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Faleen did not continue to argue with the women, though after eying her for another second, she turned, watching Asch leaving back into the room once again.
It did look like he was having trouble with his hair.

Letting out a small sigh, ignoring the women now, Faleen turned, looking back over to Izaya and the others. "I will be right back, I can find you later."
and with that, Faleen herself walked back into the costume room after Asch.

"Asch" she spoke quietly, pulling the mask off of her face as she addressed him. "Would you like some help?"

It was true. While Asch was fairly competent with his own hair, when it came to making it girly, he was sorely lacking in expertise. Although this was to be expected considering he wasn't a girl. He stood there and stared scornfully at the various hair things in front of a vanity mirror. He knew some, and other he did not. This was so stupid.

However, when Faleen came up behind him and removed her mask, he looked up at her reflection in the mirror. He gave a relenting sigh. At least Faleen was someone he could trust not to man handle his hair. "Fine," he muttered. "It was either a wig or this." And he was not wearing some stupid wig. Granted he had too much hair for one anyway.

Lilith -

While Lilith did not have the exact same reaction as the younger, spoiled, brunette girl, her first main thought when receiving her costume was a simple one. "Oh, hell no." Unfortunately, she had no real choice in the matter, and so grudgingly she walked over to the dressing room to put on her dinosaur costume. How embarrassing... It was something a child would wear! To think that a grown woman like her would be forced to wear it... It was degrading! Even so, she had to admit [even though she would rather slit her own throat than say it out loud], the clothes she picked out were rather cute.

It was simple and a tad childish, true, but it seemed to suit her somehow. Her costume consisted of a large green hoodie sweater with green felt 'spikes' running down the vertical. On her hands were a pair of green gloves shaped to look like claws, and on her feet were a pair of knee-high green boots with the slightest heel to them. She also wore green tights and green shorts, and attached to the shorts was a small felt tail. All together, she felt like a fool. She tried to keep her spirits up, though. This was Halloween! A time of celebration, where no one cares if you look dumb. She desperately hoped that that would be the case.

Looking around her once she exited the dressing room, Lilith both hoped that she would and would not find anyone she knew to mingle with. It seemed like luck was somewhat on her side, though, for she soon spotted her dear Sorano, dressed as an angel, and his trainee friend Moose, who looked to be a mobster. She wasn't sure who the other dinosaur was. Gratefully, she made her way over to the trio. "Sorano, hey! And hello, Moose," she said, regarding the blond with a polite nod. Her eyes then cast over to the other dinosaur, who seemed rather perturbed. "And, um... Who are you?"

(Asch)

She tilted her head, stepping up next to him to take a look at the items in front of Asch.
"This shouldn't be to hard, or take very long," She said.
She could tell what he was trying to do, and it wouldn't be to terribly difficult to fix it up for him.
When he agreed, Faleen reached out to pick up one of the brushes, moving to sit down next to him so she could first brush his hair out.
"I imagine this is nothing terribly new to you, considering your occupation." She commented, not making a crack at his costume draw. in reality, he did do pretty good on the costume, up till the hair.

Her name was called, and Faleen recognized it as Claire,
Faleen smiled softly, and offered a soft greeting to the other agent.
"Ah, I'm okay, I'm just going to help Asch with his hair, they won't let him through becasue of it."
she frowned softly at that, it was a stupid rule.

(Izaya)
(Kit... you made me change my mind about him being a cat XD <3 you rock)

They won't let him smoke in here, Jerome knew that, fancy place like this, Jerome would have never been able to get into it without the new people he knew and the connection he had no with Team Rocket.
It helped that it was Halloween, most of the people here thought he was wearing contacts becasue of his eyes, so he kinda fit the theme.
Still, Jerome was used to the stares by now, and honestly, it didn't bother him at all.

He had picked cat or animal. Whatever, he didn't really care what was drawn, and would have just thrown on a pair of ears.
but somehow, through the few people around him that cared to talk to him, or that he event knew, Jerome had walked out of the costume room with quite the look.

The gangster was a wolf, appropriate he through, With a hoodie thrown over his shoulders, thick fur, gray like the animal draped around his neck and shoulders and continuing down his back, half sticking up to give him a ruffled, agitated appearance.
The hood was pulled up over his head, with wolf ears sewn to the top.
The gangster had no shirt under it, leaving it unzipped, and bear chest.
Bro' had done something with his shirt, so Jerome didn't really have much of a choice in the matter.
He figured this was the ghost's opportunity to add his suggestions.

Under the hood, Jerome had a flush to skin mask over his eyes, graying his features with the designed markings of a wolf, his eyes already fitting perfectly with the consume, and only managed to make him look more intimidating, even though his mannerism's seemed as laid back as ever.

The moment Jerome stepped out of the costuming room, black pained nails stuffed into the pocket of his hoodie, dark eyes catching sight of his room mate.
He didn't say anything as he walked over, stopping by him and quietly looking over the costume that Izaya had put together.

Bro' who was invisible, seemed to be having an enjoyable time of knocking the fake tail that Jerome had hanging from the back of his pants.

