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Lorne Deathwok-Green ([info]_greenmachine_) wrote in [info]free_form,
@ 2006-10-27 19:08:00
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HALLO'GREEN PARTY!
Upstairs in Lorne's loft, chaos ensued...

"Lorne, get your chicken-shit green ass out here right now or I am coming in there after you!" Meredith, dressed rather lusciously as Daisy Duke, yelled at the bathroom door.

"I'm not coming out!" the demon cried back.

"NOW, Lorne."

Slowly, and carefully, the bathroom door opened, and Lorne, reluctant and incredibly abashed, stepped out into the hallway.

"Oh my God!" Meredith laughed, hands going to her mouth to further stop her giggles, but it was no use.

"Say one word, and I'm going to kill you," the demon deadpanned, standing in all his glory in his Superman costume.

"You even put the little curl in your hair!" Meredith cried as she pointed to his forehead. She stomped her feet on the ground repeatedly as she giggled hysterically.

Lorne scowled. "You're dead."

Meredith, however, could not contain her mirth. Her eyes moved southward to just below his yellow belt, eyebrow perked and smirk creeping across her face. "My my, we sure fill out that costume quite nicely, don't we?"

"I could say the same thing about that shirt, Breasty McChesty," the demon countered. "How does your boyfriend feel about your tarty little ensemble?" He grabbed the edges of his flowing red cape and pulled it around infront in his own embarassment.

"He hasn't seen it yet," she told him with a grin, then grabbed the demon's hand and pulled him towards the door. "He'll love it. Now c'mon, your people await you, SuperGreen."

"I'm never talking to you again," the demon pouted as he was dragged towards the door.

Downstairs in the club, the music throbbed, the people danced, and the alcohol flowed. Every type of human, demon, and beastie alike dressed up in costumes ranging from the ordinary to the extraordinary, some of which were so good it was hard to tell whether or not they were real or fake.

A good turn out, to say the least. Hallo'green 2010 was going to be an incredible party, no doubt about that.

[THREAD: Open to everyone!]

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[info]winged_sonya
2006-10-27 22:25 (link)
The concept of celebrating this variety of holiday was new in Russia and it was not clear as to whether most people even did.

For someone with a heritage like Sonya's, however, especially when in America... Why not?

She liked parties. Liked them very much! So, regardless of whether or not she ever took part in such a thing in her native country, she was happy to be involved in it.

Not that it was planned, mind you - she just happened to see in advert at the last moment and went. A text message was sent Mallory's way, just in case they could meet there.

'There' being 'The Green Room'.

Sonya did have one reason, however, to be pleased... Wings!

She had seen all varieties of masks and costumes and decided to take a chance on revealing the appendages on her back, to all and sundry.

Hah! No need to buy an expensive suit of prosthetics, for Sonya!

She had her own! Still, she was a little apprehensive upon going through the doors. Would there be anyone else here who she knew?

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[info]rampant_static
2006-10-28 00:25 (link)
Ryan flexed his hands in the Wolverine gloves and grimaced as he tried to mix a drink. What a pain! It was predictable as hell, but people always told him that he looked just like the guy who had played the character in the movies, so he grew his 'burns out and coifed his hair.

The leather suit had been made custom for him several years previous, a gag gift, but a very expensive one. He would have to ditch the claws, but for now, they made a nifty little addition.

He greeted customers and poured simple drinks like beers off the taps as fast as he could. Everyone else got sent to Russell for the time being.

He grinned as he started to relax and enjoy the party, as much as an employee could, at any rate.

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[info]cajun_devildog
2006-10-28 06:32 (link)
GW strode into the GreenRoom dressed like he was walking out of a TNT Western, complete with a six shooter (empty of course) and broad brimmed cowboy hat.

It didn't take long for him to spot Lorne and he laughed out loud at the sight of the green demon dressed like superman. That couldn't have been his idea but it was every bit as unique as any other of Lorne's crazy outfits.

When he spotted Meredith in her cutoffs and shirt he had to stop and give a wolf whistle, she looked fantastic. Part of him wanted to throw her over his shoulder and get her some more clothes but he squashed the impulse.

He walked over to where Meredith and Lorne were standing, shaking his head and still chuckling over Lorne's outfit. A kiss was given to Meredith "Lookin' good, babe."

One he'd properly greeted his girlfriend he turned his attention briefly to Lorne "You do pick de most interestin' outfits Lorne." he told him as a way of gentle teasing.

