Post by Claudius Galloway on Jul 18, 2021 12:12:01 GMT -5
Tonight Claude was hosting a party in the woods at the tree house. It had been years since he actually went to a party. This one was going to be special. He was going to try to invite everyone he met in Forks so far. He sent out an invitation in the group text and told them Ronaldo knew where he was staying. It was in the forest at the old tree house. I was nothing special. A pair of leather pants hung on the wall, which looked like they had been stashed there for a while.
He had been planning to have a party, he has his skittle candies to share with all his friends. They were to bring whatever else they wanted but he wanted them to bring bananas. Why bananas because they are the world's most cheerful fruit. He didn't eat food, didn't drink alcohol and the skittles treats never had an effect. The best part would be spending time with everyone, dressed as a banana.
Last Edit: Jul 19, 2021 8:00:00 GMT -5 by Natasha Black
Post by Cloud Crestfall on Jul 18, 2021 13:19:50 GMT -5
Cloud wore a headband with a knife sticking out of it. It looked like he had been cleaved in the brain and he walked towards the Tree house that Claudius now lived in. He had stolen it from Feather's prop collection and then just tossed some fake blood and red ink on himself; very uninspired for costumes. If Claude wanted something better, he'd have to dress him. Him or that other big guy he said owned the shop who was going for Hula girl. Hula girl made him almost spit out laughing for a second; his friend was probably super annoyed even if he was messing around with Tash.
Once before Catcher had taken him here. It was where they had come to an understanding about phasing while being very different breeds of shapeshifter. Since then it was fixed up, patched up and he knew it was a joint effort from Seth, Catcher and Claude; it looked decent, he could live here if he wasn't so unable to handle being in the middle of nowhere with no weed, no live concerts. This was a strange hangout, but he could see it being a useful stop in the forest.
His button down shirt was open all the way down, revealing an entire body of tattoos, quarter length shorts with lewd bananas flashing themselves and skater shoes. That morning when the group text happened, he was already slightly out of it but now it was party time and he couldn't miss out. Claude also had connections to the best random pills on the market and he was going to give him some of his weird banana flavoured LSD; it was a banana themed, banana for all party after all. Shrugging to himself, he pulled out the little bag of pale yellow pellets and held it up, shaking it in the plastic to make a rusty noise as he approached Claude's home.
He took the blunt from his mouth that was wafting fragrance and called in his low, placid voice. "Claude! I got here early, where you at?"
Post by Claudius Galloway on Jul 18, 2021 14:02:05 GMT -5
Claude had been hanging bananas tied to string from the branches above when Cloud arrived. They were not only for decoration but would be good bait for the real Bigfoot if it was around. The first time he had met the wolf pack that was awesome. Then in the woods talking to vampire babe he met the mountain lions and knocked the awesome level up to full throttle. Here I was just a weirdo who was a vampire and way out there hanging with others that might have been his natural enemies. They weren't his enemies though they accepted him for all his quirks and hair brained ideas.
Seeing Cloud was the first to show up, he looked down at him studying his costume. Claude was happy that he had been in sort of costume,heaven if it looked like he barely put any wok into it. Claude jumped down right in front of Cloud. Landing with a thump. There he was in all his glory and giant yellow banana wearing a cowboy hat and red clown nose. He looked in Could hand seeing the bag of yellow pills, he could smell the banana sent coming off of them." I guess your really here to parrrttty. Sweet!"
Soon the other should start arriving, and Claude was surprised to see him come along alone. Feather was probably on her way with some of the others. "You have already got into some of these, have you?" Claude smirked knowing Cloud likes to party.
Post by Cloud Crestfall on Jul 18, 2021 14:41:13 GMT -5
Cloud actually bashfully laughed when he was reminded how much he did party. He noticed Claude was a little distracted and looking around for others; probably expecting Feather would have arrived with him. "Ah, my sister went to the costume shop. She's probably with Tash. I don't expect them to be that quick." Putting a hand on Claude's shoulder, he dropped the bag into his hands so that he'd have to catch it. Then he shook him slightly and stared into his eyes with a psychotic look on his face that only looked crazier with the blood and rubbed knife in his head. "When is it not a party with me?!" It was not like he wore these banana pants out; he wore them at home and Feather could barely look at him. They were just all over his thighs, butt, holding their peels, a suggestive perverted look on their face; she hated it. He got it just to irritate her; he also had a pajama shirt with geckos boning on them but he didn't get to see her reaction half the day he passed out.
