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Post by CAITLYN AUBREE SOMMERLOT on Oct 23, 2012 21:30:13 GMT -5
Caitlyn wasn't sure why she was here. Well, she knew why she was at the party -- because Josh and Nell were good friends of hers and she had gotten the invitation and people always seemed to think that she needed to get out and loosen up more, and so that was what she'd done or tried to do. It wasn't like she didn't know how to have fun, though, because she did have things that she enjoyed, and sometimes this did mean actually socializing with people, awesome Halloween costumes optional. (Her Halloween costume wasn't that awesome, anyway. She wouldn't say that "fairy" was her most original idea ever, but to be fair, she hadn't even thought that she would dress up this year). Either way, she was more or less alright with being at the party, because it was the first Josh and Nell were throwing as a married couple and all that jazz, the wedding aside. It was also pretty fun so far, from what little she'd seen of the festivities -- people were hanging around and having fun, and there were drinks around. She didn't drink very much at all, but this all did make for a good atmosphere, and she'd admit that it was nice.
No, what Caitlyn didn't understand was why she was here specifically -- on the house tour, going around checking out all the creepy things. She'd had the misfortune of wandering by on her own and had been tossed into a small group with some random people she didn't know at all. That was all good and fine, and they had seemed nice enough before... but the instant things had actually started getting scary, they had basically bolted off, and this left a creeped out Cait wandering around in the dark and spooky house. She had been here several times before and yet she had no idea where she was, which was a testament to how well they'd done all these decorations, at least... but she would have appreciated that much more if she weren't as easily scared as she was. This stuff was scary, alright. She was doing alright with it so far, however -- only screamed a little bit when ghouls and ghosts and things like that popped out at her, though she did keep well away from the cobwebs just in case there actually were real spiders. Ugh, that would be so gross.
She was just beginning to think, somewhere through her fear, that she'd been wandering for a while already so she had to be nearing the end of the tour, when all of a sudden something quite small -- compared to a person, at least -- but still sizeable started flying at her face, and she jumped. Then, a fraction of a second later, she realized that it was a bat, and Cait only just short of panicked, letting out a loud shriek that probably echoed all around the house -- or at least that was how it seemed to her. Caitlyn was really, really, really, really not a fan of rodents of any kind, including the flying kind -- because really, bats were just rats with wings. She waved her hands around her head almost comically in an attempt to keep it away from her, her logic and common sense not yet there. Of course there was no real bat, and when she opened her eyes (oops, when had she scrunched them up? She hadn't even noticed) she noticed that there was nothing there anymore. Caitlyn slowly dropped her arms, but if she'd be honest, she was almost in tears -- not quite because she wasn't that crazy, but it had definitely been her worst scare of the night thus far. Seriously, what was she doing here?
(it took me a really long time to find a semi-suitable costume for cait.)
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Post by JOSHUA DONOVAN DALE on Oct 24, 2012 17:08:10 GMT -5
He'd never been big on dressing up. As a kid, Joshua's main incentive to riding the Halloween boat at all was the candy. A bunch of free chocolate and sweets from people he didn't even know? Sounded good to him. Besides, he'd grown up in a high-class neighbourhood where they sometimes gave out entire handfuls of candy or full-sized chocolate bars—it was enough to make him shrug off the embarrassment and put on a ridiculous get-up for one day out of the year. Now, as an adult with a fat wallet and a lot of dignity for the sacrifice, he was not as easily persuaded. It had taken a lot of convincing on part of his wife, that was for sure. It was only when she suggested Andy Samberg that he was eventually swayed. A chance to dress up like The Lonely Island and make a bunch of references that would leave half of their guests scratching their heads? Why the hell not! The blue turtleneck was a little uncomfortable, not something he was used to wearing by any means, but it was worth it to look the part. The chain had been an easy find and he had too many pairs of sunglasses to count, so he hadn't even needed to go outside of his closet for that one. The wig had probably been the hardest part but it wasn't anything a little searching couldn't solve.
