CHARACTER COSTUME CONTEST

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If Halloween existed in the world of THE BLUE, what would your character go as to a Halloween party? Please be as descriptive and creative as you like! You get bonus points for creativity! And yes, things like vampires, werewolves, zombies, and anything else from the horror genre exists in TB! Extra bonus points if you write your entry In Character or if you draw your character in costume!

Only characters that have been accepted are allowed to participate and you can do one entry for each character! Meaning, if you have more than one character, you can enter all your characters. Just make sure you post your character's contest entry on that character's account! Also, try not to copy any one.

The contest will last until tomorrow night so everyone from all the time zones has a chance to participate!

There is 1st, 2nd, and 3rd place as well as honorable mentions. The prizes are all a secret, but trust me, they're big.

Good luck to all the participants! <3

[defenderx2480]

Knives took a step forward...and immediately slipped on a large puddle of blood in the middle of the room, causing him to slide and crash against the wall. He was knocked to the side...and landed ass-first in a chair. He crossed his arms and pointed his head up slightly while muttering, "I meant to do that." He heard snickering in the other room and grabbed a brick from the shelf next to him to toss it at the wall. It bounced off with a loud 'THUNK' while Knives called out, "'Ey, if you've got time to giggle like a bitch in 'eat, get in 'ere." He stood just as Axe entered the room and looked at the puddle of blood on the floor, "What? You have your period?"

Knives shrugged and pulled a switchblade out of his back pocket, "Look, Father told us we had to go to this thing, so we're going to this thing, right?" Axe only shrugged and Knives 'Tsk'ed before stabbing himself in the throat with the knife. He twisted it around a few times before doubling over and coughing up a thick glob of blood, which added to the puddle of blood on the floor. He closed the knife and put it back in his pocket before turning back to Axe, the wound had already closed itself enough that he could speak again, "See that? I need..." He waved his hand horizontally at his neck, "A bit taken off the top." Axe just kind of started at him, eliciting a sigh from Knives as he turned and pointed to a large executioner's axe propped up in the corner, "Don't know why we have that, but hey, put it to good use." Axe walked over to the corner and hoisted the huge axe onto his shoulder and turned back towards Knives, sporting a smile that split his cheeks...

A few minutes later, Knives was walking through the hallway with a dark shape tucked underneath his arm. Blood trailed from the bottom of the shape, which matched the blood smeared across Knives' suit. When Axe finally caught up to him, Knives raised the dark shape and it spoke, it's eyes opening in the process, "Well..." Knives' severed head said, "What're we keeping Father for?"

( Horseless Headless Horseman. Yeeeeh. Few things, though...
1. I apologize for using Axe, most likely out of character. ;w;
2. I don't know how the head cutting off and speaking thing would work...it...it...uh...uh...MAGIC.)

[polbailar]

“This is a waste of time” groaned Peter, as we searched through his wardrobe. “Hand out candy to kids on base? How did they even get here? We’re floating in the middle of the sky.” Unfortunately, the order still stood: Peter was in charge of handing out candy at in the Medical wing of the fortress, and he was to do it in costume. Thus his predicament.

Tossing out article after article of clothing, Peter realized his situation was dire. “I’m a doctor, dammit, why would I own a costume?”He looked back up and realized his wardrobe was now empty, its previous contents strewn about the floor. Suddenly, a stroke of genius came to him.

Picking up a dirty lab coat and a blood stained shirt from earlier, he quickly put them on, all the while mussing his hair. To any onlooker, he looked the same as he did any day, except with messier hair. He had found the perfect way to follow his order, while protesting the holiday at the same time. He went to the front entrance and awaited the inevitable question.

He wasn't waiting long. Within minutes, the first group of candy pirates showed up, and instantly their chaperon asked.

“Peter, what the hell are you doing? The Captain’s gonna bust a gasket when he sees-”

“Mad scientist,” he grinned, stretching back in his chair. "Keep walking"

[emilio]

AND I'M FEELING GOOD !

IT'S A NEW DAWN, IT'S A NEW DAY, IT'S A NEW LIFE FOR ME, AND I'M FEELING GOOD!

Emilio always loved to go over the top. It was what he did: he liked to overshadow people because it made him feel better. Yeah, he won't deny that he does it for an entirely childish reason. He just feels good when the others look at him in awe. That's why he spent a good month on this costume for one day. He would be seen as the best for years to come, that was for sure!

The male looked at himself in the mirror, checking to see if anything was out of place. He started from the top down. He checked the headdress, real gazelle horns twisting up and (seemingly) out of his head, spray-painted very light blue. A thin silver chain attached to the ends of those horns, hanging down between them and a blue gem the shape of a drop of water attaching to both and suspending over his head. He had let his hair down, although it was brushed out of his eyes, and he had put temporary white streaks through it from where the gem only barely touched his head out to the tips of his hair. White feathers were attached to the backs of his ears, spreading out elegantly. Blue streaked under his eyes and down his nose, mouth and chin, ending on the underside of his jaw. His elongated teeth were whitened as much as they could be and his tongue was dyed a light blue.