"So, why bananas?" He held out the joint to Claude in case he wanted a hit, but the man already looked like he was on some psychedelic out of this cosmos material and Cloud looked him slowly, up and down. "Banana cowboy clown?" There was skepticism in his tone, in his eyes as he squinted and then broke from the stare, holding himself trying not to spit out his guts; hungry, high and hysterical as always. Straightening up, he wiped all the red liquid dye randomly on his face as he tried to get himself together and help move this night along. "I like it. What else you need?"
Post by Claudius Galloway on Jul 18, 2021 15:36:21 GMT -5
Claude listen to his dapper tattooed friend as he mentioned that his sister was coming with Tash. "Of course she is coming with RainbowSprinkle. That was her stripper name. I'll have to tell you about that sometime." Claude had many weird encounters with the locals so far and he actually really like it. He waved off the joint that was offered his way but he gladly received the bag of yellow drugs vitamins.he was going to grab bags full of different things for all his friends to take home if they wanted. If he couldn't enjoy them might as well watch the chaos his friends would inevitably spiral into.
"You don't know it is a banana party. Go bananas,go nuts...and they are the world's happiest fruit. Turn them on the side and they smile." Claude began to laugh. It wasn't really a good theme for a party, it was just another crazy oddball idea he got. His head was always full of them. He liked to keep life interesting.It was glad to see that Cloud appreciated his costume but got the idea wrong. " I'm a red nosed texan in a banana suit duh." He walked over to the tree house door and pushed it open. There were a few lawn chairs to put out so placing the bag or yellow specials down on the table. Grabbing them all in one movement he walked back out the door. " You can set these up. So how many of you beasties coming?"
Post by Natasha Black on Jul 19, 2021 8:58:08 GMT -5
Tash had been out running in the woods on her wolf form. At some point she must have got tired because he had woken up in the goat barn at the petting zoo. Luckily it was closed for the day and the barn was well stocked with food because if someone came along they would have gotten a shock finding a naked girl hiding behind some hay bales. It would have been pretty embarrassing,she knew she could just phase and run home but she sent out a text instead.
She was headed to Catcher's but at some point must have stopped to rest. It was a slightly foggy. She sat for a moment wondering about her next move when she got a reply from Catcher who agreed to come get her. She remained hidden but it didn't take long for him to arive. she was oh so glad he did,she had developing feeling for him but she didn't want to seem like she was.It was going to be hard for her not to get attached but she wasn't ready for anything too serious. Not after the last few years. Right now she was happy how the direction of her life was going. Needing to get home but in need something to cover up in she ended up gettig Catcher to hand over his t-shirt. Being tiny enough was able to wear it like a mini dress she got him to drop her off close by so Rob would hear her seaking back in her window.
The night before she had started a group text wanting to party but ending up on patrol instead. she guessed they were all busy talking about something because her phone would stop going off and it was getting very distracting. Claude had decided to throw a party and mentioned costumes and BYOB.
She got dressed and headed out to the antique/costume shop to meet Feather there. They quickly picked out their costumes for the evening and headed back to her place to get ready.
…….. later that day…..
Dressed in a tiny leather dress and boots that sat mid-thigh Natasha had a whip tied to her waist and was walking through the woods linked armed with Feather. They both looked very beautiful even on costumes as they strolled up to the tree house Cloud was already there. She let go of Feather’s arm with intent to tease her brother. Walking up behind Cloud She wrapped the whip around his neck from behind and pulled him close. "You better be a good boy tonight or you're going to be punished." She couldn’t stay serious for long and ended up bursting into laughter.
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Post by Cloud Crestfall on Jul 19, 2021 11:31:07 GMT -5
Cloud contained himself, surprised and impressed that Tash had been stripping with Claude; it piqued his curiosity and he thought of no better time to ask since no one else was here yet. Once the others arrived, and he didn’t know whether this was an expansive list since Claude had many ‘encounters’ with many ‘things’, he was going to be busy popping bottles in the ice. The treehouse was some covert operation that contained valuable items of self-destruction and party time; he was pretty excited even if they might all be banana shaped.