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[info]_greenmachine_
2006-10-28 07:39 (link)
"This costume was not my idea!" Lorne shot back at GW with an extended finger pointed in the musician's direction. "Honey, I think spandex should be outlawed."

The demon was still scowling, and went to fold his arms infront of his chest when he realized he just struck an official Superman pose. The last thing he wanted to do was look even more the part, so he abashedly lowered his arms and pulled his cape around infront of him in embarassment.

"Nice to see you come out to my little soiree, though," Lorne muttered to GW as he watched the musician and his friend exchange a rather warm greeting. That would only add to the Pylean's foul mood even more, the hypothetical fire of gloom and doom being fueled. "Maybe you should tell her to put some clothes on. I'm not running a brothel here, you know."

He gave Meredith a rather challenging look.

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[info]miss_anthropy
2006-10-28 07:46 (link)
Meredith had been happy to see that GW had shown up to the party, and that his costume was somewhat along the same lines as her in terms of theme. Sort of.

She didn't have any qualms though, about greeting her boyfriend in the way that she did, especially infront of Lorne. Things between her and GW were official now, and well, she supposed the demon would just have to suck it up. He was a super hero after all, wasn't he?

"Listen here, Little Red Shorty-Shorts," Meredith shot back at the demon with a sidelong smirk, "I don't have to take this! Why don't you go mingle or something? Fly away, Super Demon! Fly!" She made a little 'shoo' motion with her hand.

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[info]cajun_devildog
2006-10-28 14:23 (link)
GW snorted at the bickering between two friends.

"Now Lorne, Mere's a big girl," a glance back at Meredith and her outfit (or lack thereof) and he grinned "She fills de outfit nicely, non? Whom am I t' tell her she can't wear what she wants?"

Besides, he might be trying to get her out of the costume before the night was through. There was sense in antagonizing her.

"De outfit looks good on y' though Lorne, gotta say." Other than the overwhelming green of the demon's skin it worked well "Looks like y' keep in shape."

After that, he watched as Meredith ran Lorne off and turned his attention exclusively to his girlfriend.

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[info]agelessdeanna
2006-10-28 13:38 (link)
And so, after much fuss, some serious last minute shopping and convincing a make-up artist who worked for Cirque du Soleil (seriously she was wasting her talents on that show; who cares about dances and flying and other illusions when reality was so much better), Deanna made her way to The Green Room.

This was Krev's night and while the redhead should make an appearance later at Fang Noir, she was determined to spend the bulk of it with her friend.

She just hoped he took her costume choice as it was intended.

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[info]hannah_flynn
2006-10-28 17:29 (link)
Over near the doorway, a high-heeled blonde was fussing over her change in costume.

The original one had been spectacular... at least in Hannah’s mind. The outdoor bathroom, or El Porto-Potty as she liked to think of it, was a thing of beauty. She crafted it from cardboard and spray paint with great care, added the roll of toilet paper and stack of newspapers and a tree air freshener for ambience, then wore it proudly around her living room in a pair of boxes to make sure it was maneuverable.

Then disaster struck...

It wouldn’t fit in the Gremlin.

“Mother... fudge buckets!”

Hannah was pissed at herself for not foreseeing that and making it collapsible. But she wasn’t going to let it spoil her night. So on to plan B! A few trips into her old-lady neighbors’ closets and Hannah emerged as...

Bette Davis!

She turned in a few awkward circles, checking her pantyhose for runners, and looking generally like a puppy chasing its tail. Once that chore was done, Hannah pulled out a candy cigarette and started cruising for some kind of action...

And ran right into Lorne.

Only...

"You have boobs now?!"

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[info]agelessdeanna
2006-10-28 17:36 (link)
Not even at the party five minutes and there was a face momentarily squelched into Deanna's breasts. Fuck that other place, she thought. This is where the action is.

"I've always had boobs, my blonde cherub," she cooed. Thankfully the run-in failed to spill the electric kool-aid martini she was *just* about to wrap slender fingers on. Hallelujiah the staff remembered her drink. Deanna held it up to toast her chestal intruder. "And might I say, yours are almost as spectular."

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[info]hannah_flynn
2006-10-28 17:44 (link)
In heavy green-man makeup, Deanna was practically unrecognizable. Completely so to Hannah, who was still under the impression that this was Lorne... Albeit a breasted, high voiced, possibly face-lifted version. After all, it was dark in there, and she had only met him once, and he had been shrieking in outrage at the time.

Plus, they had hormone treatments for this stuff.

So her mouth dropped wide open, and she jabbed his/her chest in teasing accusation. “I knew it!” she laughed, “You‘re gay and a transexual... and... whadya mean almost!?”

