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Post by Oliver Lee Winchester on Oct 29, 2010 12:31:37 GMT -7
A Halloween party at Riverdale High School. It just seemed to beg for even stranger happenings than usual. He already knew what to expect from some people. Isabella was dressing up as Carmen Sandiego, for example, and he didn't expect anything too out of the ordinary for her. After all, it wasn't as though Joan of Arc was about to get drunk and start doing karaoke on the refreshments table. Oliver made a mental note not to go anywhere near the punch. If he was thirsty, he would head to the water fountain or back to his dorm. He didn't trust some of his fellow students farther than he could throw them. And, being that he was only 5'5" and rather skinny, he doubted that was very far. This also likely meant that he couldn't hold his liquor very well, and as he'd never been drunk in either lifetime, he didn't want to take his chances now. He also knew that Jennah would be going as a female version of Freddy Krueger, that Iskander was more than likely going as a crusader (oh, the irony of ironies), and for that matter, the costumes of most of the RSOR. It was the normals whose identities were up in the air, plus a few reincarnates who'd left it up to the last minute. His sister hadn't gone into too much detail about her costume, for example, giving a brief description of 'Goddess of the Skies', which could have really meant anything. He expected something Amelia Earhart-ish, but he also knew that Cindy was full of surprises. He, on the other hand, was fully decked out in the garb of one pudgy Italian plumber. He'd opted to go into as much detail with this costume as possible. He had only bought the costume online, but he'd added his own touches to it. While the costume only came with the overalls and undershirt, as well as a hat marked with an M, Oliver had opted to place a blanket underneath his shirt to give the effect of the pudge that Mario was so known for. After all, he didn't feel as though it would look quite right to have a "ganglylimbed" Mario running about. Then there was Luigi, which made this costume so much more fun. He and Will had planned out this costume at the last minute (being that Oliver had only discovered that his roommate was his past brother a few days before). Only the RSOR members would recognize the irony of Nathan Driscoll and Oliver Winchester going as Mario and Luigi, but that was enough for Oliver, who found it quite amusing. The Wright Brothers as Super Mario Bros. He might have been easily amused, but he was also fourteen this time around. He had an excuse! Might as well live a little if he had a second chance at it. The only complaint that he had was the fake mustache itching so much. He'd already reached up to itch his face several times before. It was unfortunate, considering the mustache was his original reason for choosing the costume in the first place. Isabella had dared him to grow a mustache again, and Oliver wasn't one to turn down a dare - Even if he hadn't exactly truly grown one. As he was still in the midst of puberty, that was a bit of a challenge. He could barely grow a few whiskers. The teen made his way over to the refreshments table, taking a seat there. As excited as he was for this, he had never really been one to be the life of the party. He preferred to sit and watch the goings on. After all, there would surely be some amusing displays. Perhaps someone might even be able to drag him onto the floor, if the right opportunity came along. For now, though, Mario sat against a wall, pondering how one might properly control a hoverboard without it being too bulky and wondering what Luigi would say about the whole thing, while watching Elmo dance with Susan B. Anthony in a giant box labeled Pandora's Box, and Barrack Obama dancing with a few different girls at once. He grinned. Welcome to Halloween at Riverdale High. Word count: 670 To: Open! Bwahahahaha! Notes: This, now with added pudge! |
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Post by Hayden Connor Callaghan on Oct 31, 2010 8:14:34 GMT -7
Barack Obama was in the house. And Barack Obama was stealing everyone's girlfriends. No one could complain though. Why? Because, he's Barack Obama. He's the president. And if he wants your girlfriend, he'll take your girlfriend. That's just one of the rights a president has. A black guy has that right, too. So what happens if you're a black president? You get upgraded to wife stealing. It's pretty awesome to be the first black president because people don't even know what to do with you. They just stop and stare. They are all like "woah! I wish I was a black president".
But they can't be. There's only one black president. And that black president was Barack Obama. And Obama was in the house.
