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~ Dark Winds ~
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~Main ~Cast ~Me
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Part 17-
A few days later, I got another shock. Err, another? When was the last one? I get little ones all the time. I don’t think I should be counting. Hey, by the way, did you realize that I can’t stop myself from telling you what time it is? I mean, not the time time, but the days, as in “two days later,” “it has been four days”… and such. I don’t really pay attention to it though. That’s just the way I think. I do hope it’s not too bothersome. Actually, no. I don’t care. Those are my thoughts, damn it. I won’t censor them! Jeez. Err, anyway, where was I? Ah yes, the shock. It actually was a pretty big one for me. We had an upcoming Halloween Party at work. I’m not kidding. And everyone was invited. Somehow, I didn’t fancy seeing a large number of old people prancing around in costumes. Gahh…the nightmares. Okay, okay, I’m sorry. It’s just that I don’t like parties. Not the socializing type, remember? So I saw no reason to attend. I would just spend the evening at home, in the dark, so no little kids would ring at the door. I’ve done it in the past. It’s really not that bad. I feel like a kid myself then, hiding in the dark so no big monster will get me. Sheesh. Just kidding. Anyway, yeah, I was all set to do just that. The company left us out a bit early to “get ready” and we were getting paid for it, so I didn’t mind in the least. At least not until Agnes accosted me before I had the chance to vacate the premises, and asked me what I was getting dressed up as and whether I could accompany her. Should I even bother to tell you she made me go? Yes, the short, perky girl made the tall, quiet guy go. I have no idea how she can hypnotize me with her voice so much that I always end up saying yes to whatever crazy idea she has in mind? *sigh* I need to get some balls and say no from time to time. It would do me good. Too late for it now, I guess. And I have no idea what I’m gonna wear. Once again, Agnes to the rescue. As soon as I told her about my slight predicament, she rushed over to my house, and turned my closet upside down. I swear, it looks as if a tornado just went through it. Oh my god. I don’t even want to think about cleaning it up later tonight. Don’t make a mistake in thinking that my apartment is squeaky clean. No. It isn’t. But I usually am able to see the floor, which for the moment seems lost forever. I didn’t know I owned so much stuff. Well, actually it’s not much, since the room is tiny and it doesn’t take much to cover it up. I’m babbling again, aren’t I? Well so would you if you found yourself standing in front of your mirror, starring at…someone. Yeah, someone. Because it definitely isn’t me. What the hell did that girl do?! My hair was up in a pony tail – well, if you could call two inches of hair sticking out of a hair band a ‘tail’- a very messy one I should add. The sides of my face were framed by longish pieces of hair that swished freely to my jaw line, and my fringe was gelled to fall to the side of my face, effectively hiding the right eye. What was visible of the other one, however, made it go round in surprise. It was blue. Well, it looked a lot more blue than usual, all because it was surrounded by thick black…stuff. I blinked once, then twice, admiring the work with a strangely detached feeling, as if it wasn’t me that I was looking at. “So? What do you think?” she couldn’t help from asking. “I love the hair. But… the makeup? Why did you have to put makeup on me?” “Because. It’s your costume silly.” I was afraid to ask who I was supposed to be while I eyed the bundle in her arms. “Tada!!” “… that’s a skirt Agnes. A very very short skirt. …” “Uh huh. Yup.” “I’m not wearing that.” “Of course you are! You’re a girl!” “…excuse me?” “You’re dressing up as a girl. You have to wear a sexy miniskirt!” “Ah, no no no…” I was beginning to back up, while frantically waving my arms before me in an attempt to stop the crazed girl from advancing on me. “You wanted help. I’m giving you help. This will be awesome. Trust me. Now stop acting like a six years old and put the damn skirt on!” oh oh. She was getting dangerous. I closed my eyes and crossed my fingers. What the hell was I getting myself into? ~*~*~ “Hey Mark. Hi Nathalia.” “Hey Agnes. Where is Nataniel? I thought you guys were supposed to come together? And who is that?” “Cute friend you have there. What’s her name?” While the others babbled on for a while, I kept on staring at the wall, trying not to blush. Sheesh. Were they all blind? Come on. How many six feet tall girls do you see around? I wasn’t that girlish looking was I? Okay, so I was wearing a red, leather miniskirt that belonged to Agnes, and which to me, frankly, felt as if I was wearing a belt, seeing as it barely covered my ass. I had a tight, black shirt that exposed a good expense of my stomach, and knee high, black