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Post by Shinko on Oct 28, 2016 16:52:16 GMT -5
As you turn down a narrow side alley, you find yourself in a place curiously devoid of light. All of the buildings on either side of you are so very tall that they block out the sun, leaving the alley dreadfully shaded. You can see lights coming from the windows of the shop fronts, but the lights are flickering and watery, and the windows so dingy that not much of said light penetrates them in the first place.
You move forward, in spite of something in your better judgement screaming at you not to. You can see signposts declaring the names of the shops on either side of you. An antique store called "Borgin and Burkes." Noggin and Bonce, a shop with a wide selection of shrunken heads leering and jeering through the window. The Coffin House, a witch out front touting the store to sell ingredients fabled to be used in the potion to create inferi- mindless zombies. Trackleshanks Locksmith, which contained padlocks on display that seemed to have rows and rows of razor fangs inside their keyholes. More and more shops of similar, incredibly sketchy ilk.
You are seriously questioning your life choices at this point, but before you can beat a hasty retreat, you feel a hand on your shoulder. There is a person there; a woman in a long, tattered black cloak. She smiles at you, her face eerily illuminated by a candle in her hand.
"Happy Halloween, deary," she croaked, her voice a harsh rasp. "Gotten a bit turned about, have you? I know that Diagon Alley was doing a trick-or-treating event, but I'm not entirely certain that any of the shopkeeps here got that memo. Post owls stopped coming this way after the rats got big enough to bite them back, y'know?" She chuckled, her expression now almost a leer. "Still. If you're determined, you can always pick a door and knock. What's the worst that could happen?"
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Post by Mostly Harmless (flufflepuff) on Oct 29, 2016 15:21:16 GMT -5
Cassie knew she looked completely out of place in such a dark street. Her bright white costume seemed to glow. She caught a few ofthe stranger's words, jumping at her sudden appearance. Potion ingredients, eh? Cassie gave a small smile. As someone with a definite interest in plants and herbs, she thought this would be a most interesting place to start trick or treating. The woman timidly wandered over to The Coffin House, giving a small wave to the woman holding out some of the shop's wares. Noticing her thick white wig was out of place, Cassie adjusted it, hoping simultaneously that the woman didn't notice and that her crown didn't fall off. Hey guys look I'm the Queen =D (I got permission from Twillie ) |
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Post by Coaster on Oct 29, 2016 20:05:57 GMT -5
Vampire-Wizardess!Coaster is theoretically (and rather punnily) right up her alley at this... is it even a trick-or-treat house? There're plenty of decorations, that's for sure, and a lot of folks also in robes and such, even if most of them aren't quite as red or floppy. Actually, a lot of the wizards' and witches' outfits seem pretty green, or black, or what the heck why is that person barfing up slugs in public
Coaster goes up to the stranger that seems to have just directed a very shiny person down the road, listens to her advice, and saunters into Borgin and Burkes without knocking.
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Post by June Scarlet on Oct 29, 2016 22:20:11 GMT -5
A red haired girl who was not a Weasley found herself in what seemed to be the bad part of town. Still, if she was dressed as a Journalist, she might as well play the part. Intrigued by a shop called, "Trackleshanks Locksmith," she knocked at its door, away from the doorknob lest it too had a bite.
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Post by Shinko on Oct 30, 2016 1:55:02 GMT -5
Mostly Harmless (flufflepuff) The witch standing out in front of the shop bows her head. "Hello deary, hello. I take it you're looking to get a free sample in the spirit of the Halloween season, eh? Not to worry, I know what you need." The woman put on a thick pair of gloves, then reached to a display on a table behind herself and held up a small phial of black, sticky looking fluid. "Dragon's bile- this stuff cost me an arm and a leg, it's so hard to get without all the proper permits. This isn't much, of course, but it's authentic." The witch dropped the bile into Cassie's goody bag. "Just be careful with it, the bottle is leaking a bit and the stuff is highly acidic." * * * Coaster The proprietor of Borgin and Burkes looked up at the Vampire-Wizardess with a slightly leering smile. "Welcome, welcome, come to buy any-" Then he seemed to notice the goody bag that his visitor was holding, and he scowled a bit. "Ah, drats, it's Halloween isn't it? Well, I suppose I could scrounge something up. Hmm, ah! I have just the thing." "Looks just like a noose, doesn't it? They say this locket used to belong to a young woman who was hung for witchcraft during the middle ages. They say no one who has inherited this locket lives for more than a year after they put it on... Happy Halloween." * * * June Scarlet The person who opened the door to Tracklshankes was wrapped up in so many layers of protective cloth and leather it was impossible to tell much about what they looked like. That was probably an occupational hazard of working with biting locks; they do seem to be missing the left pinkie. Noticing the girl's goody bag, they sigh and withdraw into the shop, reappearing moments later to drop something small and shiny into the bucket. They say not a word during all of this, closing the shop behind them... as the item they dropped into the goody bucket crawls out.
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Post by Gelquie on Oct 30, 2016 3:49:55 GMT -5
The sheet ghost clad with pink fuzzy chains looks around the alley, feeling simultaneously nervous and excited. On the one hand, the alley looked very much like a scary place. On the other hand, she never really had a chance to explore it! Sure, there were some... creepy curios, but there were also plenty of other things that were not so bad and just grey area! And now she had a chance to really look.
But how to pick a shop...? ...The ghost didn't want to spend too long looking, since again, creepy place. But if she had to choose one place to go...
Ah, there appeared to be quite an interesting shop; inside were a collection of bones, rearranged into various objects like furniture or shown stand-alone! She wondered about some of the curios inside. She looked up at the shop sign, reading "Dystyl Phaelanges", before walking up to the door and knocking.