For a man who stubbornly refused to let anyone but his closest friends past the doors of their mansion, the party was quite a step for Joshua. He enjoyed the idea of all of the fun to be had, though, and so that had taken marginally less persuasion than the costume itself. After helping to sort some people into groups and overseeing the doors for a moment, he slipped away upstairs to sneak around to the back of the house, coming back down in an empty and silent hallway. He could hear the faint mumble of voices further down but knew that this bland, rather undecorated part of the mansion was not likely to attract any attention. Such was his plan. He'd stored a couple of necessary props within the room that had once been his father's office and from that room he retrieved a motorized bat that looked alarmingly lifelike. While it wasn't as frightening as the spiders that dangled from strings in the halls, it was fully controllable and that was what he was looking for. With a devious smirk on his face, he stepped out from the room and began hunting for his first victim. When he saw her at the end of the hall he did not pause for long enough to recognise his friend (if he had, he wouldn't have pulled such a cruel prank) before he ducked into another room, not wanting her to catch sight of him. Here goes! There was the slight sound of motorized wingbeats but it was not loud enough to give anything away too rapidly, so he set the flapping menace loose in the hall and directed it toward where Caitlyn approached.
Her shriek was much louder than what he'd been expecting, a spectacular display of fright if there ever was one. A peek into the hall saw a surprisingly familiar figure swatting at the remote controlled rodent and Joshua was nice enough to direct it back toward himself, catching it in the air when he turned off the device. Cait looked scared out of her wits and he almost felt bad, though not enough that he was spared any intense amusement. He fought back laughter, pressing his lips together for a moment until enough composure was gained. Don't be a dick, he chastised himself. Joshua lifted his dark shades so that she could see him better, though it was not hard to recognise him given the scar that stood out against his cheek. It was a better identifier than anything else. He'd considered covering it up for the sake of keeping in character but in the end had decided against it. "I got you pretty good, huh? You all right?" The suppressed laughter caused a bit of a strain to his voice that was audible, though hopefully she'd forgive him and appreciate his attempts at not busting up in a fit of giggles. It had been a fun prank, okay? "I see you made some time out of your exclusive schedule to grace us with your presence. I'm so flattered." He placed a hand over his heart as if the very thought made him faint. He enjoyed teasing his friends. Maybe he was part troll. It would explain a lot. "Neat costume," he added as an afterthought, though it was not insincere. Furrowing his brow, he wondered aloud, "Hey, where's your group? Did you go in alone?" Most people chose to be paired up for the experience but maybe Caitlyn had chosen to be a rebel. Either that or her group members were cowards.
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Post by CAITLYN AUBREE SOMMERLOT on Nov 3, 2012 0:35:11 GMT -5
With the scare mostly over, Caitlyn put her hand over her chest to find that her heart was still thudding. Her pulse was going crazy in every part of her body, and she became acutely aware of her throat hurting a little bit from the shrieking she'd just been doing. The house was almost eerily quiet now around her, but probably just because she was still going crazy -- she wasn't that easy to scare, was she? Apparently all it took was a mechanical bat, and she mentally scolded herself for being that easily-frightened, but it didn't take long before someone emerged. In the dark she couldn't really tell who it was and she squinted a little bit at the rather unfamiliar figure, but this was mostly because the hair, curlier than Joshua's usually was, had confused her. She definitely recognized him when he was closer, anyway, and Caitlyn went pretty pink, still breathing pretty heavily from the scare she'd just gotten. "Joshua Dale!" She gave him an almost angry look, but Caitlyn really wasn't too good at being angry, and she deflated after a few seconds, her voice growing much weaker as she shook her head and answered, "No... no, not okay at all." She waved a hand in the general direction that he'd come from and where the bat had obviously disappeared to earlier. "I don't like bats. Or mice. Or, um... I just don't like rodents, actually, they -- I -- yeah."