Guy -

So, it was a giant costume party, was it? Guy had seen his fair share of social events and parties, but he couldn't recall ever going to a Halloween party. It was bound to be... interesting, at the very least. He was a little surprised at what costume he drew - a genie - but it certainly wasn't too bad. At least he wouldn't be a fairy or a princess or something.

With the help from his ever eager Anonymes, Guy finally put together a decent genie costume. It consisted of an orange silk vest which showed off his glistening man-chest, a deep red sash he had wrapped around his hips, a pair of baggy orange silk pants trimmed with a gold ribbon, and soft yellow silk shoes. There was some gold face-paint lying about, so Guy painted some gold swirls on his face and super-sexy chest. Anonymes, who also desired to dress up, got gold face-paint painted all over his body so that he looked like a golden genie's lamp. It was a pretty thorough costume, and despite it being a little cold, Guy thought it looked rather good on him.

Anonymes quickly picked out Miss Rosie in the crowd of people. She seemed to be working on Miss Izumi's hair. Guy, a smile on his face, quickly went over to his friends. Once he was close enough, he called out his greeting. "Miss Rosie! Miss Izumi! How nice to see you both here!" He, of course, stayed a decent distance away from the ladies, but he was close enough to get a good look at their costumes. Miss Rosie seemed to be a pink pirate, while Miss Izumi was an angel. "Your costumes look very nice." It was then that he noticed Seraphine's costume, and it took all of the self-control in the world for him not to burst out laughing. She looked like a giant chicken! "Oh, and, um. Miss Seraphine. You look nice as well."

Anonymes, excited to see his human friends once again, quickly floated over to Miss Rosie and gave her a large hug. Miss Rosie looked so lovely and cute! Miss Izumi looked nice, too! They all looked nice! Noticing Kiss Kiss nearby, Anon happily floated over to the Pikachu and gave her a hug as well. ["Miss Kiss Kiss! Hi! How are you?"]

That fact that this shouldn't take too long was of some comfort to the red head with the wounded pride. Maybe if he was lucky, hardly anyone would recognize him. He would just have to stay quiet, his voice would undoubtably give him away.

"That's true," Asch muttered back to Faleen, his irritation still simmering beneath the surface. He would have to agree with Faleen that these rules were stupid, but his hair did look rather ridiculous, more so than if it was done right.

However, as Faleen started brushing out his long red hair, Asch went silent. He stared thoughtfully at the mirror, hardly noticing as someone else came to Faleen and started speaking to her.

Aila had little positive experience with parties, but she did have the part of the wallflower down pat. She wasn't terribly thrilled with the thought of yet another outing in Camphoreon, even less so when she was told at the entrance that she had to wear one of their ridiculous costumes to gain entrance. She had narrowed her eyes indignantly at the ticket - 'cowgirl,' it mandated - but had managed to salvage the outfit into something at least marginally acceptable. Besides, being uncomfortable for an evening was a small price to pay for the opportunity to keep an eye on her partner and her recruit. Not that she didn't trust the two behave rationally; that had never been an issue for Asch and Izaya seemed to be improving. However, any circumstances under which the two were in the same place at the same time made her wary, and so she was willing to suffer a little for the peace of mind afforded by being in the same room.

The girl stood pointedly to a side, watching the arriving participants. Everyone seemed to be rather into it, even those that didn't look as though they particularly enjoyed their costumes. Many of them were familiar faces; it seemed a great number of her coworkers were in attendance. Aila looked on quietly as friends met up and groups were formed. If nothing else, these sorts of gatherings tended to be interesting to observe.

Sam always arrived early to parties. How else were you supposed to scope the best food/booze/deejays/egress routes? For a costume party, with costumes provided, doubly so. She wasn't going to be stuck with the dregs, given the random selection method of costumes for the evening. She looked at her ticket with "Mummy" printed on it. "This has potential," she murmured with a grin.

Sadly, her first idea was a bust. Almost every thing in the mummy section was blingtastically faux Egyptian. So much for being the Haraldskær Woman or a generic bog person. Plan B hit much better success. After taking a moment to observe the few people who seemed dedicated to the make up and cosmetic aspects of the night. She cornered one who showed talent in that regard and asked with a mirthful grin, "So, how do you feel about full body paint?" Apparently, he liked it. So did Sam.

Sure, the result left her skirting the line between mummy and zombie, but as she told the attendant on hand, "A mummy is basically a zombie in toilet paper. Pop culture says so." She was already skirting the line of good taste, decked out in more ostentatious gold jewelry than was probably healthy. (Who cares if mummies don't usually have nose rings?) And she was definitely clashing between green body paint and teal hair. (Community clothes chest? Sure. Community wig stand? No thanks.) At least this was the good dye, so while she might be green around the gills for the next few days, at least she wouldn't be trailing radioactive mummy slime if she sat on anything.

She examined herself critically in a mirror. The loincloth, she was very proud of. It did a wonderful job of showcasing the detail her make-up artist had painted on her skin, part of the compromise that had tipped the balance in the argument for the body dye. The exposed muscles painted on were a nice touch with the bloodied bandages that compiled the rest of her costume.

Making one last horrific face in the mirror, complete with monster claw pose, Sam strode out in search of a punchbowl. Surely by now, someone would have had the grace and good taste to spike at least one of them.