His eyes moved down to his shoulders, where two heavy wings spanned. He adjusted them so they rested on his shoulders a little better. They swooped down from his shoulders, almost looking like a cape if not for the ends, which were long and covered with a very light blue membrane that stretched over all of it. White feathers came from the joints and the very tips, making them not quite look like bird's wings, but still seeming like they could fly. He pulled on the string that slid through the pipes ("Bones") that went through the wings. They drew up against his back, folding easily. He smiled slightly to himself as he continued to look at his costume.

Down to the actual clothes: a blue silk cloth fit over his chest, drooping off of one should due to it's wide neck. The long sleeves came down and almost covered his hands, the cloth hanging well down to his knees with his arms raised to his chest. The same blue gems hung on the end of those sleeves, one on the back of his hand and one brushing the floor when his arms were down. The material was slightly see-through, showing a bare, well sculpted and albeit thin chest below that. White gypsy pants hung low on his thin hips, puffing out at the bottom and being brought together by a chain that the same blue gem hung off of and rested on the tops of his bare feet. A tail hung from the top of those pants, attached to his skin. It was very light blue and was scaled, the end flapping slightly with the light membrane that was the same as the stuff on his wings.

He had to admit, this was his best costume yet, although not many people would get that he was a Dragon. Their loss.

NOTES ... I want to make this. :<

POST TEMPLATE MADE BY EDWARD OF ON THE EDGE

[AUSTIN FOX]

Austin never expected things to end badly. Unfortunately for him, however, they usually did. Even more unfortunate was that things didn’t usually just end badly…they ended catastrophically. But what can you expect from a man who thinks he knows everything? Poise and sophistication? Austin may strive for such qualities, but he usually never comes across as such.

So when he decided he was going to dress as a ship captain for Halloween, everyone told him not to. All he heard when he explained his idea was that it was impersonation and that he would most definitely get in trouble and probably thrown off the ship. Von Braun didn’t take this kind of stuff lightly, and it would be assumed other ship captains wouldn’t either.

Did Austin listen to these (very wise) words of advice?

Of course not.

Austin Fox never cared what people told him to do. It really wasn’t his thing. So there he stood that Halloween evening, primping his “costume” in front of his mirror. It wasn’t really a costume, per say, because he just used things from his own closet. He had chosen a few things that closely resembled an outfit he’d seen Von Braun wearing a few times, and had nicked a hat from somewhere that looked like the captain’s as well. Smirking at his reflection a few more times, he finger-combed his unruly blond mop before leaving his quarters, walking down the hall in an overly-confident strut that may or may not have been influenced by a bit of alcohol.

The party was going well, at least according to Austin’s standards. He’d talked to a few girls, charmed them all, angered a few of their boyfriends, and done a good deal of drinking…all in a good night’s work. The catastrophe struck when he was winding down, sitting at the bar with a drink in his hand. A slight tap was felt on his shoulder, and he looked up, turning his whole body to become face to face with…

Captain Von Braun. And he did not look pleased.

Austin’s stomach sank. He knew he was in deep shit now. “Oh, hey Captain,” he said, trying to brush off the fact he was blatantly impersonating him. “How’s the party going for you…?”

Von Braun stayed silent.

Austin knew this wasn’t going well, searching for something he could say to make this all better. He stayed quiet for a moment, looking off into space as his inebriated mind tried to conjure an excuse. Glancing back at the captain with his bloodshot eyes, he tried to smile his most charming smile. “C’mon, Brauny…you know imitation is the best form of flattery!”

Needless to say, von Braun was not flattered.

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[junpeisonoda]

Hmm. I think I got it. I can actually believe this is real. How it would actually suffer.

The door to the costume party opened violently, and JP wasted no time in stumbling through. A few gasps went up. Good. That was the intended effect.

If one were old-school enough, or just happened to remember earth around the 90's, they would immediately recognize what this thing was. If not, then alot of people were going to be sending messages to the H.A.W.K.S right about now.

A 6 foot plus Pikachu stumbled in further, toward the food tables, everyone clearing a path for it.

I swear to God. Nuts, right?

No. What was bothering people was the horrible disfigurement. You see, the Pikachu's left foot was twisted at an odd angle, a large red and white sphere clamped onto the ankle with what looked like razor sharp teeth. For those who didn't know, this was a Pokeball. A trail of blood and tissue trailed behind the Pikachu like a snail's mucus.

On the arm, a similar ball appeared to be clamped at the elbow, with fake bone sticking out (this ball was a Greatball, however). The face portion of the Pikachu costume bore the customary cuts, bruises, and even had an eyeball hanging out, connected only by an optic nerve. Blood oozed out (again, fake blood) of every wound, and JP did his best to imitate cries of pain and agony.

For the piece de pie, however, the Pikachu held a bundle of papers under it's good arm. With all the strength it could muster, it marched over to what looked like a bulletin board and started sticking the papers to it.