”Oh!”His surprise turned into shock; he had no idea how much sense it could make to have a banana party but once Claude explained it, he found it hilarious and realized the vampire was actually really smart. He just had very unconventional thoughts and took the road less traveled with the way he perceived things; Cloud found it more appealing to hang out with him now, believing they could have some extraordinary adventures. It would be like being with someone permanently in his own world; wasn’t that what all the drugs were for? Claude might just become a new drug addiction; this tended to happen with everyone he knew at some point in their relationship.”I think I know what that means but I don’t…”
Muttering, he picked the blunt from between his lips and watched Claude open the door to pull out chairs, seeing the interior for the first time. ”I dunno… how many people did you invite… Do you even know who you invited?” He asked loudly up in his direction and proceeded to make his way up when a thick, slithering black rope swung around his neck; he almost freaked out but had no time to even jump. It was frequent he wasn’t always attentive to his surroundings and the choking sensation began to scare him as he went through waves of stupor and euphoria. Instinctively, his hands went to the leather, pulling to free himself and prevent it from constricting, pulled a few steps back; that was when he heard her whisper seductively then burst into annoying giggles. He frowned and looked displeased, relaxing and taking a large smoke; she always made him need to de-stress.
”How about you be a good girl and I won’t punish you?” Turning, snaking whip still around his neck, he glared at her, frowning quickly while emphasizing his words and rolled his eyes, pulling slightly as his head lulled backwards in frustration. ”You know I’m into this shit right?” Cloud suddenly smirked smugly, reversing her logic and admitting that he did like this type of domination, submission play; it didn’t cross his mind how strange it was to be saying it to her, in front of his sister. Feather had seen him with his groupies after a performance; she only had to see that once to see it all. Seeing the handle to the whip in her hand, he took it from her and stepped back, beginning to unravel it from her snare but intending to crack it across her ass for a perfect end to her outrageous behaviour.
Post by Catcher Reeves on Jul 20, 2021 0:13:43 GMT -5
His phone was still blowing up with texts, more spaced out than in the morning but it seemed that group chat was immortal now. Muting it, he found it irresistible to check whenever someone made a new comment and it dragged out everything he was doing throughout the day. Not wanting to go to the costume shop, he still complied with what Claude had wanted; wear a costume. He made a promise that he would come so he may as well make efforts; party or no party he was in an extremely good mood since getting into the barn where Natasha was naked. Appreciative was an understatement to her not telling him until he arrived. Out of the indulging generosity, he had let Natasha choose whatever she wanted him to be.
The path to the tree house had been walked a hundred times before. It didn’t take long for him to make his way to the pet project that turned out more amazing than any of them anticipated; he would stay here with Claude if it wasn’t unbearably smelly and bubbly being around him. It wasn’t his fault being the vampire he was, but little doses were a good remedy or else he would end up joining the alien, bigfoot search party club; step back into nerd and tin foil hat territory. There were things out there, just like them who were supernatural but he wasn’t going to run around believing everything anyone told him. Perhaps if he lived a hundred years, he’d try Claude’s way of the world. Sometimes they made up stuff just to throw Claude off and see if he would ever figure out their pranks; it was a bit mean coming from Cloud but it was also from a place of love. He never wanted Claude to change and he had repeated this to himself; he was special and no one but his friends would be allowed to touch that innocence.
”Clo-…” He was relatively shocked at what he walked in on. Natasha was in a completely black, tight, shiny latex costume that looked like a mix of lingerie and a little black dress leaving both little and a lot to the imagination. Cloud was in his ugly, perverse banana pants, looking like he survived some horror camp after ‘Jason’ was done with him, blunt in mouth. The only thing connecting them was a braided whip, half coiled around Cloud’s neck and the handle in his hand; he definitely didn’t do that to himself and he tried immensely to suppress a grin on top of a sarcastic, burning remark. He wasn’t ignorant of the strange chemistry between them and though it was troubling, he couldn’t let himself feel envious or jealous; the more she deliberately reminded him of her newfound freedom, the farther he drifted away from making himself more permanent in her life. He believed Natasha wanted to remain a distanced yearning and he was only to her, a cosmic shift in love choices; and he knew that Cloud was oblivious, destined for greatness where beautiful women would consume him. It left him finding uninvited solace in Feather's spirituality.