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[info]were_geek
2006-10-28 18:02 (link)
Glasgow. Byron Glasgow.

The werewolf was incredibly apprehensive about returning to The GreenRoom after the last time he was there was was practically verbally molested by the owner.

But with the inclination that Hannah may be there, Byron figured he'd maybe try and give the place a second chance. Maybe he'd even see someone there he knew.

His James Bond costume was a relatively simple one to put together. His black tuxedo was sharp and crisp, and he styled and parted his brown hair in such a way that it made him look more defined. Without his glasses, the entire ensemble made the normally awkward and usually overlooked gassation attendant appear rather handsome indeed.

In the palm of his hand he carried around a small toy pistol to make himself look the part, and when he entered the bar, he was suprised at how many people were actually there. His eyes scanned the crowd for a big cardboard outhouse, and when he didn't see one, he sighed to himself before moving into the crowd towards the bar.

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[info]hannah_flynn
2006-10-29 10:02 (link)
If you wanted to find somebody in a crowd like that, you had to be unconventional. Since standing on people’s shoulders was out of the question, Hannah did the next best thing. She got the bartender to give her a boost. First she slipped him a tip, then she pulled off her shoe, and finally she braced her foot on his knee and wrapped an arm around his neck. “Okay one.... Two.... Three! Hold steady!”

And she was up and looking!

A casual sweep didn’t do her much good. He wasn’t on the dance floor, anyway. “Pivot!” she coached, and held on tight while he turned her in a circle.

“There! There he is!” Ah-ha! Bulls-eye. Wouldn’t you know he was only like five yards away? Literally under her nose the whole time. “Okay you can put me down now.”

She slipped her shoe back on and squeezed her way over.

It took some doing, but Hannah worked her way up behind Byron, and he didn‘t even see her. Stealth, a woman’s best friend. She made a gun out of both hands and put her fingertips against the back of his head. “Thought you could hide from me, huh Bond? Now turn around slow... and easy... and nobody gets hurt!”

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[info]were_geek
2006-10-29 19:18 (link)
He recognized the voice he second he heard it. A slow flush crept into Byron's cheeks before he raised both of his hands. "You'll never take me alive!" he said before he turned around, a big grin on his face.

The expression suddenly fell when he noticed a definate absense of the big porta-potty. "Hey!" he said to her, "You changed your costume! No wonder I was having a hard time finding you, I was looking for the big green box!"

He smiled at her, irregardless. "I like this one too, though," he added.

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[info]hannah_flynn
2006-10-29 19:40 (link)
“I know, I couldn’t fit it in my car!” Hannah slapped her forehead and did a half-stomp of frustration. Nothing too dramatic. It wouldn’t do to scare him off already. This time he wasn’t bound by employment to talk to her.

“It sucks too, because I made one good looking toilet. But now I’m Bette Davis, see?” She did a little twirl in her slinky dress and faux-mink stole. It smelled a little bit like attic, but all the Fabreeze in the world couldn’t fix that. Plus then it was totally obvious from the Fabreeze scent that you were trying to cover something.

“Oh wait.” Hannah fished another candy cigarette from her purse and pretended to smoke it. “Now I’m Bette Davis. Do you know they don’t make real candy cigarettes anymore? They’re called candy sticks! I had to color the end of it with a red marker. How much red marker do you have to eat before you get a disease?”

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[info]souled_spike
2006-10-28 19:56 (link)
Well, this had been a mistake.

Spike had wandered into the Green Room looking for a quite night of drinking, a way to eventually get completely knackered and drop off the stool back to his crypt before sunrise. He had no inkling whatsoever there'd be a...a Halloween party.

Didn't Lorne learn his lesson the last time he threw one of those shindigs?

Then again, at least Lorne wasn't dressed like the Man of Steel the last time. Spike tried to control the laughter bubbling up from within him once he saw the empath demon's colorful get-up, but there was no hiding the hilarity of someone with a skin tone that shade of green wearing the blue, red and yellow Christopher Reeve once made famous.

It looked good on him, but on Lorne it was twelve different kinds of ridiculous.

"Oh, bloody priceless," Spike muttered to himself before lighting a cigarette, slinking over to the bar and tapping on the table to get the barkeep's attention.

"Whiskey," he yelled over the thumping music, glancing about at all the strange and not-very-original costumes out there. Wolverine, James Bond...some vampire lady dressed like Lorne...

That was interesting...and a sight Spike no longer wanted to see.