People gathered closer, clamoring to get a better look. The papers were actually large articles, each containing a picture of various creatures (other Pokemon, like Bulbasaur, Mr. Mime, Goldeen, Psyduck, etc.) in various states of mutilation. Hell, one Charizard was now headless, the head having been mounted on a wall, and sprinkled with HOLOGRAPHIC. Under the caption, someone had written "120 HP". Who knew.

The headlines for the news articles were all the same, though:

"GOTTA CATCH EM' ALL!"

Ignoring the offerings for medical attention (from some, since other people could obviously spot the joke and were holding back sniggers), JP turned around and began to scream.

"FUCK YOU! ALL OF YOU! THIS IS WHAT THEY'RE DOING TO US! LOOK AT YOUR UPSIDE GOVERNMENT! HAWKS! THE BUNCH OF PREDATORS THEY ARE! SPORTSMAN AND AMATEURS ALIKE HUNT US WITHOUT MERCY, AND DISFIGURE AND KILL US!"

He paused, faking a struggle to bring his leg up.

"THE HELL IS THIS?! A POKEBALL, THEY CALL IT? WAS I SUPPOSED TO FIT IN THIS THING?!? WHO IN THE NAME OF ELYSIA CAME UP WITH THAT IDEA?! WHY DOES IT HAVE FUCKING TEETH?! ARRRGHHH!"

With that cry, a fresh stream of blood (again, fake) oozed out of the eye socket of the Pikachu costume. Inside and hidden, JP sniggered as he squeezed out a package of red, viscous dye.

[yomi]

Just yesterday night, Melodia had went to the salon to do her hair, wavy dark green with straight bangs,it took her atleast two hours for it to be done. As well, she even used some neon-green contact lenses to cover up her hazel colored eyes.

Her outfit is similar to a simple Gothic lolita costume. She wore a black dress and a black bolero; her dress extends down to her thighs and is accented with a white ribbon attached to her waist. Melodia also wore a pair of leggings and a pair of black pumps. She wears a pair of black silk gloves on each hand which extended to her elbows. On her head is a pair of long horns which resemble a pair of vertebrae with each tip made out of three tips joined at the end.To end her outfit, Melodia also had a pair of wings which sit low on her back, looking like a thick zigzag.

Her weapon of choice is a large scythe named Dead Scythe that has an unusually-shaped blade and a long handle with a vertebrae-like detail. Overall, she looked like a cute, female version of the grim reaper. Looking at the mirror now, she certainly looked all dressed and ready for halloween!

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[FINN SLATER]

[bg=ababc6][atrb=width,450,true][atrb=border,3,true][atrb=bordercolor,d3d4ed,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true] Don't look over your shoulder 'Cause that's just the ghost of me you're seein' in your dreams "You're crazy." That had pretty much summed up Finn's plans when a fellow gang member had seen him toting a paper bag filled to the brim with nothing but, well, filmy cloth and shiny colorful paper. And for no reason but to fulfill his fanciful whim of dressing up for Halloween. It was no surprise not many other Scarlet Gunners took him very seriously. The supplies had cost him at least a few days worth of sugary foods, but hopefully the results would be worth it. Now, after hours of painstakingly sewing everything together, gluing, and otherwise tedious work, he was happy to say that it had indeed paid off. His hair alone had been pretty time-consuming. Countless streaks of different hues of yellow and orange streaked his hair. Almost none of it's original crimson color was visible, though the strands that remained highlighted the bright areas quite well. He'd been careful to give it a more windswept and ruffled look then usual; after running his hands through it several times he was finally satisfied. His usual dark green bandana had been swapped for a dark red one. Flame patterns were stenciled all over the cloth, the vibrant colors blending well with his hair. The actual fabric was unnoticeable with the redesigning. Finn had also replaced his faded orange scarf for a loose-hanging cloak. A cloak unlike any other, but a cloak nonetheless. The thing itself was a light, filmy material. Layers of a similar substance were sewed on in such in a way that they overlapped each other with the bottom hanging detached, allowing it to move and ripple unhampered. Each piece was separate, varying in size. They ranged from iridescent yellow to dark brownish-reds and coppers. Some pieces of shiny confetti paper had also been woven in among the colorful tatters. These pieces shimmered and glittered in the light, and more so as he moved. His shirt and pants were made in the same fashion, and hung loosely from his frame. Wide sleeves and pant legs fluttered around, also decorated with the flame-colored fabric that was layered upon it, covering nearly every inch. His fingers could hardly be distinguished as they camouflaged with the rest of the outfit. Even the slightest motion sent a ripple through the entire costume, bringing the "flames" to life as they flickered, the shiny bits adding to the impression. In a breeze, it would look even more impressive, or so Finn hoped, for he would not even have to move for it to appear as though he were engulfed in flames. A pity he couldn't somehow glow, or it would have completed the effect. The only parts that remained without such decoration was his face and eye patch. And his eye, contrasting vividly with it's emerald depths. Finn smiled to himself, utterly pleased with his end result. He was fire. Or on fire. Either one would do. ooc; notes;; fail first attempt at stylized table :/ I think i'ma stick with images ._.

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CONTEST IS CLOSED! Results will be up in a few days!