He sat in his room, smiling as he set the fire bomb and Fester on a pile of stacked books and set the boxes of make-up on the floor. Dancing, he moved about his room, turning on a lamp and taking it over to sit on a chest against the wall, and then moving over to another chest. Reaching in, he moved about, before pulling out several editions of dirty magazines and setting them neatly on the chest beside the lamp. Moving about, he set to find a mirror.
"Mirror. Mirror. Where did I put that?" He remembered his father had stuffed one with his things when he packed to go to school. He didn't use it, but he knew he had one, and he needed one now. After tearing his room apart, he managed to find it and set the ornate mirror atop the chest to lean against the wall at an angle. Perfect. His small vanity was started to come together.
Now, he needed something else. The new image he was going for would not work without clothes, and once again, he actually felt glad – for once – that his father had insisted he dress and look nice – even if it had been in vain. He kept all these things, the nice combs, hair pieces, and clothes, in a far corner under a mound of romance novels. He never bothered to open it since moving, but now was the time.
Calder's parents were both gorgeous, breathtaking creatures that would make everyone wonder how they managed to thrive in Halloween Town. It was probably attributed that they were hauntingly beautiful. His father, a gallant shade of shadow black and glossy hair and soft features, and his mother, a wild mare of curling, waving hair and sharp features. It was surprising that, when seeing these two, that they looked at him and found a poorly dressed, messy teen with no inclination of keeping his features in any sort of an appealing way.
He didn't care to doll up – but he had an occasion now. This other stallion he would HAD to be impressive, else he would never catch the eye of his beloved. Now, he just needed to pick the features and dress. Setting the lewd magazines open, he flipped around to find some facial features for reference and to help him decide. Come tomorrow, he would seek out his professor off campus – not hard when you spent your free time stalking said prey. He knew what stores he went to, and he often frequented them during the weekends. Always one for literature, aren't you darling?
He settled on a few images. Dark hair, red eyes, and tan skin. A white patch on the brow. He thought to do the hair as well, and flipped about until he found on that looked both elegant but not snooty. It then came to clothes, and he turned back around to haul the load of a chest over to the make-shift vanity and look through all the junk his father packed for him. All things to doll him up with, and all things that were never touched and had never had the intention of being touched till now.
Frowning to himself, he reached in and started to shove clothes aside, looking through for something that said mature yet worked to wear on the streets. He couldn't dress in a tuxedo at a bookstore, now could he? At least he found a nice dress shirt, jacket, and pants, and also found the small box of additional hair decorations his father stuffed in the back. Perfect. Pulling these out, he set them aside atop the chest and looked at all he had for his transformation. He would have tired things on now, but he worried about using the makeup and being stuck with it on for the next day, thus ruining his plans. No. He could wait and spend the entire time working on his looks and then, soon, he would seek out the star in his sky, the song to his world, and the apple of his eye.
Turning about, Calder looked over to his Shrine of Alabaster, a odd assortment of things. An Alabaster doll, some frowning unicorns, and random objects he either fished out of Alabaster's trash or swiped from his desk. A paperclip, a loose hair be was sure was his, a pencil, and a piece of paper that had some of his handwriting on it. Smiling, he looked to the Alabaster doll and sighed as he touched his heart. "Your long, lonely days will be over soon."
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