floor? "I hope not."[/color] Though one could detect a bit of hopelessness in his voice at these words...yeah, he was pretty much screwed when it came to fending off Errol. Perhaps it was a good thing that Oliver was not drinking any punch, for Isa's next words would certainly have created a sticky situation. As it was, Oliver had to cough to choke back a laugh, and even then a few chuckles escaped. Was he really being asked this question? "It's a play on words..."[/color] He wasn't so sure that he wanted to go into more detail on the matter with Joan of Arc of all people. Word count: 270 To: Open! Notes: Costume with the Goose name badge and this. |
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Post by Isabella Jillian Avadore on Nov 16, 2011 11:44:26 GMT -7
Dancing was fun, for some people. For other people, like herself or Oliver, it was a chore. Or a no-no. She had been punished for her mishaps, and wasn't going to repeat it again. That was a promise. It wasn't her place, she supposed, to be up to that sort of thing. She should have paid attention to that vow she made in the last lifetime, and realized it carried over. But...no harm done. She hoped. She was human, she did have faults.
Isbaella let the subject of dancing drop, as it was an unfavorable subject for them both, and instead questioned Errol's costume. She saw Oliver's chuckle, and had to wonder why the Wright brother had laughed, but then seemed rather reluctant to explain the play on words. Isabella frowned, her mind racing past in three languages to figure out what the play on words could be. Innocent as she was, all three languages failed to give her an answer. "A play on words? How so?" She pressed. "Why is it so funny?" If it was a failing in her English, which she currently thought it was, she wanted to know. If she knew what was meant, well, she'd not want to know, but the trouble was she didn't know what she didn't know, and double unknowns weren't easy to work out. "He's a sailor. He's a man of the sea, but I don't see any sailor jokes..."
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notes| she starts with this but obviously doesn't end with it XD
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Post by Oliver Lee Winchester on Nov 16, 2011 22:26:17 GMT -7
If Oliver knew how Isa felt about everything that had happened, he would have likely tried his best to reassure her that she was not being punished. However, it was likely that his reasoning would fall on deaf ears, so perhaps it was best that he didn't know what was going through the reincarnated saint's mind just then. Unfortunately, Isa happened to press on with a subject that Oliver wasn't so sure that he wanted to press on with. On the bright side, it wasn't Errol, or dancing (or dancing with Errol), but...she just did not get it. She didn't get what she was asking him, and she kept pushing. It seemed to be a rule of thumb that almost every conversation between the two of them had to have at least one awkward element to it. "It's a joke based on another word in the English lexicon that sounds similar."[/color] All the while, his nonverbal cues sent out the message 'just stop there'. Given that Joan of Arc was still mostly in the dark about the matter, she probably would not, but he was going to at least try. "If you want to know what it means look it up in a dictionary...if you have a smart phone you might be able to just look it up on your phone, even."[/color] He added helpfully. Of course, the Wright brother would suggest using technology to find the answer. Especially when it didn't involve him saying the answer out loud. Why did he always end up in situations like this? Word count: 271 To: Open! Notes: Costume with the Goose name badge and this. |
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Post by Isabella Jillian Avadore on Nov 17, 2011 23:55:25 GMT -7
Isa was a funny girl on theological matters, and it was best left there for the most part. She was also funny when it came to matters of, well, innuendo. She didn't get it - not in English, anyhow. Say it to her in French, and one would quickly find Joan of Arc wasn't clueless about these things. She'd lived on a warfront, witnessing and hearing plenty. In English, though? She might really have been a zombie panda for all she knew about the topic.
"So it is an English thing." Joan grumbled. "It only makes sense, I supposed, Errol does only speak English, but what exactly is it?" But then Oliver suggested she look it up on her phone or something. This was generally a sign that, when coupled with his boy language, she might want to back off, for some reason or another.
Well, this had nothing to do with Fred, Lenitia, or his sister kissing his brother, so she wasn't tripping anything ado like that that would cause him to shut up...so, there was only one other reason. A panda-paw met a panda face a moment later. "It's something incredibly dirty, isn't it?" Some sort of play on words that could put crap past the radar, she didn't doubt.
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Post by Oliver Lee Winchester on Nov 20, 2011 23:01:06 GMT -7
Oliver nodded. "Yes, it's definitely English."[/color] The reincarnate knew bits and pieces of other languages based on what he'd learned in his past life, though he was really only fluent in English, so this supported Isa's reasoning as well. He considered just coming out and telling her that she wouldn't like the answer. It was blunt and straight to the point, and it would get the issue out of the way hopefully. If this were any other person, he probably would have resorted to just telling them, but...if this was any other person, they probably already understood the innuendo. Isabella was fluent in English, but that part of the language might as well be...well, not French, she was quite fluent in that. German, then. Isa was a smart girl, and managed to stumble upon the exact reasoning herself. Well, that made things a lot easier for him. He let out a sigh of relief, hoping that Isa would drop the subject at this realization. "Yes, it is. Don't think you want to know the true implications..."[/color] Despite how awkward this was, Oliver grinned slightly at this. He did see the humor, though it was more subdued than most his age. Especially in front of Joan of Arc. Word count: 219 To: Open! Notes: Costume with the Goose name badge and this. |
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