Shuddering a little, ultimately wishing she'd gone as a zombie hunter or something instead of something so girly and vulnerable-looking (right, the costume was definitely the reason she was so easily scared), Caitlyn forced a weak smile at her friend's obvious amusement. She wouldn't hold it against him, of course not, this was Halloween and she'd gone into the house tour with some vague idea of what she was doing -- but she was flustered still. Then again, Cait was even easier to fluster than to scare. "Heyyy, I didn't cancel plans tonight so I could come over here and be snarked at," she said, but she wasn't actually angry. Really, she was mostly just glad that he'd emerged now, because things were always marginally less scary when someone was there. Plus, if Josh was here, there would be nobody else to control any mechanical bats aimed for her face. "Thanks! It's super scary, right? Totally spooky," she said, looking at the very girly, not-even-at-all scary dress, this time with a little bit more of a smile. "Your costume's pretty cool too! Except... but what are you?" She wrinkled her forehead in confusion. The wig, chain, and sunglasses probably suggested some specific person or character, but she had no idea who it was.
His mentioning of her group made her frown again, however, her voice stronger now that she'd caught her breath, almost halfway-calmed her heart rate, and... well, now that she had a kind of angering topic to talk about. "No, I started with some people I didn't know, but they kind of ran off earlier. Did you see a Spongebob and a vampire running together earlier?" They probably wouldn't have been running still at that point, assuming Josh had been here the whole time, but the only part of her that was even remotely scornful hoped that he'd scared them pretty badly, too. It was... mostly harmless, right? Yes, it was, even if it'd nearly given her a heart attack, or at least that was the way it felt. "Is this what you're doing all night, controlling bats?" she asked, almost shuddering again at the thought.
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Post by JOSHUA DONOVAN DALE on Nov 3, 2012 17:23:12 GMT -5
He was not what could be called a people-pleaser and so he was not overly concerned by Caitlyn's attempt at an angry tone, flashing her a smirk. He wasn't trying to mock or embarrass her but he wasn't going to apologise for messing with her and having his fun. No way! Hopefully she didn't expect an apology because that could actually end up being pretty awkward. Josh wasn't someone who offered up his regret unless your name was Nell or he was really feeling the guilt pressing in around him. "Caitlyn Sommerlot," he shot back, putting his hands on his hips for effect and managing not to burst into a fit of laughter like he so felt like doing. She explained the reason for her panic and he did feel a little bad at that point, if only because he knew how phobias worked. If you tried to drown him or pointed a gun at him he'd certainly freak the hell out. He was just glad that his fears weren't presented to him on a regular basis. Alternatively, if you were a teacher and feeling like an asshole, you could threaten to fail him with similar results. He feared failure more than he feared anything. "I was wondering why you shrieked like a banshee." Despite his teasing tone, he was feeling more sympathetic by this point. "Ah, I had no idea. Didn't even know it was you, actually! You just got lucky." It was the closest to an apology that people usually got with Josh, as in not-an-apology-at-all. Hey, sympathy didn't mean that he was going to beg for forgiveness! No sir!
Had he been more of a child, Josh might have stuck his tongue out at Cait right then and there. Instead he settled for looking highly amused and devious, which was probably just as infuriating. He was part troll in all likelihood. "Really? I thought you did. Maybe you didn't read the disclaimer in the Terms of Agreement. I also own your soul now, figure I'll get that out of the way for later." Unlike most of the world, Josh actually read the terms of service on everything rather carefully. It stemmed from being a guy who was as suspicious as fuck. He didn't trust other people not to slip a download into the mix that would infect his computer with viruses. He wasn't glued to his computer like some but he used it a lot for school and he was not completely ignorant to the wonders of the internet. You'd need to live under a rock to accomplish that.
