Post by Angelo Elden Reese on Oct 22, 2011 18:15:03 GMT -7
the zombies were having fun, the party had just begun
the guests included wolfman, dracula and his son
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[/color]Angelo’s feet dragged along the floor, his irritation written all over his face. Moving into the dorm with Oliver and Nate had been a great and horrible idea. It meant he was free to work with no fear of being seen by a normal student. It also meant he was with two people he could respect and tolerate. Hell, he almost liked the Wright Brothers…but it was also what caused him to be here today. Oliver had conned him into coming. Angelo had put together a hasty costume the previous day, buying a pair of orange pants, a pumpkin hat and he wore the T-shirt his mother had sent him a week and a half ago. She liked to send him seasonal crap all the time and just about anything else that was an excuse to write to him and mail him something. He also forced himself out to get a pair of Converse. His old ones had been getting pretty rotten, so to add to this supposed costume he had got orange ones this time.
To be honest, Angelo didn’t understand Halloween. It didn’t exist when he was alive. Well, at least not to his knowledge. The holiday was formed very late in his life in Scotland, so how was he expected to know about it. What he did know was his parents had supported it and forced him to dress up as a child in this life. He felt ridiculous in the costumes and to make it worse he was forced to walk around and collect candy. He didn’t even LIKE candy. Hell, he didn’t like food! He ate because he had to not because he enjoyed eating! Halloween was a stupid holiday! A completely ridiculous holiday that no company or government even recognized as being worthy of a day off. What a stupid idea…pfft…Halloween.
And yet, here was Angelo, dressed like a pumpkin to boot. He felt ridiculous, he noted the refreshments and food and didn’t care, and it was a social setting. This was just about everything Angelo hated all in one place. Now he just needed to run into Leonardo Da Vinci and his previous life’s dislikes would be covered too. And if Da Vinci showed up he was leaving! End of Story!
Angelo dragged his feet further along, dropping himself into a chair that was located against a wall. He had no idea what to do with himself. And he wasn’t about to start dancing. Michelangelo di Lodovico Buonarroti Simoni did NOT dance!
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