Acaeus Vertis arrived in the main party, which was the white house entrance hall. Music blaring with some old times tunes that Acaeus himself, didn't recognize, beside Samual in a grease looking outfit. Grinning over at his bud who had put much more time into his hair then Acaeus had. Despite that, his hair being laid back was quite grease looking anyway. The large old timer sunglasses didn't really suit him, he hated sunglasses, but it was part of the attire. In his other hand, a black comb that Acaeus used to carefully gel his hair back while he chomped down on some cigarette addiction gum. Black boots and tight blue jeans pulled off that Grease look with the authentic jackets already bought for him and his bud. Nudging him as he slid his hands into his jeans pockets, he gazed around underneath those sunglasses, gazing at all the faces with the music and costumes. "Think we're gonna win?" he asked Samual, smirking.
Samual was in tow with Acaeus, he felt rather outta place in his gettup, though it was something that he was reassured over and over again as being fun. His long strawberry blonde locks were slicked back and then done up in such a way that from what he was told was very popular in the 50s and 60s for teenaage boys. Walking along side of Aca, they were dressed rather similar, Blue jeans, black biker boots, white t-shirts, and black leather jackets. Though Sam didn't own one of his own, Aca seemed to have plenty and allowed him to borrow one. Resting upon his face, hiding those grey-blue eyes, were a pair of aviator sunglasses, those Sam did have as they were his favorite to wear. As he walked into the white house, he caught himself in the mirror and took a good first look at his appearance, his attire and look reminded him of that James Dean character that he heard so much about. Letting his sunglasses slid down upon his nose a bit, he turned and looked at Aca, "I sure hope so."
Turais had come early, but was seated by himself much like a wall flower out of the general activity. Due to his own costume, one would be hard pressed to recognise him if he were in the wheelchair. Specialy as his wheelchair was custom and not a typical generic design. He wore black pants, and a dark grey, if slightly purplish hoodie. The hood was mostly up so only a hint of his hair was able to be seen. His face though was covered by a blue mask. Featureless save for the eye holes. Eye holes which were covered with a black mesh to simulate a void blackness. And from the eye holes seemed to drip.. or had dripped.. streams of black tears. He had went simple with his own costume as he hadnt planned for it much. He was Eyeless Jack from a Creepypasta story. And the fact he say alone and seemed to just watch everyone else was just creepy. He tilts his head toward Acaeus and Samual when they showed up, but other then stareing from across the room he didnt give any other signs of>>
Turais: acknowledgement yet.
Ohanna was rather hesitant of coming to this shindig as she wasn't really much of a people kind of person outside of work. There she got her fill of human interaction, but he was rather hard pressed to be here, thanks to her boss. She really hadn't planned on much of anything, so she just stopped by the dollar store and picked up some car ears and drew on some whiskers with the eyeliner pencil she had. Wearing her old cocktail dress from when she worked at the Inferno, she really managed to put herself together. A little smokey eyed makeup. lip gloss, her short platnium blond locks done just right, then topped off with those kitty ears, she was set. As she entered in the White house, she looked around and found that she didn't know anyone, which in a way was a good thing as the last thing she needed was for her co-workers to see her in such an outfit.
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Samual |||
Ohanna |
Turais ||
Acaeus |||
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Samual was in tow with Acaeus, he felt rather outta place in his gettup, though it was something that he was reassured over and over again as being fun. His long strawberry blonde locks were slicked back and then done up in such a way that from what he was told was very popular in the 50s and 60s for teenaage boys. Walking along side of Aca, they were dressed rather similar, Blue jeans, black biker boots, white t-shirts, and black leather jackets. Though Sam didn't own one of his own, Aca seemed to have plenty and allowed him to borrow one. Resting upon his face, hiding those grey-blue eyes, were a pair of aviator sunglasses, those Sam did have as they were his favorite to wear. As he walked into the white house, he caught himself in the mirror and took a good first look at his appearance, his attire and look reminded him of that James Dean character that he heard so much about. Letting his sunglasses slid down upon his nose a bit, he turned and looked at Aca, "I sure hope so."
Turais had come early, but was seated by himself much like a wall flower out of the general activity. Due to his own costume, one would be hard pressed to recognise him if he were in the wheelchair. Specialy as his wheelchair was custom and not a typical generic design. He wore black pants, and a dark grey, if slightly purplish hoodie. The hood was mostly up so only a hint of his hair was able to be seen. His face though was covered by a blue mask. Featureless save for the eye holes. Eye holes which were covered with a black mesh to simulate a void blackness. And from the eye holes seemed to drip.. or had dripped.. streams of black tears. He had went simple with his own costume as he hadnt planned for it much. He was Eyeless Jack from a Creepypasta story. And the fact he say alone and seemed to just watch everyone else was just creepy. He tilts his head toward Acaeus and Samual when they showed up, but other then stareing from across the room he didnt give any other signs of>>
Turais: acknowledgement yet.
Ohanna was rather hesitant of coming to this shindig as she wasn't really much of a people kind of person outside of work. There she got her fill of human interaction, but he was rather hard pressed to be here, thanks to her boss. She really hadn't planned on much of anything, so she just stopped by the dollar store and picked up some car ears and drew on some whiskers with the eyeliner pencil she had. Wearing her old cocktail dress from when she worked at the Inferno, she really managed to put herself together. A little smokey eyed makeup. lip gloss, her short platnium blond locks done just right, then topped off with those kitty ears, she was set. As she entered in the White house, she looked around and found that she didn't know anyone, which in a way was a good thing as the last thing she needed was for her co-workers to see her in such an outfit.
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Samual |||
Ohanna |
Turais ||
Acaeus |||
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Hmm, tough one, but I think I'll go ahead and vote for Samuel here.