But not this house. Barack Obama was in the White House. The Barack Obama currently dancing in a sea of girls was actually a white boy of Irish decent. His name was Hayden Callaghan. And he was having the night of his life. His auburn hair was plastered to his forehead with sweat beneath his mask as he jumped up and down with a bunch of girls pressed against him. "Baby, I like it!" They sang along loudly as the entire group danced on each other and on the president.
This was a straight boy's dream come true.
He had a mental check list going on. He knew every girl's name in school and they were definitely on his "must-dance-with" list. Some girls were written in red and underlined on that list. Jennah Advani was one of them. Natalia Kruske was another. Isabella Avadore was on the list, too. He just wanted to say he danced with the most conservative girl in the whole school. There was one girl in particular he had his eye on...and it wasn't Jennah, mainly because she was here with her boyfriend and though Hayden knew that sword was fake, he was still pretty sure Iskander could shove it somewhere in Hayden's body that would cause him great pain. So he'd pass on Jennah...as cute as she was and as sexy and tempting as she looked tonight with that Freddy dress coming down to the middle of her strong thigh and her dark eyes looking sultry with all that dark make up around them.......
...Anyway, no. No Jennah. Hayden had eyes for only one girl that night (for the most part). Her name was Sylent. She was a cute blonde in a nurse's get up. Hayden would gladly play doctor with her, if you'll excuse the pun. But in all, not-perverted seriousness, Hayden did think she was pretty and he really did want to get to know her and dance with her.
Out of the corner of his eye, Barack Obama saw a familiar character. He might have said "HOLY SHIT! IT'S MARIO" but with the loud music and the mask, it was a little hard to tell what Hayden was saying unless he spoke very loudly and slowly. Hayden noticed Mario wasn't dancing. This was a problem. When his "jam" ended, Hayden straightened his tie and brushed off his black jacket as a slow song began. A couple girls tried to take Barack by the arm and get him to slow dance, but he shook his head and said loudly and slowly, "I. HAVE. LEGAL. MATTERS. TO. ATTEND. TO. I'LL. BE. RIGHT. BACK. LADIES."
And with that, the president strode over to Oliver. Obama stood over Mario, towering over the pudgy video game character easily. Sticking out a...rather white (when compared to his face, that is) hand, Barack Obama said, "MARIO. I'M. A. BIG. FAN. I'M. BARACK. OBAMA. AND. I. APPROVE. THIS. HAND. SHAKE." He paused to catch his breath. This mask was beginning to smell on the inside...in case you were wondering.
"I. NOTICED. YOU. WEREN'T. DANCING." Hayden said, smiling under his mask. His smile showed in his blue eyes, "WE. NEED. TO. CHANGE. THAT."
Ha. Ha. Ha. Change. Get it?
Want to know something shocking?
Hayden hadn't touched the punch yet.
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LISTENING TO: i like it - enrique iglesias
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Post by xelios on Oct 31, 2010 14:30:50 GMT -7
 THIS IS HALLOWEENeverybody make a scene [/font] • • • • • • • • • • • EVERYONE ![/font][/color][/font][/size][/center] Xelios was really starting to regret his costume choice. He stood in front of the mirror in his bedroom staring at himself in complete disbelief. Why had he agreed to this? Why had he done this to himself? It was too late to turn back now though. His legs, armpits and face were completely clean shaven and a bra was stuffed with expert care. There he stood, Charles Darwin, dressed as Snow White. Robin had even helped him curl the ends of his hair so he looked more feminine on top of the red bow that decorated the top of his head. He felt ridiculous. He looked ridiculous. He was honestly stunned that he had actually gone through with it and that the dress had actually fit him, which had belonged to Robin before he repossessed it. The breeze on his legs made him uncomfortable and he had to keep making sure he had shorts on underneath because he was paranoid about people seeing his boxers, or worse. The stuffed bra felt awkward and constricting and he could see the curled bits of hair out of the corners of his eyes. The only thing Xelios was really lacking was make up, which was too far even for him. Taking in a deep breath and bracing himself on the high heeled shoes he had been practicing in at Robin’s apartment, Xelios made his way down to the gym for the Halloween dance.