”Claude?” Catcher called up, not really wanting to insert himself between his friends, expecting Cloud to have too much fun with the sadistic tool; he knew Cloud had a weakness for dominating girls and he just shook his head slowly, watching them as Claude fussed around arranging chairs and bananas. He would never, ever introduce Donna to him; that was just being sensible. ”I told you I’d make it…” Displaying himself, hands outstretched, tilting his head with his weight shifted to one side, he looked at Claude and smiled lazily, pretty comfortable in this skin. He was as laissez-faire as if he was already high, despite being fully sober. ”I hope you’re happy.” Nestled in his un-styled grungy hair was a feminine floral hairband with a glittering spiral horn surrounded by pastel flowers and a wreath of streaming mix of reflective and velvet ribbon; it had two small, ivory, furry equine ears. What would he ever have done without Seth having these random Leah belongings; he had agreed in exchange for what occurred on the Prom night, he would allow Seth to poke his eye with Kohl liner. It was some respite Seth was actually good at it but not good enough to put false lashes on him. Catcher was still in one of his purposefully torn shirts with a necklace and earrings but this was a faint tie dye, so faint it wasn’t typical to the design; thin and cut out largely at the sleeves.
Momentarily he rubbed his face, understanding what he had gotten himself into, slightly hesitant in a coy demeanor though unabashed to wear a pale rainbow tutu over cut off shorts. If Donna were here, she’d be very proud of him; she might have given him the confidence to be cool in any situation. He was a unicorn and he worked it. Taking the steps up to the tree house so he was next to Claude, he took a deep breath and said suspiciously.”…I don’t even wanna know how you got all these bananas.” Touching a string of bananas that garlanded the house and the balcony railing all around into the trees; he looked incredulously on at the biggest banana heist of the century.
Last Edit: Jul 20, 2021 8:57:23 GMT -5 by Catcher Reeves
Post by Feather Crestfall on Jul 20, 2021 8:14:18 GMT -5
Feather hadn't been doing much all day since hearing Tash woke up in a goat barn, she was willing to go bring her clothes and help her get home but within a few minutes Catcher had already replied and was on his way. He was like her knight in shimmering armor ready to help her wherever she needed it. Their fates were tied in such a way even Feather couldn't figure her out. She had to ask Tash about her brush with death and consult the spirits, in the future it may be linked to that.
As the morning went on Feather started thinking about costume ideas an on one came to mind. She would dress up as an oracle. She had her own idea on how she would plan her costume, her main piece would be her crystal encrusted coyote skull as a head piece. It was so beautiful but oddly a good representation of her dark side also. She would find a way to fix it to her head later after going to the costume shop for more supplies with Tash. Evey would look so beautifully designed a bit witchy mixed with her eccentricness.
When it was time for the party she and Tash drove over together and walked with their arms linked in the woods. Tash wouldn’t admit it but Feather though the boots were a little too much to be wearing in the woods they messed with gracefulness, she was usually like a little pixie these boots made her stand taller but weighed down her strides. When Tash let go of her and walked over to the whip in hand Feather rolled her eyes. Sure Tash was just having a bit of fun with her costume. They actually came up with the idea to tease him a little tonight. I was Cloud's reaction that was off putting.
Fixing her own outfit,she wore brown animal skin, a skirt that was short in front and long and flowing in the back. She had decided to go shoeless and wore necklaces of bones and Animal teeth. Her long gray hair was tossed and messy with the skull sitting font and center on the top of her head,like it always belonged there. She was too focused on herself to see Catcher walk in and when she did her whole mood changed he definitely would win the costume contest for tonight if there was one. Claude would be happy, he had a unicorn at the party.
Walking up Cloud she took the handle of the whip from his hand." She was just playing with you, no need for a scene. Catcher has provided one for us". Feather let go of the whip leaving it on the ground at her feet. It was plausible having Tash play with Cloud was a bit too much stimulation for him.
Walking over to Catcher she listen as he called up to Claude placed her hand on his shoulder all her fingers were adorned with her crystal rings; these were all black stoned one. " You make a very pretty unicorn, I can see how caring you are for your friends' happiness." She ran her clawed finger down the side of his neck and stopped around where his heart should be." Don't worry about what's going on over there, I kind of asked her to mess with him a bit. Don't let it weigh on your beautiful heart." Feather removed her finger from his chest and called up to Claude herself, her voice high picked like a little bell. "This banana idea is great biodegradable decor, good choice."
