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Post by Deleted on Oct 7, 2017 6:16:33 GMT
The dance, it was separated into lots of fun activities which the school encouraged exploration of them all. An average sized woman with short choppy black hair currently stood guard over the haunted house, making sure all students formed an appropriate line without any unnecessary cutting. There came screams once a while, probably from a specific portion of the house that just may be simply scary. She seemed not at all bothered by all the scream nor really care for them, instead choosing to scream out once a while, "Are you standing in the line? Or eating the candy Apple gossiping? Come now, enter the Haunted House stop lollygagging. Holding up the line." Then whip a glare to any student that dared to talk back, or simply ignore her walking even slower than before.
Her shouting may have sounded like irritation, while this was true, wasn't complete truth. She was enjoying her little costume cosplay Mafia Head Gal, leader with the Guts and Glory. She swung the hips, wearing the Noire grey best she could, why even placed on a couple of black beads. Sure the outfit didn't provide large v-cut opening or exposed much skin as others out in the area. She was after all a teacher, private of her body, and well... Just loving this sexy not showy look. Smirk here, smirk there, sharp toothed, piercing eyes glaring sharply at any who chickened out. "Its halloween, take on the challenge." She would joke once a while the moment a student would last second run off from the entrance.
Soon though after 1-3 hours of supervising she grew bored, wished to do more things, needed somebody to swap with her. Needed something to do, maybe she should take the Haunted house challenge with someone? It certainly sounded fun. Then so did candy apples, apple dipping, and other random activities.
ooc: sorry first character post always worst, here is her outfit.
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Post by Vitória Maki on Oct 7, 2017 18:15:26 GMT
t was Halloween and even Vitória couldn't help but get into the spirit of things; at least a little bit. Caroline had gone with a sleek and sexy mafia style costume so Tori rolled with the 1920s theme and went with something a little flashier. Flashy was not usually her style, but it was a costume and Caroline had seemed to like it on her. The red dress hugged her slim body, accenting the modest curves that were so often lost under looser fitting garments. Matching red, satin gloves covered her hands and arms up past the elbow and on her feet were a pair of black pumps. Her long hair was coiled and pinned up, giving the appearance of a much shorter do, and was finished with a red and black glitzy headband with a few tastefully arranged feathers. She had been one of the judges for the students' costume contest and, as that had just wrapped up, she was looking for somewhere else to be useful. They had turned her away at the pumpkin carving station with the argument that her costume was too nice to get covered in pumpkin guts. It was hard to argue with that sort of logic. Tori remembered that Caroline was overseeing the front of the Haunted House and decided that she'd head over there. What was the point of complementary costumes if they weren't going to be inhabiting the same space? She heard her girlfriend before she saw her as she came around the corner of the building; heard the joking mockery of underlying her words as she goaded some of the less gung-ho students. Tori walked up to the older woman, the beads on her dress glinting in the low light. She smiled at the students who made eye contact with her before tentatively slipping her arm around Caroline's and asking, "Are you on duty much longer?"tag: @gingerfrost ||| notes: hope this is ok. thread's still open
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Post by Deleted on Oct 8, 2017 1:35:01 GMT
A familiar face soon appeared walking up to her, a smile slowly slipped its way along her face as she gave a way. The figure was dark tanned skin, looking rather smooth under the lamplight, slight snake in length. This shown through the 20's themed beaded red gown of a dress moving along creating small crackling sounds of the beads banging against each other. her companion's hair curled up in a similar fashion, why the whole thing just absolute fascination made her want to twirl her finger into the hair, feel the texture of the beads.
The woman flashed her brown eyes up toward her own making it was clear they were both paying attention to each other. A the smile quirked a little bit into a grin, "Not much, just waiting for the teacher's aid to replace me. Finished with that little, what were you doing again?" She paused taping her chin as if to recall some bastard useless memory, when really she knew full well that her fellow girl friend was a costume judge. Must meant the contest was over, she gave a slight curiosity as to who had ended up winning, then did she really care? If they didn't have guns or anything mafia themed or endangering the student population, clearly wasn't all that great. Then students feeling pride for themselves was always a small satisfaction of being a teacher. Well, full fledged one that is, she personally enjoyed the small distance. Couldn't mess up Study Hall, unlike those other class subjects. Oh dear, a student blew up the gym! What to do.
She cleared her throat, "Wish to enter the Haunted House? Milday, it'll be a blast." As if to show her words, a small scream escaped, probably that 1 specific area. She wondered what it was, oh well. If only somebody could replace her.
ooc: Nobody posts before you do, I'll just have someone appear taking her spot? I guess, then carry on the thread. anyone can join at anytime.
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