It suddenly hit the vampire he wasn't in costume; then again, a werewolf the other night had likened him to Blade. Then there'd been the countless comparisons to Billy Idol and the occasional Matrix reference.

If it came down to it, Spike would just pick something. Or he'd tell the truth, say he was a vampire with a soul, Champion who'd saved the world a couple times.

After all, unless they knew him, who would believe it?

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[info]dothatgirl
2006-10-29 16:08 (link)
It was just her luck. Right when she was beginning to get bored with the lack of familiar faces, she spotted the one vampire in the room she actually wanted to talk to.

Spike was sitting at the bar as always, looking like one sad-assed vampire as he drank his drink all alone. She had no idea how long he'd been there, but she was guessing that it had probably been a while.

He was so gonna freak when he saw her all decked out as his old flame.

Faith weaved her way through the crowd, moving silently between dancing couples in skin tight spandex and swishing capes, almost getting poked in the eye with a random feather at one point, and finally pushing her way past a very strong smelling demon to slide into the empty barstool next to Spike, her lips already smirking as she crossed her legs.

Wearing a dress could be such a drag sometimes.

Clearing her throat, Faith attempted her Buffy voice to go along with her Buffy costume, wagging her finger scoldingly at the vampire's drink as she said, "You can't do that. It's wrong."

And it took everything in the slayer not to laugh at just how lame that sounded. God, how did Buffy live with herself?

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[info]souled_spike
2006-10-29 17:22 (link)
Spike glanced over his shoulder at Faith, his eyes nearly widening out of their sockets before he downed another shot of whiskey to suppress the deep laughter threatening to burst from within him. He shook his head and leveled a measured gaze at the Slayer he not too long ago knocked boots with.

"Are you trying to turn me on?" he quipped before narrowing his gaze. "Or are we back to the whole warm champagne thing? Cause the costume was more convincing the first time."

He winked at the Slayer, his smug grin sucking his cheeks in more than usual.

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At The Bar
[info]winged_sonya
2006-10-28 21:49 (link)
While others talked, revealed and made for the physical sensation of breasts, young Sonya was trying to get attention at the bar.

"Have-"

Every time she almost succeeded, someone else seemed to barge in front of her.

"Have dri-"

Push, nudge, bash...

"I would be likings-"

Ugh! Sonya had experienced enough!

"SONYA IS HAVE DRINKINGS, PLEASE!!!"

The sheer, banshee-like volume of her cry managed to transform her into a sort of female, Russian version of Moses; parting those in front of her like a proverbial Red Sea.

Adopting a innocent smile, the winged girl walked forth, showing money and pleasantly requested, "Vodka, please!"

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[info]souled_spike
2006-10-28 22:09 (link)
As loud as the music had been, Spike's ears had grown accustomed to the deep thump of the bass. What he wasn't prepared for, though, was how his eardrums shook with the shriek of a Russian girl demanding vodka. The vampire cringed and nearly dropped his glass of whiskey, nearly shattering it on the floor and wasting precious alcohol.

That would've made Spike one grumpy vampire.

"No need to shout, pet," he said, glancing over his shoulder at Sonya. "It's not that loud in--"

Oh, great... Spike sighed, remembering the Russian girl with whom he'd been trapped in that restaurant with over a year ago. Bloody sandstorm, had him trapped with her and some Watcher guy who was a little too suspicious for the vampire's comfort.

But the Russian...again with the Billy Idol comparison. If Spike ever met this Idol fellow, he'd have him a nice little meal...soul or no.

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Re: At The Bar
[info]winged_sonya
2006-10-28 22:40 (link)
"Oh!" Sonya registered, knowing the combination of face and voice. "Hello, not-the-Billy-Idol!"

A small wave was given. It had been a long time, but Sonya was not likely to forget such an event.

"They have the singings here, you know," she confided, pointing to the kareoke equipment. "Perhaps you should be do this, yes!"

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[info]dh_morrow
2006-10-29 15:04 (link)
Dan entered the Green Room wearing a vintage nineteen thirties flying uniform of the U. S. Army Air Corps. It was something he had picked up on short notice, he had prior plans to be in New York City for Halloween but something had changed his plans.

So here he was at this place called the Green Room full of people in great costumes, it reminded Dan of the Bar Scene in Star Wars, minus the alien band.

After leaving the cash bar with a cold Sam Adams in his hand he looked around. He almost laughed when he saw this tall person wearing something that had been a horrible example of overkill, a cross between Superman, the Hulk, a lizard and the devil with horns. Weird, he thought. He turned around and came face to face with a walking corn cob which stumbled and came crashing down to the floor bringing down a pirate, a mummy and a zombie with it.