Instead of immediately giving a verbal response to her comment on the costume, he held his hands up to chest level and started to back away from her. "I'm terrified." He was good at the poker face. It could almost be believable if faeries were the least bit intimidating. He'd been waiting all night for someone to ask him about his costume (he hadn't made a habit of mixing with others, though, so Caitlyn was one of the first conversations he'd had with a guest) and so he felt a pulse of giddy excitement when she asked. Keeping a completely straight face, he said without missing a beat, "I'm an adult." For someone who was almost an expert at holding in laughter, he almost broke his composure there. Still, Josh was good at the serious-faced jokes and kept his cover. After several long seconds, giving her time to react (whether she caught the reference or not), he broke character and grinned, laughing. "Andy Samberg, baby. Ever heard of the Lonely Island?" Most had heard their most popular songs, though it was also entirely possible that she'd skipped out on the popularity streak.
Sending strangers off to experience the horrors of the house tour together was one of Joshua's favourite parts of the night. Given his general lack of trust in others it was probably considered a little cruel to shove people who'd never met into a group and scaring them shitless but he found it fun, so whatever. He never claimed to be the nicest or most respectful guy on the planet! He'd actually locked someone in a cupboard during a party once and told them to come back once they'd found Narnia. When he'd opened the door a good five minutes later, they were asleep. He remembered the incident fondly. "I think so. Spongebob was a wuss, if it counts for anything. Nearly fainted when I jump-scared 'em." And by 'jump scare' he meant he'd literally just jumped out into the hall in front of them. Not all the scares were clever. Cheap scares worked just as well and they had a bonus of making people really mad at you. He found their anger funnier than he probably should have. "Nah, I mix it up sometimes," he winked. "I was hanging out by the maze a while ago, and before that I just hung out under tables and grabbed people when they walked past. Fun stuff." This was like his natural habitat.
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Post by CAITLYN AUBREE SOMMERLOT on Nov 15, 2012 0:27:30 GMT -5
She moved her hands to her hips too when he did, staring almost angrily at him, but she wasn't able to last very long with this, even when he said that she sounded like a banshee. "So mean," she said instead, going a little pink but otherwise not overly fussed by this, mostly understanding that he was just playing around with her. It'd probably been very funny from his end -- but bats were scary. "I'd rather not be that lucky then," she said, shaking her head. "Had to be a bat, huh?" She would have actually been okay with most other things, even spiders, so long as they didn't look big enough to eat her or anything. Knowing Joshua decently enough, it didn't bother her too much that no apology came, and she quickly dropped her arms soon after. "Next time try to give a warning or something!" she joked, still rather weakly, well aware that it would very much ruin the whole point if he were to tell people exactly what and when things were going to happen. "My soul, eh? But that seems pretty important! What if I need it later?" she asked, mouth falling open a little. "Guess I'd have to borrow yours, then." Ha. Take that, Josh! She wouldn't be beaten that easily... probably.
She twirled her hand around a little in what as supposed to be a poor imitation of whatever fairy magic was supposed to look like, but of course it wasn't like she had any kind of real life reference to look at. If only she had some glitter to sprinkle into his wig or something -- that would really complete. "Beware the glitter!" she said dramatically, laughing a little bit before settling back into a comfortable smile. This turned into a small, puzzled frown when he said he was an adult (or an adult, rather), and she had to take a moment to think about it when she heard the name. The Lonely Island did ring a few more bells than Andy Samberg's actual name, and she tilted her head to the side a little. "Oh, those comedy music guys, right?" she asked, though she was pretty sure she'd only maybe heard one or two of their songs in her lifetime, ever. "Like... in that boat song with T-Pain." It was pretty obvious that this wasn't what Caitlyn normally listened to by any means, but then her music library was a mess of everything anyway, so it would be unfair for her to judge the Lonely Island at all. (T-Pain, on the other hand, she'd heard enough of to judge relatively freely.) "Well... you look really good, either way!" She didn't know exactly what he was supposed to look like, but it seemed pretty excellent to her, not that she could be the greatest judge.
