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PARTICIPANTS:
* Simon (+Seymour, Samson)
* Alex
* Franz
* Marlo, Elzo
* Alexis

BITCHY OOC NOTES:
PLEASE KEEP IN MIND this is ICly taking place Halloween night, so if you want your character to do some more things BEFORE halloween, I'd advise against plunking this in your journal right away unless you've made some reserve posts first or something.

This is PHASE 1, where all the boys are meeting up and then heading to the Crystal Academy dorm hall. Consider posting here your roll call; if you don't show up in this RP you're no longer part of the raid. I will make separate threads for each raid party later on.

GIRL PLAYERS PLEASE POST IN THIS THREAD while this RP is underway so we know you're still on board. If you don't post before Phase 1 is finished, same deal with the boys, you're cut out. @__@ Sorry if this causes any inconvenience.

No posting order for this, otherwise it will drag out forever; we'll have everyone move out when everyone has posted at least once or twice and go to phase 2 from there. Aaaaaand enough of my bitching, let's get this party started! >:V HANG ON WHILE I MAKE THE INTRO POST, MOFOS

"Oh god, I can't believe we're doing this!" "Elzo..." "I mean...It's like, a dream come true!' "Elzo." "Crystal Academy Pant-" "ELZO!" Marlo grabbed his brother's cape and yanked down. People were still in the bar, and really, they didn't want just anyone knowing their plans. "Keep it on the down lo. At least for now." Purple dreads were yanked by leather gloved hands. "Hey, I'm just saying!" Marlo, dressed in what many would have considered a hodgepodge outfit was in fact, probably the most absurd costume for a Hillworth boy to dress as. He was going as Killingworth, the famed and feared Hillworth gym teacher. After all, it was slightly scary. Right?
Elzo grunted and readjusted his leather (or rather fake leather) man thong. Dressed as a Spartan, he kept claiming it was very manly and NO, he was not cold. Even though he was shivering time from time.
"Well, where is everyone?" The spartan leaned ontop of the gym teacher.
"Patience is a virtue. beside, we might be early." And Hillworth boys weren't known for punctuality.

Marlo reeling a bit back as the unknown boy approved him. Well, if he knew him, it must mean they had met in the past. Somewhere. Right? "Uh, Nice to uh, see you?" He readjusted the cheap sunglasses on his face. Really, how did the gym teacher wear the stupid things indoors? Plus they kept wanting to fall down. "Uh, forgive me, I'm not good with names, who are you again?" Elzo on the other hand had stalked his way over tO Simon and gave him a firm slap on the back. "Glad you came Simon! You swinging both ways these days? That's cool. Oh, yeah, you know my bro Marlo?" He pushed simon toward Marlo. "Hello Simon." Marlo's deadpan voice and face made the costume slightly convincing. When you got over how short he was and lacking in facial hair and well...yeah.
"COOL BRO! Hey you guys seen anybody else?" Elzo addressed the group as a whole, hand still pushing Simon towards Marlo who was not quite amused by his brother's antics.

"Oh sorry man, sorry, my bad. Yeah," Samson replied, fidgetingly backing off but still grinning. "Here I thought Ferris woulda told you about us, but... well, whatever..."

"Or our reputation would precede us," Seymour interjected, lazily smirking.

"Shut up, Ferguson -- anyway, yeah, the douche over there's Seymour Ferguson, I'm MacFern - Samson MacFern. We're kinda Simon's best bros, yeah?"

Simon yelped, but that was due to the hand suddenly creeping up on him. Really, he should have gotten used to his manhandling by this point, but it still terrified him. Franz in general terrified him.

"Germaine! You're, like... a minute and a half late, what's the deal, I thought you were one of those punctual types of people," Samson said, crossing his arms and tapping a foot. "I mean, we even got Ferguson here on time for you--"

"Blow me, Leprechaun--"

"--shut up, Ferguson."

Over his dormmates' squabbling, Simon let out a quiet, but very exasperated sigh. "Erm," he started, facing Marlo, "I'm n-not sure I saw anyone else, but there's a few ways you can get here..."

Was he late? Yep. But no worries, man! Everything was cool, yeah. Alexander Neal Rivera waltzed into The Lonely Star Bar & Grill, adjusting the horned helmet on his head. It was cheap and made of plastic, but hey -- add in a few strips of clear ducttape and the horns were nice and shiny again. At least they weren't falling off like they were earlier?