Post by Claudius Galloway on Jul 20, 2021 8:58:25 GMT -5
He dumped the chair and ran back up the trees. He could still easily hear from where he was. "Bananas was used as a term for crazy back in day way before you time kiddo." In no time RainbowSprinkles showed up and was having some fun with Mr.Druglord. She brought the delicate little Feather with her. Each girl was superbly dressed, they had the right idea for costumes. He was watching the entertainment between Tash and Cloud from above not really noticing that Ronaldo himself had shown up. When he did his mouth fell open. He could believe his eyes. Ronaldo was a unicorn, what a brilliant idea. He now wished he had made the party a unicorn party instead it made so much more sense.
Jumping down he landed face to face with Catcher mouth still open with a shocked expression on his face. "Of course I'm happy, you freaking unicorn Ronaldo! Best dressed all around. I'm not sure what the other two were thinking," Claude gave Catcher a hard pat on the back. He said looking over at Cloud and Tash. "You two are dressed to impress, like a creepy princess. I love it."
He took Feather’s hand and spun her around in a circle checking out her costume from every angle . "I didn't pick them for their ability to rot in three days, I thought maybe they were luring in a Bigfoot. Not the hairless one though. He is kind of creepy." Claude really wanted to meet one. He was starting to think there was a conspiracy going on with Bigfoot, the unicorns and the aliens; they all had to be involved. "Do you two think unicorns are stolen by Bigfoots? Watch your back tonight buddy. You could be in danger."
Post by Natasha Black on Jul 21, 2021 7:14:16 GMT -5
Natasha didn't expect what happened next, she had he whip firmly but not too constricting around Cloud's neck and he was still able to spin himself around to face her, asking her to be a good girl and she won't be punished. She could feel his warm breath on her skin, the smell of weed filled her nose. When Cloud mentioned he was into that kind of play, Tash bit her lip and stood there not knowing what to say. "Well I'm..." before she could finish speaking Feather walked taking the whip and rescued her from saving anything that might have been used against her in the future.
Trying to take a step forward to escape Cloud she realized her boot had gotten stuck in between some tree roots. It was probably not the best idea to wear something so elaborate into the woods.She pulled her foot harder to get the boot ton release it did but she ended up tripping over herself and she reahed out grabbed at whatever to steady herself. Doing so she grabbed a handful of Cloud's shirt and pulled him down with her onto the uneven ground.She landed on top of him, one boot on the other completely off and her body was pressed up against his. This would have been a time to say some things smart or even sexy but she didn't have any of that in her right now. His face was incredibly close to his."Sorry." The word linger on her lips for a second before she could get few more out. She hadn't been this clumsy in a while and should have remembered that nothing good came from her wearing heels." ..Thanks for cushioning my fall though." She blinked at Cloud half smiling for a moment until she heard a familiar voice.
Turning her head to no longer face Cloud,she saw Catcher had arrived and she quickly pushed against his chest and scrambled to sit up . Hoping he just didn't see her fall all over Cloud like she did. He was standing near Feather Claude and had just jumped out of the trees. She couldn’t believe her eyes,she had suggested Catcher was a unicorn but didn't think he even went through with it. She chucked to herself internally before slipping her fallen boot back on her leg and getting up. She grabbed the whip and coiled it up back in her hands. She looked over at Cloud saying sorry one more time before straightening her outfit and walking over to Claude. Being careful where she stepped.
She jumped right into the conversation like she hadn't missed a beat."Don't you worry Claude I wouldn't let anyone steal this beautiful beast away from me tonight." She looked up at all the bananas and made a mental note not to come back to this part of the woods for a few days. She hated bananas and the smell of rotting bananas always turned her stomach but for now though it actually gave the canopy a pop of colour. "This place is really going to stink in a few days."
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Post by Cloud Crestfall on Jul 21, 2021 22:39:03 GMT -5
Cloud frowned deeply when Feather stepped forward and snatched the whip out of his grasp. She was a spoil sport and he should've seen that coming. He had wanted to hear what Tash had to say in retaliation but even that was cut short; now he would never find out and he didn't even know why he said the things he did in the first place. This was no fun.
