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Post by purrfection on Oct 14, 2007 11:14:48 GMT -6
Ike was a cow. He had spots and ears and a big shiny bell around his neck that he'd added at the last minute. When he jumped up and down, the pin-on cow tail on the back of his costume flopped around, and his utters jiggled, and his bell made a tinny clang sound. Elle, who had given him the hook-up after lots and lots and lots of begging, had not named him. So Ike decided to name himself.
"MOO!" said Ike. "I'M IKE THE COW!" Ike the Cow ran around in a circle, trying to catch sight of his tail as it caught the air behind him. After a few minutes, when he got bored with that, he pawed the stone floor of the Great Hall with feeling and went to get some punch.
Ike was usually not early to anything. This included dances or balls, which he liked a whole lot more than the classes he was required to attend on a daily basis. Sometimes he made an honest effort to get to class on time, but extenuating circumstances to held him back. Like, for instance, the time he'd gotten up and been ready at 5:30 (more than two hours before morning classes started), but then that glowing yellow ball that usually appears in the sky every day forgot to rise, and so Ike climbed out of his window to look for it and ended up falling off the roof to the ground seven stories below. Luckily for him, a bush of some sort had caught his fall. He had been in the hospital wing for a week due to several broken bones and a branch stuck up his ass.
But today was different. Today, Ike was a cow and he was going to flaunt it. He was perfectly on time and students were just now filing into the Great Hall, dressed in all sorts of brightly colored costumes. The room was decorated to match the festivities. Pumpkins lined the far walls, some lit and carved, some right from the pumpkin patch. The lights were dimmed and glowed a faint orange-yellow. The music hadn't started yet, and the stage for the band had no people, only instruments.
Ike looked about the students for any sign of Elle, Ru, or Malcom. He did not see them. "MOOOOOOOO!" Ike hoped this would catch their attention.
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Post by Tori on Oct 14, 2007 18:28:03 GMT -6
((Ruana's Costume: www.wallpaperbase.com/wallpapers/movie/catwoman/catwoman_6.jpg )) Ruana was sure to be humiliated. Or at least, that was what she thought as she stood in front of her full length mirror, grimacing at her reflection. Why on earth anyone would want to wear a costume like this was beyond Ru. The first thing one would notice would be the large expanse of skin revealed underneath the black leather. A very revealing black leather bikini top squashed her breasts into one another, for the top was a bit too small for her. Black straps crisscrossed across her newly flat stomach, and leather gloves stretched above her elbows. Atop her head was a mask that covered the entire top half of her face, with cat ears sticking out the top. Her blonde hair was hidden beneath the headpiece. Ruana's leather pants appeared to have been turn by a cat. They were torn to the point where, if she moved a certain way, one could see parts that weren't meant to be seen. Her shoes were the most uncomfortable thing imaginable; strappy stiletto heels that made her at least three inches taller. To complete the ensemble was a leather whip that Ruana held in her right hand. Ruana was Cat Woman. "What have you done to me?" She asked Hope Taylor, who was sitting on Ruana's bed, a smug smiled plastered onto her evil face. Ruana felt hideous, she felt slutty; whoreish. She felt like Hope's clone. The brunette girl smiled even broader. "You look great," she said, and it wasn't even a lie. Hope's intention was to make this girl look awful in front of the whole school, but truth be told, the costume looked great. Stupid depression; makes people look good. But at least the girl was uncomfortable, which was better than nothing. She'd feel like a skank (which was what she looked like), and everyone would judge her. It was perfect. Hope needed this sort of fun in her life. Ruana groaned and turned to look at Hope. "I hope you're happy," she snapped. "I get to be humiliated, and you get Malcom. Just like you planned." It was true. Hope Taylor blackmailed Ruana. She cornered her in the Girls' bathroom and said that if she did not wear this hideous thing, Malcom would be informed of Ruana's feelings for him. Ruana, not wanting to risk anything, reluctantly agreed; and here she was, dreading the great hall; dreading the look on Malcom's face; and worst of all, dreading Ellendie's diappointment. Elle had made a gorgeous gown and mask and shoes for Ruana, and she couldn't even wear them. Ruana felt horrible and selfish. She wanted to throw up. "Let's go!" Hope said brightly and jumped up, her skimpy jester costume shifting greatly to reveal too much. She skipped out the door, and Ruana trudged behind her. Down at the Great Hall, there were only a few people there. Ruana was able to get in without waiting. Hope sent her a look that said "I'll be watching you, so don't even THINK about taking that off," and disappeared into the small crowd. Scowling, Ruana looked down and attempted to do something with her top to make it less obnoxious, but only succeeded in making it worse. Maybe if she-- "MOOOOOOOO!"Ruana's attention snapped from her breasts to the source of the lowing cow. It was none other than Ike, and Ruana felt marginally better. If there was one person who looked dumber than Ruana thought she did, it was Ike. In her heels, Ruana hobbled over to the spotted creature and forced a small smile. "Hi, Ike," she said quietly. "Er...I...Nice costume." She game him a thumbs up. "Elle and Malcom here yet?" She asked and looked around, hoping not to see Elle. This would be tough to explain. Admin Edit: 2 Galleons Given by Scotchy
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Post by Gin on Oct 17, 2007 19:51:45 GMT -6
[[If you have not yet seen Malcom's new costume, I suggest you do it. Seriously.]]
