Post by Cain Jiovanni on May 31, 2006 10:01:47 GMT -5
Cain bent closer to the mirror.
“Why in the hell would chicks wanna stand in front of this thing for hours,” he muttered under his breath, running the dark brown eyebrow pencil, that he’d stolen from his mom’s make-up bag, around the fake fur that had been applied to his face.
He stood up, admiring his handy work. Furry, mean looking, and scary. But he made it look good at least. What could Cain say; he’d always been really good at art.
“Perfect man,” he muttered to himself, pulling on the ripped up flannel shirt he’d taken to the food processor. So what if Tala made a big deal that he was only wearing half a shirt and there wasn’t one beneath it. Look how the girl’s dressed at Halloween.
“Okay, pants would be nice,” he said out loud, looking around for the severely ripped jeans he’d spent fifteen minutes on. It seemed he’d picked up the bad habit of walking around in his boxers. Finally pulling them out of the closet, he pulled them on, careful not to tear up the fur that covered his feet. Oh yes, barefoot all the way.
“Oh, one last thing.” He dashed to his dresser, pulling out a Sharpie. “Forgot my ‘sign’.” He hastily drew a star, marking a circle around it, before smearing it slightly. “Okay, all set.”
He skipped out of his room and into the hall, looking both ways, just to make sure Tala wasn’t standing there, before continuing down the stairs to grab the large box of food from the foyer.
“Food.”
“Check”
“Large keg of beer I’m not s’pose to have.”
“Check.”
He glanced around the basement. Okay, so he’d gone a little over board, he’d decorated and even taken the time to fix the big screen TV so he could put on a horror film or two. Plus the music.
“Oh, shit, the music,” he muttered as he remembered that he hadn’t rigged the second set of speakers yet.
After fixing the sound system and turning it on. All anxiety was gone. Well, all but the worry of people not showing.
He dimmed the lights; leaving the random other lights to do the job, just as he was about to put in a movie, the door bell rang.
He bounded to the steps. "Coming!" He dashed up the stairs, pulling open the door to see a hord of people from school, all dressed up.
"Glad you could make it Chris," He replied, with a grin, as he stepped aside to allow them to pass.
"Yeah, man, you think we would miss a party?" The boy in the front said, "None the less one that you threw...yeah right."
"Down the hall, to your right, first door on the left." He replied, as Chris led his group into basement.
Let the party begin.
“Why in the hell would chicks wanna stand in front of this thing for hours,” he muttered under his breath, running the dark brown eyebrow pencil, that he’d stolen from his mom’s make-up bag, around the fake fur that had been applied to his face.
He stood up, admiring his handy work. Furry, mean looking, and scary. But he made it look good at least. What could Cain say; he’d always been really good at art.
“Perfect man,” he muttered to himself, pulling on the ripped up flannel shirt he’d taken to the food processor. So what if Tala made a big deal that he was only wearing half a shirt and there wasn’t one beneath it. Look how the girl’s dressed at Halloween.
“Okay, pants would be nice,” he said out loud, looking around for the severely ripped jeans he’d spent fifteen minutes on. It seemed he’d picked up the bad habit of walking around in his boxers. Finally pulling them out of the closet, he pulled them on, careful not to tear up the fur that covered his feet. Oh yes, barefoot all the way.
“Oh, one last thing.” He dashed to his dresser, pulling out a Sharpie. “Forgot my ‘sign’.” He hastily drew a star, marking a circle around it, before smearing it slightly. “Okay, all set.”
He skipped out of his room and into the hall, looking both ways, just to make sure Tala wasn’t standing there, before continuing down the stairs to grab the large box of food from the foyer.
“Food.”
“Check”
“Large keg of beer I’m not s’pose to have.”
“Check.”
He glanced around the basement. Okay, so he’d gone a little over board, he’d decorated and even taken the time to fix the big screen TV so he could put on a horror film or two. Plus the music.
“Oh, shit, the music,” he muttered as he remembered that he hadn’t rigged the second set of speakers yet.
After fixing the sound system and turning it on. All anxiety was gone. Well, all but the worry of people not showing.
He dimmed the lights; leaving the random other lights to do the job, just as he was about to put in a movie, the door bell rang.
He bounded to the steps. "Coming!" He dashed up the stairs, pulling open the door to see a hord of people from school, all dressed up.
"Glad you could make it Chris," He replied, with a grin, as he stepped aside to allow them to pass.
"Yeah, man, you think we would miss a party?" The boy in the front said, "None the less one that you threw...yeah right."
"Down the hall, to your right, first door on the left." He replied, as Chris led his group into basement.
Let the party begin.