Gesturing with his hands and the blunt at Feather as she left, his mouth was open, annoyed; it looked like he would flip his own sister off but he didn't. Then when he turned back to face the dominatrix, she fell into him and he was stuck collapsing onto the ground. How random and fast that happened was all the more irritating.
The soil was hard, firm with grass and pebble. He grimaced, wincing from everything hitting the floor by surprise, no resistance or even a stumble. Lifting his head off the ground, he looked down at the girl who was strangely not embarrassed, paused and looking at him blankly on top of him. Cloud groaned audibly, ringing a wrist that had tried to support his fall and did nothing but hurt his hands. ”You could’ve done this on a bed you know.” It was a joke, tinged with sarcasm and yet there was some truth in it; he taunted her and began rubbing the lower area of his back and his butt as he moved to try to sit up a little, his shirt splayed out, supporting himself on his elbows until she would get off.
She scrambled, making a short apology that was lacking in sincerity, flat and not a trace of humiliation as he rolled his eyes at her thanks. "Yea, sure, clutz." He said dismissing everything that just occurred, turning to his side as she sat up and put her slender black boots back on. "You know those stilettos are probably not going to help you here." Saying so, he still eyed them; attracted to the design and to her overall appearance in the costume. He had a hard time expressing that without being overly forward, and simultaneously an asshole about calling her names so there was nothing more to say about it.
"You know you don't have to impress him this way right?" Covering up his blunder, he started to think carefully about how to redirect the situation; he was more awkward than she was now that even his sister knew he was overly stimulated by toys and new shiny things. What he said didn’t really make sense; he already knew she didn’t want to be with anyone in particular, including his friend and he too, had no intention of getting into anything with her. It wasn’t really about Natasha, he was just drawn to instant gratification and surprises. She appeared to be in a sudden rush, flustered, different to a second ago and he turned to look in the direction she was; immediately he understood and his eyes widened. Even her second apology sounded more honest.
The blunt had dropped somewhere and he got on his knees, patting the floor to find it as quickly as possible; it was still smoking and he stuffed it back into the corner of his mouth and made a muffled holler.”A unicorn?!” All the thoughts before went out the window, he scrambled faster than she did, exclaiming and jogging over to the base of the treehouse, looking up at Catcher, Feather and Claude. ”You didn’t tell me…” He was beyond amused, hyping up and remembering what had transpired in the text messages.”Claude I told you my girlfriend is real.” Laughing until he cried a little, watery eyed, he ran up the steps, touching all the bananas strung up along the way, listening to Tash speak but making his way past her. He hadn’t even known his sister could be so quiet leaving him for their company and he put his arms around Feather and Catcher, hugging them together so they squished. ”Claude give them some banana pills!”
Post by Catcher Reeves on Jul 22, 2021 0:19:54 GMT -5
As Feather came up to the tree house, he watched her curiously, ever step she took giving him time to notice something in her costume that adorned her. She was the most organic of them all; her wardrobe choice was very unusual and unique. It reminded him of Nordic seers and shamanic garb; something that elevated the concept of costume. The detailing and unique accessories were weathered, authentic and made her belong in these cold, gloomy woods; she appeared to have walked out of a myth, born ethereal.
He had never seen anything like it in person and couldn’t take his eyes off her, making note of every visionary item. ”Thanks…” Startled by her physical touch, he felt the slither of her coiffed finger trace his throat perilously down to his heart. He watched her, surprise in his eyebrows and confusion that she mentioned Natasha’s behaviour as something she directed; this was not like her at all. There was something going on here between both women that just messed with his head the same conspiratorial way in chat and Cloud was the most useless informant ever, even when he lived with one of them.
Catcher smiled faintly at her, nodding slowly once, acknowledging her comment and reciprocating, genuinely believing what he said. ”You look beautiful.” He respected her artistic style, her motivation and her talents; they had a lot in common but he never showed it. On another plane he hoped she understood psychically. Mentioning nothing of what weighed on him, he felt lighter from her words and shrugged it off mentally; adapting to the socialization. ”It is clever. I think Claude’s going to eat everything before it degrades though.”