Jumping out into the hall (which was what she assumed he meant, anyway) was a pretty easy way to scare someone, but in a setting that was already kind of creepy, she could definitely see how that had the potential to frighten the hell out of everyone there. "Good, he deserved it," she said, shaking her head but not sounding spiteful at all. Caitlyn couldn't hold it against them that much -- at least this had led to her running into Josh, even if it was through very embarrassing, shrieky methods. "Remind me not to walk by any covered tables then," she mumbled, eyes widening a little. "You're terrible, you know." She was giggling softly, however, and okay -- she could see how that'd be amusing, though Cait probably didn't even have the heart to do that to people. She never knew what could freak people out, and she didn't want to be responsible just in case there really was something significant. Her problem with rodents was a problem, but not such a huge one that it impeded her from regular functioning, anyway -- or at least not for more than a few seconds or minutes while she shrieked and panicked and ran around in circles. "Say... you can't tell me the way to get out of here, can you? Can't risk any more run-ins with bats," she said pointedly, shuddering a little bit at the thought, but she was mostly kidding. She really did want to get out of there, though. That was more than enough of a scare for one night, even on Halloween.
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Post by JOSHUA DONOVAN DALE on Nov 16, 2012 7:11:01 GMT -5
He continued to smirk as Caitlyn insisted that he was mean, clearly not having an issue with this in the least. He was having a lot of fun this Halloween, a lot more than he'd had last year for sure. It had never been the emphasised holiday in his family growing up—sure, they'd celebrated it and decorated the front lawn each year but it had always been Christmas that was treated as the holiday to look forward to. Christmas was still his favourite, of course, but you didn't get to scare the shit out of your friends then, now did you? "Well tarantulas can't fly, you see," he pointed out with an edge of laughter in his voice. "I do have a tarantula but I'll save you the heart attack." He had a lot of fun little toys to play with while he trolled his party guests. Caitlyn was just lucky she hadn't come across the rat decorations. They didn't move like the bat did but fears didn't often give a damn about whether the object of terror was wriggling around or not. He huffed. "Way to ruin all my fun, Cait." No, he wasn't going to be playing Mr. Nice Guy and calling out before he scared the life out of people. They wouldn't jump quite as spectacularly then. It seemed his friend had a plan to kidnap his soul in revenge for the compromise of her own but unfortunately for Caitlyn he already had a comeback stirring in his mind. "My soul? Oh, no, no, you wouldn't want that," he assured the Earth. "I'm what they call an asshole, you see—my soul might corrupt you or something." In the spirit of trolling he patted her arm with a 'sympathetic' smile.
He jumped back as if she'd thrown a pot of boiling water at him, careful not to stand on one of the decorations and slip. That would have been embarrassing, though he figured that Caitlyn might have enjoyed the accidental revenge. "Anything but the glitter," he said with an air of dramatics, clapping a hand over his heart as if the mere thought was physically painful. He was too manly for glitter, see, it would damage his macho. At first he did not know if Caitlyn had any idea who The Lonely Island were, especially given her confused frown at his joking answer to her question. It was like a lightbulb going off when she realised and he snapped his fingers and pointed at her with grin. "Yeah, there you go." 'The boat song with T-Pain' suggested that she didn't know the group as well as some but at least she wasn't completely clueless, right? It was better than getting a long-ass blank stare. "I'm on a boat, motherfucker, take a look at me," he sang for effect, unable to resist a grin at the end. Joshua was a serious guy with a serious work ethic but that did not mean he was incapable of relaxing and having a laugh. He took a mock bow when she told him he looked good, still smiling. He was in a good mood and unlike usual, he wasn't hiding it behind his neutral mask.
