The House Of Immortality

Awww I'm sorry eve

It's fine guys :/ right now I'm dripping snot.. (hardly attractive) and I'm tryna cool down lol but I should be good, so any OOC? ^.^

What are you guys up to?(:

I'm not sure how Jane would react to seeing aryc XD so only if you want and I'm reading waiting for walking dead

so true lol xD hmm... dang :\

Yup like I said up to you XD

Holland: Even if it was the night of the Halloween party, I wasn't really feeling the dressing up and getting ready idea. I was concerned with the two people who wouldn't be able to witness this holiday, my actions having taken their lives. I know it wasn't my fault, I needed to try to move on and live my life, but somebody doesn't just bounce back from killing another. How does somebody even commit those kinds of crimes and not feel the slightest remorse? I couldn't key my depression to Abby, she'd find it a reason to be concerned about me and I didn't want her to worry, not when she was the one hurt. I'd get better, the guilt and images of gore would fade off. Everything would be fine.

I couldn't decline going to the party, and it might be just he distraction I need, so I pulled myself together. A shower and a little care to my hair, putting it up into a bun, that's all I required besides the costume. Okay, perhaps a little mascara to make it seem like I had thrown some makeup on my face, but that was it. I dried off and threw on the pants first, though they were much more difficult than it looks. Tugging and skill went into it, and in the end it looked like they were close to painted on. Whatever works, and it was bound to gather Abbys attention. The shirt was a little easier, but it didn't cover my midsection and I was a little unsure if that was a good thing or not. Certainly, in this weather, no. For the party though, it was pretty suitable. Shield in hand and boots pulled on in a hurry, I approached my door to answer the knocking I had heard. Abby obviously, she was the only one who would come and see if I was ready and I knew the voice of my girlfriend quite well.

Once I opened the door I was met with a quite shocking discovery. Black widow, to be precise, and it drove a smirk onto my face. "My, my, what a Natasha you make." Leaning against the door, I looked her over and made the assumption that she was rather perfect for the part. The character had always been my favorite, and Abby was special in an entirely different way. "Are we ready to head off, because we better get away from this room as fast as possible before I pull you in here."

Elsa: She was serious about this thing, being Loki while everyone else had seemingly easier costumes. Justin was a prince, for crying out loud. She was Thor, the good guy. Loki was... Mischief, which had Sora all over it. Why couldn't she be Loki? Maybe I was trying to pin this difficult costume on somebody else in my frustration, but could anyone blame me? I somehow squeezed myself into the pieces, but I couldn't figure out what to do with my hair. Leave it down naturally or brush it back like his is? Finally deciding up natural I heard Justin speak up, wishing to help me if I needed it. Such a gesture caused me to blush, and I knew he was probably three shades brighter than I was upon the realization of what he said. Placing the headset on, I heard the bedroom door open and another voice spring up, though it was inaudible.

Another knock, then Anna. I suppose that was about right. My sister coming to check up on me, though I was fine. I opened the door and shook my head, frowning. "How does it look? Good or bad?" Sora was desperately hugging Jotunn and I shot him a look of sincere apology, though he was probably used to it by now.

Kennedy: "Come on, lets get you dressed up..." My costume was easy, just a skirt, sweater, and tie. Well, more than that. I already owned the white button up, the sneakers, and admittedly I owned the socks too. I was a bit of a Harry Potter fan, sorry. I laid Valerie on the bed and smiled, her hand reaching up for me as if I had done something wrong by setting her down. I felt a large absence without her against my chest, and I had never thought I'd see motherhood just a year ago. "Just a moment, it's only ears and we can take them off when we get to the party. I just wanna snap a photo to send to Jakob, okay?" I reached over to the dresser, grabbed the ears, and placed them on her head carefully. "There, now just a quick moment." Picking her up, I took the camera from the end table and quickly got the shot before she started fussing. "Alright, alright..." Horrible Dobby, isn't she? Smiling, I removed the headband the ears were on and heard a knock at the door.

Paternal instincts kicked in and I clutched Valeriya to my chest, afraid it was her father visiting the mansion again. He had been at the hospital, and I hoped he wouldn't come here. Yuffie's voice soothed my worry, and I opened the door with a slight smile. "Hey there, I wasn't expecting you to come by before the party."