Alex stopped as he was approaching the group, staring before slowly backing away. He had managed to half-turn before Killingworth Marlo spoke, earning a sigh of relief before the boy approached them. "Man! For a moment I thought the man, the M.P.B. came to crash the rally. Hooo, good thing I didn't leave! Been waitin' a long time for this groove-crackin' shimmy-shankin' par-tay since I first heard it."

Apparently someone's helmet was on too tight. Plastic, two horns, a vest and brown pants... All he was missing was a big, floppy plastic battle-axe to round off the entire costume. But what sort of viking wore a polka-dotted headband, beads, and ran around in sandals and bell-bottoms? A viking-hippy to be exact. Even if his costume didn't inspire fear, he could at least instill nightmares in the more fashion-oriented minds at Crystalworth with his psychedelic clashing colors and oversized, star-shaped orange-tinted glasses.

"Oh yeah! I brought my cam dudes," he said, pulling out his battered video camera. "Hope ya guys don't mind if I record this shizz, 'sept we should probably come up with code names or somethin'. 'less, like, the man and his cohorts find it and bust us, y'know?"

Alexis knew he was late, he knew he was late because he had arrived early because he had known that otherwise he would be late. But of course he ended up late anyways out of sheer embarrassment and an internal conflict that would put a Bronte novel to shame. He stayed out in the alleyway in his costume, pacing as he tried to figure out some way he could get out of this. And then, when he realized there was no embarrassing way to sneak out of this raid, what was the best way to do damage control. It was only when he checked his watch that he realized that being late was counter-productive to mitigating the damage.

"Right then," Alexis sighed nervously. "In we go." The boy inched from the alleyway into the bar, staring pointedly at his feet as several of the patrons stared holes into his back. He didn't quite understand why. After all, there were disco zombies and a spartan and a boy who looked like he should be entrenched in a war zone. What was so odd about his costume that he would be warranted with judgmental stares. Really now. How odd was a ghost costume! Sure it was made out of a bed sheet, but he had even frayed the bottom! And worn white pants so when he lifted his arms it wasn't totally ruined. It was a normal, run-of-the-mill costume...right?

Simon made no complaint when the large piece of paper was shoved into his hands, part of him figuring the information on it wasn't going to be relevant to him anyway. He was already fully intent on not touching anything the moment he entered the Crystal dorms, it was something he had planned the very moment he folded under his roommates' peer pressure.

"Tomb of embarrassment, definitely," Seymour piped up, nodding coolly. Holding up a finger, he added to Franz's account, "There's also the Diary Vault method, in which a girl will devote a lot of drawer space to her underwear so she can hide more embarrassing things underneath it all. It's a deterrent against snooping siblings."

"Three guesses why he knows this-- no, two guesses--"

"It's valuable information, Samson--"

"Valuable like your mom's face."

"That doesn't even make any sense, leprechaun--"

"STOP CALLING ME THAT."

The blonde shrugged and said, "Fine, then, now you're Lucky Charms. You said we needed codenames anyway, right... uh, dude?" He gave a glance over to the viking-hippy.

The viking seemed saddened by the news of 'no YouTubing' but hey -- pillaging was A-OK! He shoved his camera back into his bell-bottomed trousers and took a seat, scooting into the booth to make himself comfortable. "Journalistic inte- hey! Franz, right? Been readin' your stuff, man! It's good, I always pick up a copy when a new one comes out. By the way, what'd you use to darken your hair? Y'know most powdered drinks are permanent, right? Might be wise to risk the toiletries in order to find some dye to cover that up." He stopped as the rest of the table turned to look at him in utter horror. "Oookay, maybe not! Geeze, girls things are that bad? Nevermind then!"

He leaned back, watching with growing amusement as Alexis came in. "Duuuude man! What are you wearing? A sheet? Tch! A'ight, who's with me on voting that mister ghost here should change that sheet into a toga and go as Julius Cesare, the great Greek-Roman conqueror dude?"

When the blond boy looked over at him, Alexander blinked. "Huh? Oh! Yeah, totally Ms. Pacman. Look at it this way," he removed his tinted glasses. "Look at it this way, even if I'm not gonna upload this, chicks have cellphones and a place like Crystalworth might have cameras. If we're not careful, we could get our photo taken and it's off to have lunch with Killingworth everyday, feasting off of our own tears. A code name'll lessen the chances of that happening, since really who the hell is Lucky Charms?"

"And, uh, no go Agent Hurricane. It's been decided ahead of time that you'll be Jack Nicholson. Majority rules, so long as you don't decide to chase us around with an axe in the snow or anything creepy like that."