This was Xelios’s first time at a dance, be it recreational or for school. He had never danced before in this life, and he hadn’t been big on balls when he had been alive the first time either. In both lives Xelios had never danced before, so tonight was going to be a lot for firsts for him. For the first time in a while Xelios was very nervous. He had no idea what to expect with his chosen costume. There was no telling whether people would be closed minded about him cross-dressing, or whether they would be amazed. The friends he had had before Riverdale would no doubt beat the crap out of him for doing this. Xelios also didn’t know whether or not people would even want to dance with him, since he wasn’t exactly a social person. Aside from the two RSOR meetings he had been to as of yet, he hadn’t exactly put effort into meeting people. Xelios didn’t try and stick out to people. He didn’t try and make friends. He was so used to trying to be invisible from society, he didn’t know how to be a normal person. This was going to be an interesting night, since his costume was bound to attract attention.
He had been hoping that his room mates would still be there by the time he was finished getting ready, but they were both gone. He had already seen their costumes, which matched one another, but they had yet to see his. After the reactions he had gotten from asking Oliver for one of Cindy’s bras, he refused to give even the slightest hint. Xelios took the least crowded route to the gym from his dorms, trying to avoid being seen by as many people as possible. He successfully avoided being seen by any students but was spotted by two teachers who complimented him on his costume and his legs. Yeah, that didn’t help his nervousness and humiliation. Taking a deep breath and bracing himself, Xelios entered the gym with flushed cheeks. He spotted Mario with Barak Obama and walked over trying to get the red to go away from his cheeks. “Tada,”
[/color] he said in an unimpressed tone, finally revealing the purpose of the borrowed bra. “Good evening Mister President,”[/color] he joked to Hayden, who he had no idea was really Hayden.[/justify] [/blockquote] words: 634 outfit: here lyrics: nightmare before christmas, this is halloween notes: - - -[/blockquote] |
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Post by Oliver Lee Winchester on Oct 31, 2010 18:46:33 GMT -7
There was no shortage of entertainment on the dance floor, Oliver thought with a chuckle. Barrack Obama was really hitting it off with the girls tonight. He was fairly certain, based on rumors that he'd heard, that this Barrack Obama was actually one Hayden Callaghan, a boy who frequently came after Oliver with requests to fix his skateboard. Fortunately, Hayden didn't have his skateboard with him tonight...he could only imagine how dangerous that would be with a mask on. Barrack Obama was heading toward him. Oliver arched an eyebrow. Well, this would be a treat. Meeting a president was not a new thing for Oliver, who'd met a few presidents back in the day. He'd even ridden in a car once with FDR when he came through Ohio. Of course, this wasn't a real president. This was a sixteen year old boy with a mask. Still, the idea amused Oliver, especially as Hayden thrust out his pale white boy hand for Oliver to shake, stating that he was a fan. "The president of the United States, a fan? I'm touched."[/color] Oliver responded with a grin, meeting Hayden's handshake with a firm one of his own. Unfortunately, Oliver wasn't so sure he liked the direction the conversation was taking. Hayden (or Barrack Obama, whatever), was asking him to dance. Oliver had no problem goofing off, but goofing off in front of a few friends, or in the RSOR room was one thing. Goofing off in front of the entire school? Well, he was a bit more apprehensive about that. Sure, he was in a costume, but likely other students could still figure out who he was. Then his roommate came to rescue him. In drag. Oliver really should have expected this. To some extent, he had. Why else would his roommate ask to borrow his sister's bra so close to Halloween? What surprised him was just how in depth that Xelios had gone. If he didn't know better (and if Xelios wasn't so darn tall), he might have been fooled into thinking that Xelios actually was a woman. Now there was a scary thought. Slow dancing with Charles Darwin in drag when you thought it was a cute girl from sixth period algebra... "Looks good D-...I mean, Xelios."[/color] Oliver gave him the thumbs up, before reaching up to itch his mustache again. He'd never had this much of a problem with his real mustache. What sort of material did they use in these costumes, anyway? Perhaps he'd have to take up Isa's offer to make a costume for him next year. Or just grow a mustache for real this time. Hopefully genetics would work in his favor again. The Wright men had no trouble growing facial hair, but Oliver had no older brothers to test the waters first this time. He only had his father, and his father was pretty clean shaven. "So, what brings you to Mushroom Kingdom, Mr. President? A diplomatic mission of sorts?"[/color] Oliver's grin was barely visible beneath his large mustache, but, as with Hayden, his enjoyment was quite evident in his eyes. Maybe he could keep the conversation away from being dragged onto the dance floor? One could only hope. Word count: 670 To: Open! Bwahahahaha! Notes: This is awesome. XD |
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Post by Hayden Connor Callaghan on Nov 7, 2010 15:35:48 GMT -7
Barack Obama actually did have his skateboard with him tonight. How do you think he got to the dance? Walking? Pfft. Barack Obama didn't need to walk. That's what the other presidents did. The lame white presidents. Obama was not a lame white president. He was a cool black president. So, yeah. He got here via skateboard. He'd decorated it all over with Obama logo stickers and spray painted a red, white and blue donkey on it. That's how the cool presidents travel in style...bitch.