“Fuck,” he simply said. Dan went to help those on the floor get back up.

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[info]dothatgirl
2006-10-29 15:21 (link)
If Buffy saw her tonight, she'd be getting a lot more than a knife to the gut this time.

Faith strode into The Green Room dressed as her favorite sister slayer, teenage crush, arch nemesis, and now occasional acquaintance -- Buffy.

When it came to Halloween costumes, everything had been done a million times before. One might think she'd want to go as Cat woman or Lara Croft, what with black leather being pretty much the only kind of clothing in her wardrobe, but this was Halloween! It was a time to step out of the norm and take a walk on the other side. For most girls, Halloween was a time to slut it up. But when your boobs were falling out of your tank tops for 364 days a year, Halloween was a time to tuck the cleavage back in, slap on some pastels, and walk around lecturing everyone on how they couldn't do something because it was wrong.

Besides, if she happened to run into any of the old gang (like Spike), it'd be sure get a laugh out of them.

The slayer was decked out in a very Buffy-esque sundress, looking all pure and virginal with its white background and little pink flowers. It was just so hideous that Faith knew the instant she saw it that it was totally Buffy at 18. She had a little white sweater to match, in case it got cold, and wore white knee high boots. She found a blonde wig at Party City and the only make up she wore was some Buffy-esque pink lipgloss and a little bit of mascara and blush.

The only thing that was not Buffy-ish about her was the fact that she walked in with a cigarette and ordered a beer straight out. While she could be a good girl in appearance, asking her to be one in behavior was going a tad bit too far.

As she mingled around in the crowd, it didn't take her long to spot the very colorful host of the party just as he was walking away from a group of people she assumed were his friend. Back in LA, she'd hardly spoken two words to Lorne. Most of her time was spent with Wes or Angelus, but she knew he'd been the one to stay at her bedside during that little mystical mind trip she'd taken. It'd be nice to actually talk to the guy when she wasn't unconsciously mumbling bits and pieces from the dreamworld. If Angel couldn't be here, then being around some of his old people was the next best thing.

Squaring her shoulders, Faith marched over to the demon in her usual gait and tapped him on the back of his cape. "Hey superboy, remember me?"

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[info]vampirique
2006-10-30 07:30 (link)
"Well, it's... It's different!" Natasha replied, giving Lorne a little comical once-over. "What is it? Like, Superman's demon cousin, right? Definitely coolsome!"

It was the texturing of skin and way those miniature red horns looked like they literally went in the skill, which caused the imrpessed reaction. Of course, Natasha had no way of knowing that side of Lorne's costume was real.

"So... Karoke and fortune-telling?" There was an intrigued frown across the singer's features; a small dip of head made for good measure. "That kinda' tickles me..."

Natasha's line of conversation paused, however, at the blonde-wigged Slayer's sudden appearance and eyebrows raised in curiosity, allowing the host to answer.

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[info]_greenmachine_
2006-10-30 11:54 (link)
"Yeah, Pumpkin, fortune telling because I just so happen to be an anagogic demo---,"

Lorne spun around curiously, his cape billowing in his wake, more than likely covering Natasha in thick red material. He had to get that thing under control, he wasn't used to wearing a cape, obviously, but at least it was handy for wrapping around himself in his own self-consciousness. Funny how a demon who could wear any colour combination with any particular pattern was taken down so easily by a little pair of teeny-tiny red spandex briefs.

Taken down in literal and hypothetical senses. Not only did he feel like a total knob wearing them in the first place (not the mention the blue full body spandex), but no amount of time spent up in the bathroom arranging and rearranging himself made those things particularily easy to wear. It just wasn't natural.

"Do I remember ..?" Lorne asked the blone wigged girl curiously, words trailing off as he squinted his red eyes to get a better look at her. Suddenly it dawned on him. "Faith?" he asked, incredulously. He hadn't seen the Slayer since Wes jammed the girl full of junk and threw her to the dogs. Although the dogs in this case happened to be Angelus, but all the same.

"Oh, Heavens, Girl!" The demon cried as he threw his blue spandexed arms around the girl unexpetectedly, completely forgetting that he was previously talking to a celebrity rock-star, "How on earth have you been?"

The hug was probably overboard. Lorne didn't exactly know the girl. he'd only had a one-sided conversation with her. Kinda hard to talk with someone who was unconscious.

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