Hallowweeeen! (OPEN SESAME!)

[Sivoncé™]

Trianna padded alone through the wind-swept autumn streets of OOC Village. There was a certain degree of chill in the air that spread the feeling of Fall. She wrapped her scarf tighter around her neck, breathing in the scents with quiet contentment. Gotta love Fall! It's a shame no one else is out, though... It seemed not too many of her countless neighbors were outside today; the yards were dormant, and the place was strangely eerie. Her forehead throbbed in time with her heartbeat; she paused by a mailbox, its letters rubbed clean from the steel surface, and rubbed her acheing temples. Who knew being stuck in a thread with two crazy wolves would lead to such a massive migraine! A creak sounded from the house behind her.
"ACK!" She whirled around to face the house, sufficiently spooked. What the hay? Enought with the creepy!

[Njack]

Knot grinned to himself as he trotted in no particular direction at all. He wasn't getting much face time in the threads, really, but he wasn't about to object. At the moment, he was testing out his Halloween costume, actually. A small bag filled with scrolls hung from his neck, along with a sign: "Don't Shoot the Messenger. Please?" A few duct tape arrows also sat in the bag.

"Hey, it's better than getting mauled by some Blood Mistie, right?" he said to himself. A orange leaf, as orange as an orange, landed on Knot's orange nose. Wait, what? Something went oranges there. I mean bananas.

A creak suddenly sounded out, drawing Knot out from his reverie. "EN GUARDE!" He blinked as he noticed Trianna.

Wait. Why was he saying these things out loud? I... don't even know.

[Sivoncé™]

"AAAAH!" Trianna tumbled backwards and into the dust. Panic seized her as the costumed denizen paraded towards her, weaponry drawn and howling as loud as her. What do I do, what do I do, what do I do?!?! So much for all of those self-defense classes. You think I would've learned something from battle-acting, but I suppose not. Really, there's not too much acting involved in those battle scenes these days....well, thank somebody holy for special effects, or the majority of us would be dead right now....well, anyway, there's some crazy dude stampeding after me...
She leaped to her paws and stood tall, chest heaving with her panting breaths. What do I do, what do I do?!?! GAHH!
A lightbulb clicked on above her head. She didn't see it, but she sure as hay heard it *click*.
"I'LL HUFF," she growled, chest still thundering, "AND I'LL PUFF, AND I'LL BLOW YOUR HOUSE DOWN!!!"

[Njack]

Knot took a few rather large steps backwards, startled by the sudden Big Bad Wolf metaphor. It was pretty scary.

"Whoa, dude. Take a chill pill, man... Peace and love, man." Wait, what the heck? What was he channeling? A demented stereotypical hippie?

"OHMAHGODI'MJUSTAMESSENGERDON'TSHOOTME!" Ah, that's much better. Knot fled in a circle around Trianna.

Hmm. A circle around Trianna. Not the best fleeing plan ever, huh? Circles tend to maintain equidistance with the center...

And now this RPer is going to get shot by the Don't Bring Mathematics into Roleplay Police.

[Sivoncé™]

"RABID WOLF! RABID WOLF!" A fiend was flying in some sort of demoniac circle around Trianna, no doubt to cast some sort of dark incantation. It's a witch! It's a witch! This is Salem! Get your Puritan hats on!!! Her eyes whirred in their sockets as she tried to maintain a hold on the figure of her torturer. A mild thought buzzed in the back of her mind, Hey, he left his door open, let's rob his house! But then she remembered whatever this thing was, it was capable of intense sorcery. Dude, this circle is gonna make me loopy soon...I needa get outta here! I'm going to be all zombie like if I don't...
Well, here goes nothin.
In epic battle with satan, Tria lunged forward in hopes of escaping the maddening circle.

Meanwhile, the undercover super double agent spy ninja she-wolf Arachna rolled between the hedges surrounding the rickety structure. With her eyes locked on her target-- the open door -- she zeroed in on her latest project. She rubbed her paws together and snickered evilly, "Heh heh heh!"

[♫Flisk♫]

Raffa somersaulted, camera in paw. He was a normal teenage wolf, rebelious, annoyed by his elders, and simply weird. His latest thing was taking pictures of everything everywhere. He bobbed his head as he rocked to a random screamo song that blasted out of his Ipod headphones. Smiling he skipped joyfully down the street, stressfree. No Fireflight to boss him around or anything. Giggling happily, the teenager suddenly jumped as he heard Trianna's call.

"Rabid Wolf? Dude...PICTURES!"

Raffa rolled into the scene, snapping his camera like a mad man. When he finished with his series of clicks he picked some spaz juice out of his pack and chugged it. As soon as it was in his system Raffa was spazzing.

"S-s-s-s-s-s-s-s-soooooo...your pretty...your pretty...your pretty. I think that-OMG ITS A WAFFLE!"

Somersaulting into the bushes, he ran into Arachna.

"Meep."

He peered into her eyes, flashing the camera excitedly and nervously.

[Sivoncé™]

"Pretty?" Somehow, Trianna managed to careen her neck sideways to wink at the spasming Raffa. Even more amazing, she somehow managed to speak fluent sentences before crashing into her circling foe. "Well, hey, if you think I'm pretty, I'm also single! Anytime, hun!"

"Pretty, huh?" Arachna froze to glare coldly at the wolf with the camera. "You're gonna have to do a lot more sweet-talking than that to distract me. WAIT--pictures?!?! NOO!!! MY STEALTH IS NOW RECORDABLE!" With that, Arachna whipped out her ninja costume from the....air....and pulled the mask over her face. She grabbed two long, menacing knives, and scrapped them together, chortling softly at the lovely sound of the metal scraping together.

"TRICK OR TREAT!!!!" Death danced around the middle of the town, cheerfully oblivious to the tussle going on feet from his ghostly figure. Annelise limped after him, futzing with her legs.
"Death, wait up! My leg won't go back on!"
Death yawned irritably. "Annelise, you should really talk to Siv. She doesn't understand the hassle of being one-legged IC and perfectly fine in OOC. I think we should just keep it off for good, but that's just my opinion."
"Hmmm...." Annelise contemplated this carefully. "Do you think it would be a cooler costume if I just left it off?"