His gray eyes were glittering with the light of his mischief as he smirked at her. "Probably for the best." He supposed it was considered cruel to prey on people when they weren't expecting it but as Joshua didn't scare easily he couldn't say he really knew how it felt. He knew what literal fear felt like from his paranoia over the gang. He knew what it was to look back over your shoulder and lock all your doors and hide but he did not know the heart-pounding experience of being afraid of horror movies and Halloween decorations. "Ahw, I'm flattered, thank you." Being called terrible might not have been a compliment but Joshua was cocky enough to take it like one. Besides, he knew his friend hadn't been trying to insult him and so there were no hard feelings. Caitlyn requested a guided tour out of the tour and he considered for only a moment before assuming a serious expression. "We'll begin with a spin, travelling in the world of my creation..." His poker face was flawless as he sang the line from the classic film and he held that expression for a couple of seconds afterwards before lapsing into an easy smile. "No, seriously, though, I'll help you get out. I could use some candy myself." Halloween was bad for someone like Joshua. He was allowing this to be his one day of casting the idea of moderation aside and merely gorging himself on sweets as he saw fit. He led Caitlyn back through the maze of halls, brushing aside a couple cobweb directions and stepping around anything blocking the floor. "So how've you been, Cait?" Frights aside, he was curious about how she was doing.
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Post by CAITLYN AUBREE SOMMERLOT on Dec 22, 2012 1:16:12 GMT -5
Caitlyn shook her head lightly. "Tarantulas aren't as bad as bats," she said, shaking her head. "And no rats. Please." Perhaps it wasn't the wisest idea to be feeding to him all the things that she was scared of, when he had made it his job today to go around frightening people out of their wits -- but it was a pretty honest, horrible fear and she didn't think that even troll-y Josh, on Halloween or not, would exploit something like that intentionally. The first time he hadn't known -- which made sense, to be perfectly honest, because it wasn't like she saw rodents of any kind often enough that she'd want to scream and throw a fit of hysterics frequently. "Unless you want to give everyone a heart attack..." she trailed off, shaking her head a little, though she knew that it was all in good fun. "I guess if that happens at least we'd be in good hands, though. If someone does get a heart attack, I mean." He was a doctor-to-be, after all, and had worked in hospitals and had a doctor father already -- the man probably knew what to do in case that did happen. "Can't be worse than not having a soul at all, can it?" she asked with a frown, looking at him skeptically.
She mimed sprinkling a handful of glitter over his head, smiling. It would definitely add some flair to his costume, but then maybe that wasn't necessary -- he seemed to have this chain and turtleneck thing down pat, even if she didn't really understand what was going on too well. "It'd look great, I don't know what you mean," she said stubbornly, though she was well aware from personal experience that having glitter all over the place was never fun. "Especially pink glitter! The best kind!" That stuff -- glitter, that was, regardless of colour -- never came off until about the fiftieth shower. "Poseiiiidon," she sang along -- the only word of the song she actually knew besides the "I'm on a boat" part that he had just already sung. It had been a very long time since Caitlyn had heard that song -- it really wasn't her style at all. "It wasn't a compliment!" she argued, though she knew that this was the joke. Really, if Josh was having fun, she couldn't bring herself to stop him -- but it would be pretty awful to have any more bats flown at her. The fact that it was fake didn't mean much to her anymore. "Taking advantage of people's fears like that." She grumbled this last part under her breath, shaking her head at him stubbornly.
At least this time, when he started singing, she knew exactly what was going on and understood the reference and could sing a few of the words. It was one of those things -- she enjoyed musical movies enough. "What we'll see will defy explanation," she continued on, mimicking the Willy Wonka creeper face rather than copying his. Caitlyn hadn't seen too many movies, but she did like things like that at least -- almost everyone had seen the original Willy Wonka. (The second one honestly just wasn't nearly as good.) "But thanks," she added, honestly grateful that he would actually help her get out of there rather than just leave her to wander by herself. Besides which, if Josh was walking beside her, then he certainly wasn't aiming bats at her (at least, she didn't think he could), and that was a powerful bonus. "Oh, lead the way to the candy! I hope you guys stocked up on everything," she said, nodding. "Peanut M&M's?" She tried to eat relatively healthy meals and what-not (though she skipped them more often than she should have) but it was Halloween, and she wanted candy, and health would just have to wait for a second. Skipped meals and mild sleep deprvation aside, she was pretty healthy otherwise!