Sam: As I put the disc in the tray she resorted to telling me not to help her, which was difficult to hold up. I mean, since day one with Reyna I was the kind of guy who wanted to make things better, and I did my best. She didn't want me around while she threw up? Wasn't marriage for sickness and health? I shook my head and rejoined her on the bed, holding her closer against me. "You're making this worse than it is. I just wanna help out, it's what a husband does for his wife. When he loves her, anyway." Smiling, I picked up the remote and hit play, setting it aside in the same motion. "If you really don't want my help, then I'll leave you alone. I'm sorry your Halloween is practically ruined though, with you having to run to he bathroom every few minutes. Perhaps when you get better we can make up for it?" I shrugged and focussed on the screen, pulling her into my lap as my arms wrapped around her waist. What use was watching scary movies when she was ill? We could cuddle, try and catch some shut eye so she'll feel better. Then again, maybe I was partial to cuddling on all accounts.

Dilynn: Whenever he turned something on his face told me this was a mistake. Then again, Halloween was about dressing up ridiculously. Brody looked weird too, but no judgement. I had gotten all the talking out of the way anyway, bringing up his parents during thanksgiving again just so he would remember. Now he requested I help him with face paint? All out, wasn't he? When I dressed as a ghost while in the orphanage I just threw a sheet on and forgot the rest. "Sure, but you don't have to lie to me. My costume is dorky, just like the movie. It'll be fine, at least people will know what I am Mr. Michaels." I rolled my eyes and took the paint, opening the top. After I had my fingers prepared with paint, because I knew this was going to be fun, I smirked and started spreading it across his arms. "Are you going to dance tonight? I mean, it'd be great if we could dance. Not that I'm going to pressure you, because I know you aren't used to this kind of dancing we do in Seattle, but nobody around here does things like you do in Tennessee."

Henry: With Micah over at Newlin manor with his mother, I was alone again. Something I was quite used to, though had found a few ways to ease the ache it brought. Tara had invited me to a party to go to and I had accepted, having gone last night. College parties were not a place I belonged, I didn't know what to do with myself. She was busy discussing costumes with friends and I was stuck trying to keep the college guys from asking too many questions about how old I was or how I knew Tara. We left around midnight and just came back to the mansion, because I didn't feel comfortable allowing her to go home alone at that time. Especially not on foot across campus.

Maybe she stayed a little longer than I let on, and maybe I was an awful man. I had fallen into a new sort of low, one that reverted me back to the man I was before I had met Micah or anyone around this mansion. Before I was a kinder, gentler Newlin. When I was fresh out of a relationship that never held any sort of stability. I had gotten very, very weak and allowed myself to slip. A drink turned into two, which obviously turned to four, and so on until I couldn't remember the number. Tara was beside me when I woke, fully clothed though snuggled close. At least I knew I hadn't slept with her, but I put her life at risk just being near her while intoxicated. I was a different man then, angry with resentment and at the same time rather disgustingly forward. She didn't seem to have been bothered by it, but I knew I was leading this poor girl on for nothing. I was a mistake to be around, take interest in, or involve yourself with. I think even my parents must've known, that's why they moved onto Brady so quickly. I slipped away from her and showered, trying to clean away the smell of teenage body odor and beer from my skin. Hopefully she would be awake by the time I came out, so we could talk about what happened. After drying off and putting on the fresh pair of boxers I brought into the bathroom I stepped out, capturing her grey eyes almost immediately. "Good morning..."

"Thanks, for coming to the party I mean. I needed a real friend there." I shrugged my shoulders and grabbed a pair of jeans from the closet, pulling them on. "No problem. I'm sorry about, you know, getting into some trouble with the drinking. I used to be an alcoholic, I usually stay away from the stuff since rehab." She seemed rather shocked, but made no effort to run out of the room like I expected of all women in my life. "I hope I didn't do anything stupid, I can't really remember." She shook her head and smiled, causing me to smile in return. At least I knew I wasn't a total mess last night. "You were fine. You insisted we come back here, I drove, and that's it. We talked a while, mostly just you about how you used to play football and your brother is really smart. Things like that. We fell asleep, and I woke up about ten minutes ago when you were in the shower."