With a heavy thud, Claude swung down from a branch and landed in front of him; trembling the floorboards of the suspended house. It made him flinch, and he motioned Feather backwards as Claude spoke enthusiastically. The eccentric vampire had a heavy hand, a strong arm that slapped him on the back and he lurched forward slightly, fringe falling into his face, glad to have made the right impression with the costume. ”Everyone looks good, even you Claude. Since you’re a banana, you should be more worried Bigfoot will kidnap you... luring him with all this.” Studying his costume up and down, he couldn’t really pinpoint what he was going for but he made no assumptions other than the mass of yellow he was wearing. He turned his gaze onto the immense number of bananas and the curve of his smile grew. Hoping there was no costume contest, he wasn’t there to be the centre of attention and the idea brought his interest back to Feather.
”The priestess of the moon here will protect me… and probably Cloud... or Natasha’s whip. If I disappear it’s just because of invisibility powers.” Jesting, he was a wolf in unicorn clothing and his smile was infinite, boyish and almost a soft classic smirk. He enjoyed dry humour with Claude; he was so naïve, half the time his responses made Catcher question himself. The idea of Xion being the hairless bigfoot was a repetitive joke he could not get over and internally he laughed every time it was brought up; unfortunate for his wolf brother.
Voices distracted him, pained and odd from down below. Automatically, he looked to the origin of the sound and witnessed Natasha trip into Cloud, a plain unreadable expression on her face. She used to occasionally do clumsy things but that had been years ago and he was never there to help her; it was someone else’s job. This time, he was in the wrong place again but it seemed better this way. Just observing, he sighed and leaned against the railing of the deck they stood upon as his friends talked in their accident. He looked away after a while before Natasha had seen him watching, touching a raw cut crystal on Feather’s elaborate headrest, inadvertently transferring his own energy to it and retracting his hand as soon as it crossed his mind. He didn’t turn back to see the pair in a heap, hearing Natasha call up to Claude, raising an eyebrow when she mentioned beautiful beast, seeming perturbed everyone was noticing him more than usual. ”Tash, they’d take you before they’d take me. Look at you…”
Covering his insecurity and lack of interaction with Natasha, he proclaimed from the balcony edge, spinning around effortlessly, gesticulating with a show of hands that ended up resting on the rail, laid back and assuring her. She was that girl he had impure thoughts about that stemmed from some mysterious infatuation and intense sexual desire. All the boys in the pack had talked about her, all the boys in school put her on a pedestal, gave her a reputation, imagined her because she was taken and now it was worse they had kissed. It didn’t help that she seemed to project an opening for him that he wasn’t sure he should take; she was a devil’s trap, a double edged blade and he was fixated with what she could show him, all that she could give him. Waiting around uncharacteristically, badly obsessed with the game; it was all in his head that he wouldn’t let himself give in to the chase.
A crackling shout from Cloud and he looked upwards to the sky, calmly but reluctantly anticipating his presence to arrive shortly in a tornado. It was a matter of seconds, the stomping mountain lion ran up toward them and as Catcher rotated to meet him, he was smashed into his tall frame, colliding with Feather, inhaling all of Cloud’s ganja cologne. ”Cloud I didn’t tell you- …mmphf …because you get like this...” He broke from his clamping group hug, backing away and scratching the side of his face where it had been tickled by Feather’s waterfall of hair. ”And I’m not your girlfriend…” Starting his sentence fed up, he rubbed his face and looked at Cloud, beginning to chuckle as he added, crossing his arms, infected by his childishness; inseparable, insults were due. ”You’d make a terrible boyfriend.”
Last Edit: Jul 22, 2021 0:28:35 GMT -5 by Catcher Reeves
Post by Rafael Wolfe on Jul 22, 2021 8:10:04 GMT -5
Raphael didn't know why he was even going to Claude's party. His friend asked him to come, so he obliged. He had been added to a text thread by someone and even though he didn't pay attention to it, because most of Claude’s friends were weird and always talked about stuff he didn't understand. They were probably costume related or they were all just as crazy as his friend.
Digging though his costume at the back, Raf wanted to pick one that would impress a girl he had his eye on. She was a raven haired beauty. Tall and athletic looking,her smile lit up like diamonds and looking into her eyes there was like an unending universe. He had learned her name was Veronica, it didn't do her justice, she was as beautiful as the sky at sunset.