The question was simple enough to answer, and she just smiled and said, "Oh, I'm good! Busy. The usual. But good! How've you been?" The wedding had been only recently, just a few weeks ago, so between that and this party, she was sure Josh and Nell both had had their hands full.
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Post by JOSHUA DONOVAN DALE on Dec 27, 2012 20:40:06 GMT -5
Joshua wasn't afraid of many things but he found it rather amusing that bats ranked above huge, hairy spiders on the list of things that spooked his friend. Arachnaphobia was one of the more common and widely spread fears and though he didn't have it himself he could understand it a little more than a fear of rats. Not that he was going to judge her or hold it against her, though. He sure wouldn't enjoy anyone laughing at his fear of deep water and the fact that he, a grown man, did not know how to swim. "Maybe a minor cardiac failure instead of a full blown heart attack..." He smirked, a glint in his colourless eyes. He chuckled and nodded. "True. See, there's a reason you should keep me around even though I'm apparently an asshole." He laid his hand across his heart. "I'm touched." He might not have been able to medically treat someone for a heart attack but he knew the do's and don'ts of handling a situation before the hospital visit and all that. He was also good to have around when anyone sustained an injury that needed first aid and he knew CPR as well. His father had taught him a lot of first aid practices when he was rather young. Those were the benefits of having a medical professional for a parent. "I wouldn't know. I've still got my soul, it's just not a very good one." Did Joshua truly believe in the concept of souls? Not really. It was not a physical thing that could be seen or touched and so in his mind it did not exist. He believed that morales came from someone's own mind.
He ducked out from under her hand despite the fact that he knew she didn't actually have glitter with which to shower him. "Not the hair!" he protested, backing off. He dragged a hand through the messy curls, careful not to pull the wig off by mistake. "It took ages to get my curls this fabulous." It was easy for Joshua to say these things with a straight face. The laughter was not even betrayed by his eyes or a twitch of the lip. He was the master of the poker face. "Tch, you think I'm afraid of pink? I'm a man, I can handle pink." He had no shame and no doubts about his sexuality so things considered feminine didn't exactly intimidate him. Not that he'd go out in a hot pink shirt or anything, he didn't care much for the colour, but it didn't make him cringe. Once upon a time he might have feared the homosexual jabs but he was married now, he didn't think he had anything to prove to anyone beyond that. "I took it as one!" He looked cocky and confident in himself as he gave her a smile, the physical expression of 'deal with it'. "Ahw, I love you too." He hugged her, all the while grinning like a hyena and looked pleased with himself. "It's Halloween, Cait. You brought this on yourself!" It was as teasing as it could be without the addition of a stuck-out tongue.
His gaze lit up when she caught his reference, glad that not everything that he said was going over her head. "We have a lot of candy," he told her, nodding. "I mean this is our party. We don't cheap out." Anyone who was friends with Joshua long enough to see his car or to notice that the gold watch on his wrist was a genuine Rolex could figure out that he had a lot of money. He and Nell could afford to go over the top with their parties and as Halloween was a holiday involving candy of all things, he did his best. He didn't share his candy when it wasn't a holiday but this was Joshua's time to make up for that by loading up all his friends and family with all the sugary goodness they could handle. "God yes, I love M&Ms." The peanut kind were some of his favourites and so they had entire bowls of them. He smiled softly when she asked how he was doing. "I've been fantastic." The first sign he was telling the truth was the use of a heavy word instead of just 'I'm fine, you?'. "France was amazing and I got accepted into medical school. Couldn't be better." It was a simple sentence but there was happiness in his voice. He was married to the woman he loved, his future was looking more and more secure... what more was there to experience? "Ah, here we go." He led the way into the dining room and over to the bowl of peanut M&Ms, bowing. "Enjoy."