"I'll take you home then, you probably have a lot to do anyway. I have to get ready for another Halloween thing tonight, I might not even go..." She seemed curious but didn't respond, just nodding her head. "Perhaps you should just take the car and I'll catch a ride to school tomorrow with you, okay? I trust you won't do anything to it anyway." She stood, took the keys without a word, and kissed my cheek. "Happy Halloween, Tara." With that, she strode out of the room, leaving me feeling like I had done something wrong. I was always doing something wrong, it wasn't a surprise. I sat on the edge of my bed and groaned into my hands, though I knew I needed to get ready for this party. Should I even go? I couldn't put on a smile for everyone when I was so upset with myself, it wouldn't work. I suppose for the sake of pretending all was well, I could try to muster the effort. It was late afternoon anyway, we slept in quite a bit.

Omg Oaken. YEEEEESSSS!!!!!

NOOOOOO!!! DX

Ah, the mirror, yes I saw that coming; they're adding bits of the original tale into the movie :3 All I can wonder is when is Anna/Elsa gonna get a pair of skates? XD

Yeah sometimes it's not good to have prior knowledge. Besides the whole 'Family' thing I knew what the Snow Queen was planning because I had read the plot of the riginal tale DX Damn my curiousness! DX

blaarg

Herro!

Writing replies, then gonna do homework.

okie, I couldnt get into class today so xD

Lucky you.

I knew that Holland would look good in a Captain America costume, but I hadn't been expecting this! The way the suit clung to her body in all of the right places, the way it teasingly displayed her midriff but absolutely nothing else... She could've borrowed my outfit, but I was so glad she decided to search for her own to wear. Hottest. Captain. America. EVER! And she was mine, all mine. Damn, I was lucky!

At the mention of being pulled into the room, I couldn't help but smirk, because the thought of dragging her back in the room, pinning her to the bed and having my way with Captain Holland had literally just popped into my mind. "Please, Holland, at this moment I'm more likely to pull you in the room; you look so incredibly sexy right now." One arm snaked around Holland's waist as I pulled her into a passionate kiss. It really was all I could do to refrain from taking this over to the bed, and reluctantly I pulled away from the kiss. Hadn't the whole point been for me to turn her on with my costume? It seemed like it had backfired badly.

I pushed the innappropriate thoughts to the back of my mind, though I did slide my hand down to her *ss, guiding her out of the room and closing the door behind us. My smirk turned into a full on - and super rare grin as I then started steering Holland down the hall, adding jokingly. "Come on Cap, lets save the party from total boredom."

I swear I tried so so hard not to laugh! I almost did, snorting a little before bringing my hands up to smother the sound. I was struggling to compose as it was, but the thing that made me lose any control the Sora when she looked at Elsa and asked, "Why does Elsa have antlers?" Antlers! The helmet made Elsa look like a green and gold antelope! My hands couldn't muffle the laughter anymore, moving to clutch my sides instead. I could tell Justin was giving m a look of disapproval - you didn't need to see him to no that he'd be annoyed at you for laughing as his girlfriend - but I couldn't help it! "Oh Elsa! T-The helmet!" That was about as much soeech I got out before Justin guided me into the corner of the room to calm down. I felt like I was being put in time out, but I didn't really care that much right now.

As soon as Anna started laughing I frowned in her direction. I had known that Elsa wasn't entirely fond of the outfit - she had been complaining every now and then in the past week since she saw what she had to wear - and Anna's laughter was only making it worse. I decided to intervene before Elsa locked herself in the bathroom in humiliation, leaving Sora and Jotunn alone on the bed to snuggle... If you could really call squeeze the air out f the poor cat 'Snuggling'. Approaching my girlfriend, I spoke up in order to correct things. "What Anna means to say is that you look amazing, but the helmet miiiight be a bit too much." Carefully removing said helmet, I threw it back onto the bed, careful not to harm Sora and Jotunn in the process, and fixed Elsa's hair, smiling softly as I took in her appearance. "There you go, now you're the most beautiful Loki that ever lived." I gave her a playful wink, knowing that the only other Loki that had ever existed was a guy, so of course I wouldn't consider him beautiful. Sora agreed with me, calling out, "Elsa's so pretty!"