Finding what he thought was a funny costume, one he could wear without a shirt, to show off his tattoos and evey rippling muscle. Raf found a pair of pants that had a mermaid scale pattern on them. He is the world's most muscular merman. He wanted a bit of glitter around his cheekbones but decided not to. It would take months to get out of his beard He let his hair down, letting it flow around his shoulders,giving it a shake so it sat naturally.
He wasn't really giving directions to this tree house so he parked his car on the side of the road and watched to see if others in costume we're moving through the woods. His eyes finally fell on a man who looked like he got in a fight with a little girl at a tea party and ended up being forced to be a unicorn in the end. He followed him tromping through the woods. How was this other dude walking in the woods so gracfully? He recognized him from the strip club. Raf was there picking up costumes that Claude had barrowed and need to be cleaned.That night this guy had married his girlfriend, he was done with her after that.It was all to much finding out that she was a stripper and all over other guys. He should have been enough for her. It was a blessing, though that night he had seen Veronica for the first time. Time stopped when he saw her and he ened things with Candi before he even left the building.
There was non resentment or bad blood between him a pony boy. Raf just found his costume choice He was dressed more masculine then. He must have been trying to impress someone himself or maybe just surprise Claude; he was always talking about unicorns and a bunch of other weird stuff.
Stumbling into a clearing he saw a bunch of bananas all over the tree tops and wondered how it was even possible to get them up that high. There was a small group of people here so far. None in which was the girl that had stopped him in his tracks the night at the club. He yelled out in Claude’s direction when he saw him " Yo Claude, this is the weirdest place to throw a party, why so secluded?"
Last Edit: Jul 22, 2021 8:21:02 GMT -5 by Rafael Wolfe
Post by Veronica Call on Jul 22, 2021 13:40:26 GMT -5
”How did I get stuck going to a costume party again?” Veronica had a date with swimming pool, pizza, wine and watching her favorite rom-com movies: The Proposal and Letters to Juliet. Her love life was at a standstill or no where to be found. One good thing came out of it though, she’s learning to love herself for the first time in years. So when she read that Claude is hosting a party, she figured it was going to be insane. Anytime Claude is involved, she gets scared knowing where is he getting all this information from and believes unicorns are real. Everyone went through a phase of imaginary friends and the way Claude is talking, he probably never left that phase and it made it worse as he’s a vampire. She heard that when they become vampires, things are heightened. She could only imagine what is going through that vampire’s mind.
Veronica groaned as she could not find a costume to wear for the party and turned her room upside down. Only thing she was able to find in her closet was burgundy long cape, knee high boots, and sheer lace stockings on hand. She did not want to be hula girl again nor she wanted to be a troll. It would have been easy to be a troll since I’m already trolling people. Veronica laughed at her own thought as she went into Alice and Rosalie’s room to raid their closet. Rosalie had good taste but it screamed elegance; so did Alice’s closet. Man, they have so many clothes. A red outfit caught her eye, it was back of the closet paired with gloves. She pulled it out and fell in love with how it looks. ”This is perfect! Thanks Rosalie.”
Hour later, Veronica find herself looking at herself in the mirror and she did not recognize who was staring back at her. She didn’t touch her short hair as they were already waved, soft neutral make up on her face, and her outfit was on point. Red corseted midriff with a white ruffled neckline and a full, black satin-trimmed mini skirt, long satin cape was tried around her shoulder, black hand-arm gloves and now all she needs is a small knife maybe a toy? She didn’t want to come off of as a dark red riding hood that came to a party after eating her grandma. Smiling at the outcome of the outfit, Veronica left the Cullens house for the party.
She was excited to put faces to people on the group chat. Cloud the ass man, Raf the Romeo, and Feather who was nice. From what she read, Cloud and Feather were siblings and totally opposites from each other. Raf was hitting on her like he knew her. Veronica briefly saw him at the beach and Nat wanted his number if she wasn’t going to call him. She had advised Nat to take the number down as she didn’t have time or the day for anyone else nor she was going to chase after a man. Nearing Claude’s place, she started talking herself out of not going in. She heard people talking inside and Claude being Claude, going on about unicorns and bigfoot. What’s up with that dead dude and mystical animals? Veronica entered the tree house while mumbling ”I just hope that shaking machine he keeps as a pet isn’t there.” She wasn’t paying attention to who was ahead of her and slammed into half naked fish boy, err merman looking dude. ”Fuck! Sorry, I wasn’t looking.”