#iahalloween

OCTOBER 6th

Movie Night! The movies we are going to watch are...

POLTERGEIST { field 1 } TRAIN TO BUSAN { field 2 }

US { field 3 }

CORALINE { field 4 }

Zitao ended up going to the Halloween ball, even if it was just to proof that he was not a sad excuse for an alien, stuck in his room having no fun at all. It did not matter who he would find there, who he would meet or who he would end up with. he would have a good time darn it, he was stubborn about the fact and determined to make it happen. With a good amount of alcohol in his system he went to the theater (bad place, bad memories) Wearing a Victorian mask , no shirt and neat dark pants. His metal arm was hidden by long gloves on each hand. 

Ooooh boy, it is the Halloween Ball in a few days and that means you better get startin’ on those event para’s! You can start writing the starters even if the ball is on Halloween!

In character Ball details!

The ball begins around 20:00 and you can magically only get in when you are in costume. The ball will be held in the theater on campus, there is music provided by the enchanted pumpkins and magically created instruments provided by our dear @key-ia!

There will be snacks and punch, beers and wine!

Insolitus provides everything you want!

Behind the ball there is a magically enchanted maze where you can hug and cuddle all you want. But there is more than meets the eye!

Ah, and looking over the ball are @dokyungsoo-ia, @samuel-ia and @ben-ia

Out of character Ball details!

The maze is enchanted (without the character’s knowledge) to make them unable to recognize anyone in there) which gives you the possibility for some possible steamy, angsty or even funny plots! 

It had seemed like a good idea at the time.

Going on a little adventure down in the basement of the academy, that is. It was dark and eerie and best of all, quiet and deserted, he’d never seen anyone come down this way and had yet to see anyone else down there. That was his favorite part about it.

But, now he was afraid that this favorite part was going to be the death of him. Because he’d been passing a coffin, casually propped open in a little nook in the wall like it would be in a funeral, only without a body laying at rest within. An empty coffin had certainly been.... Eerie, and he had done his best to give it a wide berth as he tried to move past it, but apparently he hadn’t gone wide enough.

Because just as he was trying to sidle pass, he was quite literally sucked inside, some unseen force yanking him through the air and right into that old, dark coffin. He didn’t have a chance to even try to keep it from snapping shut, and so it did with a loud bang, trapping him in pitch darkness.

The damn top wouldn’t budge. It hadn’t simply fallen shut, it seemed to have been locked as well, and no amount of shoving or kicking was making it do much more than rattle. Not that he could move all that much anyways, not enough to get a lot of leverage, the top was so low and walls so tight he couldn’t even curl up if he wanted to. That knowledge made a few chilly tendrils of claustrophobic panic claw up his throat, but he shoved them down viciously. Panicking would NOT help. Neither would his phone, he found after a quick glance, which of fucking course had no service buried deep underground. He’d have to work on that.

So he did the next best thing. He started yelling; anything he could think of, but a whole lot of fairly foul language like, “SOMEONE GET ME OUT OF THIS FUCKING COFFIN,” and “I WILL HAUNT ALL YOU COCK SUCKERS IF I DIE IN HERE.” He was Not Happy. He made quite a ruckus with his kicking and squirming as well, pounding on the sides and kicking the top with his heavy boots.

So who was Inguk to know he wasn’t aloud to join the pumpkin carving contest and compete against the students. Apparently it was against the rules for staff to compete. They were just afraid he’d win, that’s all.. At the very least he wanted to be part of it as perhaps a leading staff-member or chaperon of sorts. However, after the first ten minutes of his arrival on he grounds, he was being sent out for being too “dangerous”. How the hell was a chainsaw too dangerous? It’s not like he was using it on anything other than his five-foot wide pumpkin. 

Yeah, five foot. ‘Cause if Inguk was to do anything, he was going all out with it; and here, he was in his element. So instead of “ruining” the squishy little kiddies fun (whom were only capable enough to carve a few shapes into a tiny little squash), he decided to heighten his project even further and work on it non stop (outside of class-time, that is) until Halloween day itself. Inguk stayed up till the darkest hour of the night on the thirtieth day of October and began setting up his masterpiece not far from the front entrance of the main academy building.

It took a couple hours to get everything moved (the wheel barrel he was using to hoist stuff around had broken a wheel from the weight so he just carried the whole thing down the stairs instead), and then another hour for final carving. After his two classes of the day, Inguk took a much-needed nap before getting himself dressed. Switching out his thick gloves for a different, more tattered pair, and plopping his sun-hat on his head, it completed his steampunk apocalyptic farmer look and he made his way proudly downstairs to awaken his masterpiece. 

The base was the giant pumpkin with an intricate carving and stuck through the top of it was a six-foot metal scarecrow. It’s insides were open and hundreds of gears spun around inside of it, revealing it’s kinetic abilities as it’s torso, head, and arms moved on their own. Inguk would occasionally reach back to twist a key in it’s back to ‘wind it up’ again. It was surrounded it about 30 more pumpkins of all shapes, sized, and colors. Each pumpkin has an intricate swirling picture carved into it, making the picture come together like a puzzle. Fair sized sharp metal pieces were lodged in each pumpkin, as if an explosion sent shrapnel to decorate them. A few chopped up and fire-singed hay-bales sat behind and to each side. Burnt up vines crawled all around the piece  He carefully lit each candle in the pumpkins then lit the hand-made lanterns that spun as if on a mobile around part of the sculpture. A small, stone, firebowl sat to the left with an orange flame dancing in it’s boundaries. It all lit up beautifully as the night approached and darkness sat in. The breeze was not to heavy but just light enough to make his own cloak and the hanging ripped fabric on the scarecrow flow hauntingly. It’s eyes too were lit with candles behind red gemstones and it seemed almost sentient as it followed people’s movements with it’s head.

Adjusting the mask on his features, the genie couldn't help but smirk. His costume came together perfectly, from the silk bow around his collar, to the last minute fangs added for good measure. Mysterious but charming. Certainly a step away from the cute demeanour everyone was used to when they're with him. Halloween was usually the time to shove candy into his face but with things changing, Tegoshi longed to switch things up. And if he was honest with himself, black was slowly beginning to suit him.

Stepping into the event, he kept quiet, glancing away from anyone who would stare. The usual wavy blonde locks were smoothed down to a choppy cut that framed his face behind the mask. Black rimmed eyes gazed down into the dancefloor as he reached for a drink, chewing on his bottom lip. There were so many faces he's never seen before but shined so bright to him, making him eager to dance with them all and introduce himself. He pondered over how time can fly and leave so many new faces in their wake. He could number his close friends on two hands alone, so it did come as a surprise. However, it also became an opportunity for him, to finally relax and have fun with new companions. Picking at random – the only way he could – the suited genie approached the figure across the floor, delicate fingers reaching out to rest on their arm.