Of course, he didn't bring it in. That wasn't allowed. And it was dark in here, so that'd just be plain stupid. Hayden wasn't always dumb. He just was most of the time.
"The president of the United States, a fan? I'm touched."
"YES." Hayden said over the music, "I'VE BEEN ADMIRING YOUR WORK SINCE I GOT A NINTENDO 64 IN NINETEEN-NINTEY-SIX. SUPER MARIO 64. NOT GOING TO LIE, THOUGH. I MISSED YOUR BROTHER." Luigi got jipped so much. It was just sad. Then, the one time Luigi gets his own game, it's mediocre. This was some bull shit. Obama was considering a rally for Luigi to get him into a good game. He could make it a bill. Luigi's bill. That'd be a good bill. He needed to get to writing that. Like, now.
He got distracted from his thoughts on bills when they were joined by Snow White. Unfortunately, this Snow White wasn't very cute. Even Hayden could see through his mask that a man stood before him dressed as snow white. Hayden wasn't sure how to react at first. However, when the she-man finally addressed him, he couldn't help himself. Hayden burst out laughing when the "princess" said, “Good evening Mister President,”
"YES." Hayden sputtered in between laughs. "GOOD. EVENING. MY. LADY. YOU'RE. LOOKING. GORGEOUS. TONIGHT." At last, Hayden found someone who had a better costume than him. ...Okay. That was actually the second person. Elmo MIGHT be a tad bit better. Maybe. It was hard to say. All the girls were dancing with Barack Obama. Elmo kinda danced with everyone. It was a really tough call.
"So, what brings you to Mushroom Kingdom, Mr. President? A diplomatic mission of sorts?"
Hayden returned his gaze and ridiculous masked face back to Oliver. He smiled a bit and said loudly, "YES, ACTUALLY." The black president put a white hand on Oliver's shoulder. "MARIO. YOU. AND. YOUR. BROTHER. HAVE. BEEN. DOING. A. GOOD. JOB. IN. THE. MUSH. ROOM KINGDOM. A. VERY. GOOD. JOB. BUT. I. THINK. IT'S. TIME. BOWSER. WAS. SPOKEN. TO. AND. BARGAINED. WITH." He paused. It was cheesy to say...but Hayden decided he was going to say it anyway. "IT. IS. TIME. FOR. A. CHANGE. IN. THE. MUSH. ROOM. KINGDOM."
And let's be frank, Princess Peach was hot. ...Hayden had danced with a Princess Peach tonight. Where'd she go? She needed to stand by Mario. It'd be perfect.
But this video game talk didn't distract him from his main goal: getting Mario to shake what his Momma gave him. ...Did Mario and Luigi even have a Momma to speak of? ?
Anyway...
"BUT. UNTIL. I. MEET. BOWSER. I'M. HERE. TO. SHOW. ALL. YOU. CRAZY. KIDS. EXACTLY. HOW. WE. PRESIDENTS. BOOGIE." He smirked and looked from Snow White to Mario. "SHALL. WE. DANCE?"
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LISTENING TO: nothing
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