HERO
11
Years Old
female
35 Posts
Princess Powerful
That's PRINCESS POWERFUL, jerkface!
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Post by Molly Hayes on Oct 21, 2014 19:10:16 GMT -5
Molly Hayes loved Halloween.
She had been looking forward to it all of September, and as soon as October hit, it was pumpkin hats and agonizing over what she wanted to be for trick or treating. She hadn't shut up about it all month. There were a billion things she could dress up as. She'd done her run as a princess, she'd been Dazzler a couple of times. This year, though, she had been wandering the aisles and happened across the most fantastic pair of fairy wings ever. They were glittery, they flapped when she bounced around, she just had to have them.
So she had spent the majority of the month begging anyone who would listen to get them for her, or to let her do an odd job for them, so she could eventually buy them herself. It had taken most of October, but the little Runaway was exceptionally proud of herself and her sparkly fairy wings. The rest of her costume was a thrift store find, a sort of princess-like dress, and so Molly had decided she was a fairy princess.
When the magical day came, Molly spent it staring outside and waiting for evening to come. It was hard all this waiting, but it would be worth it. Molly knew that things were wrong here. She was stuck, and so were all the adults, but holidays existed to let people forget the bad things. There was nothing better than Halloween to remind everybody that there were scarier things than being stuck in New York City.
Of course, Molly didn't quite understand the entire predicament.
The moment dinner was over the child had run back to her room to get ready for trick or treating. It was colder here than it was back home in California. The little girl pulled on leggings to wear under her dress to keep her warmer before she wiggled into her princess dress. She gave it a few good twirls, to make sure it was still working, and skidded around her room giggling. It was still fairly bright out, but the darkness would come fast, and Molly wanted to be ready!
Luckily Molly's costume wasn't super complicated. The girl pulled her wings on, like a backpack, and bounced experimentally in front of the mirror giggling as the wings flapped behind her. The finishing touches were a hat that looked like a giant acorn cap, which Molly plopped on the top of her messy hair, and some child glitter makeup on her cheeks. Feeling fantastically like a fairy princess, the little mutant did one last spinning twirl as she slipped on her shoes, snagged her pumpkin pail, and bounced out the door of her room.
She skipped into the common area with a gigantic smile on her face, that dropped as soon as she realized there was no one else in there. The child looked around the empty area, and then out the window in a panic. Had they left without her!?
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ANTI-HERO
12
Years Old
Male
106 Posts
Loki
Why do people always assume I'm lying?
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Post by Loki Laufeyson on Oct 28, 2014 16:09:17 GMT -5
 Samhain had changed a lot. Seriously. No longer was it about talking to dead ancestors and leaving them food and entertaining them. Instead it had changed to Hallow's Eve and finally Halloween. Which was admittedly a lot more of an interesting time for children, the boy thought as he examined his makeshift costume in the window. The city had a sever lack of blacksmiths which upset the boy when it came to his costume. There were tailors, though. So he could make use of them. Which was was what he did. They sowed him a tunic and a cape. And rest, Loki had to improvise with. Until he found out that there was a fancy dress shop. There he brought a helmet and wig as well as a surprisingly accurate hammer. By the time that Loki was dressed, Ikol was face-palming. Or beak-winging. Loki wasn't sure what it would be called when a magpie did that.
But with everything done, Loki was ready to see how else was celebrating the ancient festival in their modern way. He suspected that he would miss the fire. For some reason he just felt like there needed to be cleansing fire to go through. But this was not the case. It was a great shame. Staring in the mirror, Loki took in his costume. The boy was skinny and although the costume was tailored to him (thanks to Loki's gambling habit) it still showed. The helmet was at a slight angle because of the wig and the fake beard looked slightly ridiculous on him. In the end, Loki decided it was probably best to remove the beard and just look rather youthful. The cape was a tad long but that was how he meant it to be. The armour he had managed to polish up. It had taken a lot of work but finally he had managed to get the plastic to look like actual metal although nothing could be done about the silvery sleeves that were meant to denote armour.
Loki never ate with the others. He was slightly concerned and worried about showing his face infront of the heroes who were already kind enough to simply let him live in a room in the mansion. He couldn't impose on their hospitality any more. Instead, Loki looked around for his own food, brought stuff to eat immediately and cleaned up after himself on the rare occasions that he actually cooked. Everything was designed to keep him out of the attention of the others. So it wasn't too surprising that the child had skipped out on his meals in preparation for this evening. He could always buy something while on the procession. He had pockets in his costume and carried money.
Research showed that this time was now a game of trick or treat. From what Loki had read, it implied that one went to doors of decorated houses and knocked on the door. When it was answered, the guests would demand a 'trick or treat'. At this, the host should supply things of a sweet origin. If this request was not met, then it was down to the 'trick or treat'ers to play a trick on the inadequate host. And it was not allowed to use fire or eggs. This seemed to be the only rules and Loki thought they seemed to be OK. He would certainly enjoy them although things had changed a lot from how they used to be. He didn't think Asgard would approve.
But who was here to stop him?
"Hello, Princess," Loki had made it to the common area and had spotted Molly there. He had long ago decided to make a habit of greeting her as 'Princess' as she had said that it was he preferred superhero name.
"I see we have one of the woodland realm with us. A beautiful fae. It lightens my heart to see such beauty," Loki greeted, his tone slightly silly as he spoke although he tried to be serious. The boy had a fond place in his heart for Molly who he felt was under his guardianship somewhat after she had helped save him from the bullies before collapsing, exhausted.
((OOC: Hope this is OK.))
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