Malcom pulled the white robe type cloth over his shoulders, struggling minorly with the sheer length of the unusual garment. After a few tries, he got it right and fluffed out the back of it across his thig-- Whoops. He groaned and pulled off and tossed it onto the bed in a crumpled heap. With a desperatly pathetic sigh and 'humph' noise, he dropped down on the wooden floor.
Immediatly, he rolled over, clutching his butt like it was trying to run away. His deep voice screeched through the open door, startling an older girl as she passed the hall. Had he seen the startled display, he might have laughed. But Malcom did not see this. He was too busy yelling something about his snake and pulling himself up on one of the poles at the corner of his bed.
The crumpled robe stared at him with an intelligence only a robe could have. Malcom glared back before deciding that the best way to make the robe happy was to let it ride his back. He smirked and tugged it on the right way.
His costume finally complete with the gay robe, Malcom strode out the door, kicking at the flasks and books the older girl was trying to gather up. She aimed a spell at his leg. To save words, Malcom ran out of the common room screaming and trying to tuck his ankle as close to his croch as he could.
The Great Hall was open and starting to fill up with the over-excited students in their rediculously simple costumes. Except the two girls who were disappearing into the crowd as Malcom stood at the edge. One was in tight leather and stiletto heals. The other brunette was in a small jester outfit that didn't reveal quite enough, in Malcom's opinion. He swallowed the water that began to accumulate in his drooping mouth. It was about this point that he saw Tight Leather again. She was speaking to a cow. This was not a usual occurance but Malcom was willing to try new things. He approached.
"Hey. Leather. Want me to help you get out of that thing?" He grinned though he was sure this question didn't need anything extra to convince the girl he was great in bed. "Ditch the heifer and we'll get started. Or on second thought, bring the beef along. I like a snack after I feed the snake. He stroked the snake head that emerged from his pants with a flashy wink. The corner of his mouth twitched up in a smile, almost as if he were mocking Leather for even thinking he wasn't talking about the cotton filled protrusion.
ADMIN EDIT: 2 Galleons, Given by Apple (I love Malcom. ;D )
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Post by .Scotchy. on Oct 28, 2007 17:59:48 GMT -6
Running late, Elle was rushing to get to her room. She had approximately five minutes to get to the ball if she wanted to be there on time. She knew she wasn't but she could still try. She had to dress two other girls besides herself. And her being so nice and all, she got to them first so they would be on time. She got a Belle ready, and a lovely Butterfly, both in amazing designs that she had made herself. Which was probably one of the most exciting things about tonight could be. Seeing other people dressed in her dresses, her costumes. It warmed her heart knowing that a lot of students liked her designs enough to ask her to make them stuff for the Masquerade. She found it would save them a lot of money, and she was pretty happy to pitch in. But pitching in had it's price to pay. With a lot of designing she had to do, she was getting T's in a certain class, Muggle Studies. But Ike, some how, helped her out of that glitch.
And there was another reason she was excited for tonight. Ike. She was glad to have him back, no one really knew about it yet, but they were (only ru had a semi- idea). And Elle had things on her mind, like maybe having some alone time with him. What they would do, she wasn't exactly sure, but she had some ideas. Thought she wasn't certain if she was exactly ready for those ideas. She was a virgin after all, and it would have to be pretty special, and with the right guy. Ike was the right guy, well for her, right?
Elle slipped out of her sweat pants, and shirt, getting into the undergarmets she needed for the dress she would be wearing tonight. After the garmets, she got on her dress. It was clear that she was trying to be a milk maid. The dress had a black corset with a flowery embroiderment on it, off the shoulder lace. Lace bosom. Little red rosette between her breasts. Black lace sash draped around her hips, and the skirt is a golden-yellow lacey frilly material. The dress did her body justice for sure. She looked at her hair in the mirror, scrunched up her nose some as she thought of a hair style, and then her golden hair came in curls, and a little past the middle of her back. She took a rose clip, and pinned up a bit of her right side of hair. She put on a black mask that hid her identity, not very well, but it gave the part of the 'masquerade'. Before she left, leaving her feet bare, she grabbed a tin pale to help the part of who she was protraying.
Elle made it about thirty minutes past the time the Masquerade party started, she looked around for her friends, and spotted them pretty quickly. Ike, in the cow suit she had graciously made him, Malcom in some tasteless perverted costume she was grateful her name was not on, and Ru.... not in the dress she made. Elle stopped walking like she had just gotten slapped in the face. Why wasn't Ru wearing her dress? Did she ruin it somehow? Did she just not like it? She bit her lip, ignoring the whole situation. Not tonight. Tonight was going to be perfect. And one small thing wasn't going to ruin it. Nope.
Ellendie made her way towards the group, pasted a smile on her face, and waved at the three of them. "'Ello."
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