I turned my attention back to Anna, thankful that the younger Royal had managed to compose herself now that the helmet was off. "Are you done?" I doubled checked because she still had that silly grin on her face that looked as if she wanted to laugh again, but once she nodded, I dropped it with a, "Good," And focused my attention back on Elsa. "Now, may Prince Charming please have the honour of escorting the Queen of Mischief to the ball?"

Oh great, Kennedy was all dressed up and ready to go to the party. I had thouht she wouldn't be going since she had Valerie but apparently I was wrong. Great, there went my excuse not to go. "Uh, yeah, well I just thought I'd see how you were and all." That wasn't a lie, but it wasn't the full truth either. It was too late to fake sickness so I'd just have to deal with my messed up feelings and pray that I wouldn't bump into the person I had mixed up feelings about - the annoyingly handsome Henry.

I let out a sigh at my predicament because then brushed it off to take in Kennedy's costume and living prop. It didn't take a genius to know what the red and yellow tie stood for. "Hermoine?" It was more rhetorical than anything. I smirked a little, gesturing to Valerie as I added, "Y'know, I pretty sure that for the majority of the book, she didn't have a baby, especially one in rags." Smiling down at the baby in question, I tickled Valerie's timmy with one of my fingers, rolling my eyes jokingly. "Honestly, Valerie, your mother knows nothing about baby fashion," I cooed, teasing Kennedy a little because I knew that she actually knew how to dress a child properly. "I guess we're gonna jave to teach her a thing or two, huh, little midget?"

I think Samuel was missing the point. I had nothing against him helping me when I was feeling sick, I didn't want him - or anyone for that matter - witnessing me vomiting; it was just one of those things from childhood that I had never liked, more of a pet peeve than a fear bu I just couldn't stand people witnessing me in that situation, and knew that deep down Sam would rather stay watching the movie than watching me throw up the cotents of last night's dinner. I didn't get to point this out, though, as the fool pulled me into his lap, causing my stomach to churn with the movement. It took a moment to swallow back the bile rising in my throat before I leaned into my husband, my eyes focusing on the tv screen. "It's ok, really, it's better than being sick at christmas which, actually, if I think this is what I think this is, I will be." I wasn't really sure yet - I had missed my monthly but it was notorious for running late anyway - but after all of our attempts at having children, it might've paid off. I'd give things another week before taking the test but, if I really was pregnant, then it'd be worth being sick over christmas. It'd suck, yeah, but still be worth if once I held our son or daughter in our arms.

Oh gosh! I had expected Dilynn to use a sponge or a cloth but her fingers? Sure, for now it was fine, but when she got to my chest and abs... Oh it, that was going to a whole other kind of interesting! I blushed just thinking about it, thankful for theheight difference so that Dilynn would find it hard to see it, then decided that the best way to minimize the possibilty of her taking advantage of getting to touch all kinds of areas was to do it myself, so I coated my free hand with paint and awkwardly rubbed into my chest. At the mention of dancing I stifled a shrug. Sure, people round here didn't tend to square dance, but for Dilynn's sake I was at least willing to try and dance like a city boy tonight. "I guess I could try dancing, but I can't promise I'll be any good at it." With my blush now faded, I looked down to give my girlfriend a sheepish smile. "I guess I'll be relying on you to make me look good, Darlin'. No pressure."

yep but it sucks :/

I think it's cool. You're technically skipping school but you have a legitimate reason for it.

I wonder if I have time for a nap before homeowrk... I'm gonna attempt it...

lets see how this turns out XD

*walks in, throws bag onto the floor and goes straight into her closet, slamming the door as she does so*

O.o s-scampi?

can you tell me about it or?

awh ;-; I wish I could help

T^T

Ugh, wanna go back to sleep but I have work to do DX

Poor wolfie.

I can tell that was sarcastic but since you're out of the closet I'll let it slide.