FILLED: Journey Into WomanhooddeceptivemirrorOctober 29 2013, 05:08:08 UTC
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"Journey Into Womanhood"
She was scared. She was scared. She was really fricking scared.
Sally was not happy, and she wasn't making any attempt to hide it. Problem was that it was so dark that her friends (not like they deserved that title, she scoffed to herself) weren't picking up on her huffing and frowning.
Okay, maybe they were picking up on the huffing, but considering they'd been walking at least half an hour without stopping, the panting for air was probably understandable.
"Where are we going?" Sally whined. "We're out in the middle of nowhere!"
"Shut up," Marigold said snottily. Marigold did everything snottily, in Sally's opinion. Even her voice was nasal. "The captain of the varsity team dared me to do this, and said he'd date me if I did it."
"How's he going to tell?" Sally complained, not liking how her sometime-friend was acting tonight. Not that she liked how she acted a lot of the time. Popularity was complicated.
"That's why I'm here, I guess," Erin said shortly. Erin was the captain of the football team's younger sister, but she was a grade above them despite being the same age. She was also kind of nerdy, but Sally knew better than to say that to her face. "God knows why Brian wants to date you, though," she added as an aside.
Sally was starting to have a better opinion of nerds.
"Shut up," Marigold squawked. Considering that she was dressed as a sexy duck for Halloween (leading Sally, who had decided to go as an Amazon, to wonder how the hell she had found it), Sally figured Marigold was perfectly in character.
Sally was more interested in Erin's ninja costume, complete with what looked like a real sword. Sally would have liked to find out if it was real.
"Well, there's that hole in the ground," Erin said, gesturing to an improbable-looking door out in the middle of the nowhere road. "All you have to do is knock on the door, and my dumbass brother will date you."
In the faint moonlight, Marigold looked like she really wanted to yell her signature phrase of the night at Erin, but somehow stayed quiet. Sally made a mental note to study that technique at Erin's feet after she got out of this alive and finally told Marigold that she didn't want to be friends anymore.
Huffing louder than Sally had (though Sally had stopped a while back), Marigold marched up to the door, but then turned back and stared at Erin and Sally. "Well?!" She demanded.
Sighing, Sally walked forward, and heard Erin's quiet steps following her. She really needed new friends.
Marigold took a deep breath, then knocked on the door three times. Loudly. So loudly that Sally actually heard the echoes after each rap.
They waited a few minutes, but didn't hear anything after Marigold stopped knocking. Shrugging, Marigold turned back to them, and smiled what she probably thought was a cutesy smile. "See? Easy as---"
The sound of the door creaking open made her stop mid-sentence.
Sally stared. She was pretty sure Erin was staring. As for what Marigold was doing, Sally suddenly couldn't care less.
There was a man at the door. A very tall man. A very tall man who wasn't wearing a shirt.
Muscles. Muscles everywhere. And white leather pants. Was that an actual six-pack? The only time in her tender high school years Sally had seen a six-pack was when she was all alone at home and looking at the porn sites she was pretty sure her mom thought she had firewall-protected.
"Are you all trick-or-treaters?"
Ooooh, nice voice. Pleasant and kinda husky. Maybe she should look up at the guy's face now. She didn't want to be one of those cliche people who couldn't be bothered to look above the chest.
Re: FILLED: Journey Into Womanhood, part 2deceptivemirrorOctober 29 2013, 05:08:28 UTC
The face was as nice as the body. God, the man (and it was a man; no boy in Sally's high school looked as good as this guy) had longer hair that was backlit with the light coming from inside (and seriously, a guy this hot actually lived here?). A feathery wire halo was set atop his head.
Hah. Angels didn't look like that. Clearly this guy must have been going for irony. Or something.
"Sammy, we got trick-or-treaters?" A new voice from inside the place asked.
Oh, hey, maybe Sally should answer that question. Or Erin should. Or Marigold. Just as soon as she found her voice.
A new guy shouldered in next to the guy who must be Sammy, and Sally promptly forgot how to talk.
The other guy was also shirtless, and this guy was just as impressive as the other guy with a broadly muscled chest. Black leather pants hugged his legs so tightly that Sally felt like she could actually see things below the material that she had only seen in naughty videos. The pants also hung slightly lower on his hips than the guy in white, and Sally thought she could almost see something she probably shouldn't if the pants went even an inch lower.
Oh, right. Face again. The guy had striking green eyes that were apparently outlined in black makeup, making them stand out even more, and black devil horns were perched on his head.
A hand waved in front of her face, and Sally blinked and inhaled, suddenly realizing that she hadn't breathed in a while. The green-eyed guy nodded slightly, then asked again, slowly forming each word (which wasn't helping, because the guy had a gorgeous mouth to go with the rest of him), "are you trick-or-treaters?"
Sally swallowed, nodded, and held up her modestly-sized bucket.
Two plunks later, she had some more candy courtesy of the devil-guy, and the guy dressed like a sexy angel did the same for Erin and Marigold.
"Have a good night, and be safe!" The angel called out, and the door shut behind them with a final-sounded boom.
For a minute, not one of the girls moved. Sally at least was breathing, but she couldn't have said the same for the other two.
Finally, Marigold took a deep breath and turned to Erin. "You know what?" She said, and suddenly didn't sound as nasal and annoying as she had all night.
Sally had a feeling about what she was going to say, but kept quiet. Maybe she wouldn't have to figure out a way to get Marigold to stop hanging out with her after all.