boots. At least Agnes had allowed me to wear my black leather trench coat. And since it brushed my calves, it effectively hid everything from view. From behind. The front was fully open to be viewed by whomever wished to take a peak. And now that the description is finished, would you mind giving me a gun so that I can shoot myself? I was feeling very sluttish. And very uncomfortable. Well, more so than when I left my home a few minutes ago. We had taken a taxi –since there was no way I could walk that far in those shoes- to the restaurant/club that the company had rented for tonight, were we had waited for the others. I really didn’t want to be here tonight, all that prevented me from running away was Agnes’s arm tightly griping my own. Oh yes, she knew my intentions and wasn’t about to allow them. grrr… Suddenly, I was brought out of my reveries by a gasp, and when my eyes went back into focus, I found myself staring into two pairs of very very round eyes. “Nat? Nat!? Is that really you? … Wow… I mean… I didn’t recognize you, what with all of that…” Nathalia waved her hand at my costume. Mark was still staring, jaw grazing the floor. It took him a few tried before a sound came out of his mouth. “If Nathalia hadn’t caught on who you were a few minutes longer, I would have asked you out to dinner,” he grinned. And I blanched. What!? Ah, no. This is getting way out of hand. Yes, this is supposed to be Halloween, and people are supposed to be disguised, but this is way beyond embarrassing. I mean, if my own friends can’t tell that I’m a guy… then something is definitely wrong with the way I look. “Turn around. Let me take a better look.” Nathalia of course. Her and Agnes had started babbling about my getup, pointing out how the short skirt sat just right on my hips, how the tight shirt showed my abs, and blah blah blah. I think I’m going insane. This conversation is not happening. Mark gave me a look of pity, before he calmly told us all to come inside for a drink. Oh yes. Because people on the street were beginning to stare. Oh my god. What the hell did I get myself into? “Don’t take it so badly Nat. Have some fun! And besides, everyone, and I mean everyone here, thinks you’re a girl, besides us three. Which means you don’t have to fear about your masculinity.” She grinned. I didn’t know whether to be relieved or even more scared. If other guys thought I was a girl, they would try to buy me a drink, or worse, dance with me. Fuck. Let me ouuuuuutttt!!!!! “Nat. Stop acting like a demented little kid. Relax. Get a drink. Go dance.” Me? Dance? Are you out of your freaking mind! I think she got the clue to my internal musings, because she grabbed my arm and growled. “You aren’t getting out until eleven. Promise.” “Ah…errr…no way. It’s nine. I’ll have to stay here for two fucking hours!!! No!” “Promise! Or I’ll…make you dance with everyone in this room.” Oh oh. Slightly deranged and very dangerous girl. I blanched at the thought. I knew she would do it too. Don’t think she wouldn’t, or she’ll get you to do …something. “Okay.” I growled back. Hey, I didn’t have to be polite about it, did I? She grinned and whooped, then let me go to mingle with the crowd, leaving me alone. Very alone. Mark and Nathalia had disappeared as well, and I felt very self conscious, standing in the middle of the floor, feeling eyes on me. I made my way as quickly as possible to the bar, where I ordered a beer. Well, I tried to. The guy looked at me funny and asked for my ID. Fuck. Are you serious? No can do. First of all, it would tell you that I'm a guy, as well as my real name, which would be way too much information in the current circumstances. Second of all, … I don’t have it. I didn’t think about it. And frankly, I have no idea where I would put it, since I didn’t have any pockets. Stuff it into my bra? *snort* I had adamantly refused any such thing, no matter how Agnes had tried to persuade me. There are things that I just won’t so, and that’s final. So here I was, desperately wanting some alcohol to take the edge away from the silliness of the situation, when my knight in shiny armor arrived. Literally. There was this guy who sat next to me and bought two beers, then slid one in front of me, his armor clanging loudly against the seat. Think about a tin can. “Here you go, precious.” I was about to gag. This is not happening! I glanced at the guy, then at the beer. Ah, the decision! I grabbed the beer, gave him a fake cheesy smile, then high tailed it out of there, to go run to the other side of the room. Thank god the whole place was plunged in semi darkness. Well, I tried to run, and succeeded for a few steps, before I had to slow down to a walk if I didn’t want to fall flat on my face, and have my wings burst out. That would have been the cherry on top of the cake. Yep, peeps. I was wearing heels. Knee high black boots with two inches heels, to be correct. As if I needed any more height. As if I needed girly boots. As if I needed this stupid costume! Grrr. ~*~*~ |