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Post by CAITLYN AUBREE SOMMERLOT on Jan 9, 2013 0:18:05 GMT -5
Caitlyn just smiled a little. "At least I'd be in good hands, I guess!" she chirped happily, not at all bothered by the mention of this minor cardiac failure (or full blown heart attack -- whichever happened first, really) now that she no longer feared having flying rodents being sent at her head. Then again, rats and what-not were they really terrifying ones. They made her skin crawl all over just to think about -- which was really pretty strange, since she was studying forensic science and had looked at some very disturbing things, but that was life, she supposed. "I mean, better than being stuck with an English major if I do happen to have a heart attack. Or minor cardiac failure." She had nothing but love for her fellow college students regardless of major, but she had the impression that English classes did not have any particular focus on taking care of things like that. Hell, even Cait didn't really, except for the very basics -- it was certainly more of a medicine thing. "Then is it really one at all?" she asked skeptically -- not that Caitlyn really believed in souls either, honestly, but they were just being silly. She was pretty certain Josh didn't know how to take away anyone's soul.
It wasn't his real hair, she realized, so she didn't feel that bad about it -- the wig would have probably retained all of it anyway, considering how big it was. "It must have! I didn't even know your hair was long enough but I guess that shows me," she teased, laughing a bit. She wasn't sure if Josh's hair was long enough, actually -- curly hair when straightened was typically much longer than she thought, but then again Caitlyn had quite long and very straight hair and she didn't really know anything about naturally curly hair at all. She found the sight of Josh with curls very different, though, and she wasn't sure if it was a good or bad different. It'd probably be alright if she could just get used to it. "Oh, but that's good! I'll buy pink for you all the time then. Fuschia." She didn't really think pink on guys was bad or anything, but somehow with Josh's personality it was too weird a thought -- he wasn't nearly that... vivid. She wasn't sure that made sense, though. "Get off," she mumbled, trying to be grumpy, but she just ended up laughing and hugging him back. "And I did not, I only came to steal your food because I heard Nell was making stuff -- nobody said anything about bats." He was right, of course. It was Halloween. Bats were everywhere. (How she had managed to trick or treat as a child she had no idea.) "What about pumpkins and stuff? Those are Halloween-y too. And not scary." They did smell pretty awful, but they weren't scary for the most part.
She knew very well that Josh had money, considering how long she'd known him and how very willing he was to spend on things that other people probably considered frivolous. Of course, Caitlyn differed -- candy was definitely not frivolous by any means. "Awesome," she emphasized, following along at quick pace, making sure not to be left behind. Bats or not, this was still just a little bit freaky and dark without a group -- or possibly that thing flying at her head had just unnerved her more than before. "The best. Oh, especially those tiny mini ones, but I don't even know if they make those anymore." Of course, everything was better when tiny, and M&Ms were no exception. His answer made her crack a wide grin. Nell was one of her best friends and Josh was certainly up there as well, so it was pretty great to see that the two were genuinely happy together. She hadn't been worried, considering that she had officially met Josh first as Nell's boyfriend or something like that, and she'd long ago stopped seeing him as a potentially scary Fire elemental. Still, need for worry or not, Caitlyn really was genuinely happy that her friends were doing well -- being all married and what-not -- it was exciting stuff! "MHU, right?" she asked after his medical school, pretty sure that he had said something once about not leaving the city. That was good. She would have certainly understood even if he said that he wanted to leave, though -- it would have been kind of a big deal. Cait's ambition was enough for her to know that. "Where'd you guys end up going in France?"
She bowed in return to his, though the fairy dress would have probably been better suited for a curtsy -- ah, well. That was too bad. "You guys are the best!" she said, taking a handful and popping one into her mouth, chewing on it happily and swallowing before continuing, "But seriously, this is a cool party. Except for the whole, you know, scaring people part, but whatever." Cait grinned. "Just never do that again. Ever." The last part was more serious than the first, obviously. She didn't mess around about that.
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