"What?" Erin asked, her voice softer than it had been all night.
Marigold grinned, and her braces flashed in the moonlight. "You can tell your brother to take his offer of a date and suck it."
"Journey Into Womanhood"
She was scared. She was scared. She was really fricking scared.
Sally was not happy, and she wasn't making any attempt to hide it. Problem was that it was so dark that her friends (not like they deserved that title, she scoffed to herself) weren't picking up on her huffing and frowning.
Okay, maybe they were picking up on the huffing, but considering they'd been walking at least half an hour without stopping, the panting for air was probably understandable.
"Where are we going?" Sally whined. "We're out in the middle of nowhere!"
"Shut up," Marigold said snottily. Marigold did everything snottily, in Sally's opinion. Even her voice was nasal. "The captain of the varsity team dared me to do this, and said he'd date me if I did it."
"How's he going to tell?" Sally complained, not liking how her sometime-friend was acting tonight. Not that she liked how she acted a lot of the time. Popularity was complicated.
"That's why I'm here, I guess," Erin said shortly. Erin was the captain of the football team's younger sister, but she was a grade above them despite being the same age. She was also kind of nerdy, but Sally knew better than to say that to her face. "God knows why Brian wants to date you, though," she added as an aside.
Sally was starting to have a better opinion of nerds.
"Shut up," Marigold squawked. Considering that she was dressed as a sexy duck for Halloween (leading Sally, who had decided to go as an Amazon, to wonder how the hell she had found it), Sally figured Marigold was perfectly in character.
Sally was more interested in Erin's ninja costume, complete with what looked like a real sword. Sally would have liked to find out if it was real.
"Well, there's that hole in the ground," Erin said, gesturing to an improbable-looking door out in the middle of the nowhere road. "All you have to do is knock on the door, and my dumbass brother will date you."
In the faint moonlight, Marigold looked like she really wanted to yell her signature phrase of the night at Erin, but somehow stayed quiet. Sally made a mental note to study that technique at Erin's feet after she got out of this alive and finally told Marigold that she didn't want to be friends anymore.
Huffing louder than Sally had (though Sally had stopped a while back), Marigold marched up to the door, but then turned back and stared at Erin and Sally. "Well?!" She demanded.
Sighing, Sally walked forward, and heard Erin's quiet steps following her. She really needed new friends.
Marigold took a deep breath, then knocked on the door three times. Loudly. So loudly that Sally actually heard the echoes after each rap.
They waited a few minutes, but didn't hear anything after Marigold stopped knocking. Shrugging, Marigold turned back to them, and smiled what she probably thought was a cutesy smile. "See? Easy as---"
The sound of the door creaking open made her stop mid-sentence.
Sally stared. She was pretty sure Erin was staring. As for what Marigold was doing, Sally suddenly couldn't care less.
There was a man at the door. A very tall man. A very tall man who wasn't wearing a shirt.
Muscles. Muscles everywhere. And white leather pants. Was that an actual six-pack? The only time in her tender high school years Sally had seen a six-pack was when she was all alone at home and looking at the porn sites she was pretty sure her mom thought she had firewall-protected.
"Are you all trick-or-treaters?"
Ooooh, nice voice. Pleasant and kinda husky. Maybe she should look up at the guy's face now. She didn't want to be one of those cliche people who couldn't be bothered to look above the chest.
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Hah. Angels didn't look like that. Clearly this guy must have been going for irony. Or something.
"Sammy, we got trick-or-treaters?" A new voice from inside the place asked.
Oh, hey, maybe Sally should answer that question. Or Erin should. Or Marigold. Just as soon as she found her voice.
A new guy shouldered in next to the guy who must be Sammy, and Sally promptly forgot how to talk.
The other guy was also shirtless, and this guy was just as impressive as the other guy with a broadly muscled chest. Black leather pants hugged his legs so tightly that Sally felt like she could actually see things below the material that she had only seen in naughty videos. The pants also hung slightly lower on his hips than the guy in white, and Sally thought she could almost see something she probably shouldn't if the pants went even an inch lower.
Oh, right. Face again. The guy had striking green eyes that were apparently outlined in black makeup, making them stand out even more, and black devil horns were perched on his head.
A hand waved in front of her face, and Sally blinked and inhaled, suddenly realizing that she hadn't breathed in a while. The green-eyed guy nodded slightly, then asked again, slowly forming each word (which wasn't helping, because the guy had a gorgeous mouth to go with the rest of him), "are you trick-or-treaters?"
Sally swallowed, nodded, and held up her modestly-sized bucket.
Two plunks later, she had some more candy courtesy of the devil-guy, and the guy dressed like a sexy angel did the same for Erin and Marigold.
"Have a good night, and be safe!" The angel called out, and the door shut behind them with a final-sounded boom.
For a minute, not one of the girls moved. Sally at least was breathing, but she couldn't have said the same for the other two.
Finally, Marigold took a deep breath and turned to Erin. "You know what?" She said, and suddenly didn't sound as nasal and annoying as she had all night.
Sally had a feeling about what she was going to say, but kept quiet. Maybe she wouldn't have to figure out a way to get Marigold to stop hanging out with her after all.
"What?" Erin asked, her voice softer than it had been all night.
Marigold grinned, and her braces flashed in the moonlight. "You can tell your brother to take his offer of a date and suck it."
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I totally loved the imagery of Sam and Dean in those costumes... XD
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