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Post by Fraze on Oct 30, 2016 13:10:32 GMT -5
Kid!Fraze, dressed as a stock market crash (a costume he would later come to describe as "an awesome idea at the time") had already gotten halfway down the alley before realizing it isn't the best idea. But there are already several people milling about in different shops, and the woman who speaks to him looks like she's getting a bit bored repeating her speech to all the trick-or-treaters showing up, so it doesn't seem too dangerous?
Looking left and right, he finds himself drawn to a shop with small ceramic sculptures in the window. They depict adorable scenes such as mummified corpses having a picnic, boy and girl zombies exchanging brains, and a family of giant spiders (two adults and five children) gathered around something human-sized and covered in webbing. Above the door, a sign carved into the shape of a realistic heart reads "DIRE MOMENTS" in a looping cursive font.
He opens the door, and a chime that sounds like a funeral bell rings. "Hello?" he says.
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Post by Coaster on Oct 30, 2016 13:50:16 GMT -5
Vampire-Wizardess!Coaster thanks the shopkeeper and puts on the locket--because CHALLENGE ACCEPTED. (Besides, the expectation was there anyways.)
Then she starts rummaging through the various spooky paraphernalia, twisting it in odd directions and picking up things that look like they should not be touched by mortal hands. (But she's sort of a vampire right now? So maybe it's okay?)
"Wow, these decorations look really authentic! How long did you spend getting all this set up? And what about this one?" she asks, shaking a glass-like globe that looked nondescript until the shaking caused what looked like the Grim to show up in the middle.
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Post by Mostly Harmless (flufflepuff) on Oct 30, 2016 13:58:03 GMT -5
Cassie stares at the dragon bile for a while and says, "Waaaaait a minute."
She eyes her purse warily which is starting to melt, feeling that she iswatched for her almost accusation.
"This could make a great ingredient for grog!" She cries out cheerfully. "Thanks!"
Cassie runs to get a lead mug or something as strong, her giant fluffy white wig bouncing all over the place.
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Post by Huntress on Oct 31, 2016 9:44:17 GMT -5
Huntress wasn't entirely sure how she got here. One minute you're walking along, idly wondering if there's a place nearby where one might grab a snack, the next minute there's a becloaked woman invading your personal space and everything's gone suspiciously British.
The sad part was, this wasn't even the weirdest night she'd ever had.
But she was still hankering for a snack and there was a bakery in sight, its display window piled high with buns and pastries. Most of them even seemed decently ordinary, although she decided not to inspect the ones that looked like they were oozing strawberry jam.
She knocked, casting a sideways glance at the shop sign that read VOODOO DOUGHNUT.
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Post by Twillie on Oct 31, 2016 15:20:22 GMT -5
As she wanders down the dark, cobbled street, Twillie!Twillie anxiously wonders which store would be the best to confront. From their exteriors, some appeared worse than others, but none crossed the threshold of "nice," in her opinion. She almost considered just leaving the run down alley when a beacon of light suddenly crossed her vision.
The same woman from earlier wearing her white, glowing outfit trotted merrily from a nearby shop, holding something apparently worthwhile in her hands. Twillie assumed that if someone in such a blatant costume could walk away from that shop alive, she could too.
She approached the woman at the store front, calling out, "Trick or treat!"
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Post by Celestial on Oct 31, 2016 17:59:55 GMT -5
Given that her costume was black, red and gold, Celestial blended in quite well, at least as well as somebody wearing a 16th century replica dress could. She was quietly thankful that the palace she worked at chose to have the red side of the underskirt turned to face out. White, as in the portrait that the dress was copied from, might have looked a little out of place. Either way, the dragon wings poking out of her back definitely helped. Wings...wings... the dress did not have wing holes!!!"Oh no. Oh no...I am so dead," she mutters, more scared of the consequences of damaging Trust property than Knockturn Alley or the woman in front of her. In her panic, she even begins to wander away from the woman, not really paying attention to her. "Maybe I can find a needle and thread in one of these Trick or Treat places and try to fix it up. Could even try around here," she shrugs. "I mean, dark wizards still deal with holes in their clothes somehow. Even if it is with a spell or house elves or possessed sewing machines or whatever. I'm not going to be picky." Picking up the hem of her skirt, Celestial wanders a little bit down Knockturn Alley, just strolling past Borgin and Burkes ("hmm, wonder if that's a reference to Burke of Burke and Hare, the Edinburgh bodysnatchers/murders," she ponders "Probably is, given J.K. lived in Edinburgh.") before finding a shop called simply Wizarding Supplies. "Vague, but this is a good start as any," the dragon-woman remarks, shrugging both her shoulders and her wings. She wanders up to the door and knocks. "Hello? Do you have a needle and thread or something to that equivalent?" |
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Post by Shinko on Nov 1, 2016 15:49:24 GMT -5
GelquieThe shop door was opened by a rather unamused looking fellow in a pointy hat. "The devil are ye knockin' fer, it's a shop, just come in... aw, bugger, yer here for a freebie aren't ye? Trick or treaters, I swear." The man vanished, returning a moment later with a small object that from a distance looked like a comb... until he drew closer and it became clear that the teeth of the comb were real teeth. Real, jagged shark teeth. * * * FrazeA surprisingly chipper looking young woman pops up from behind the counter "Oh hi!" she calls. "I just started here yesterday, what can I do for you? Wait, don't tell me- you're here for the trick or treat event, right? Nobody told the proprietor, but luckily my pa works at Eelops Owl Emporeum out in Diagon Alley." She skipped over to one of the shelves. "I set aside some of our poor selling clearence items for just this. I doubt the boss will miss them. Here you go!" She pulled a framed portrait of a huge, snarling black dog out of the pile. The Grim. * * * HuntressThe door to the bakery remained firmly closed, but a head popped out from behind it- a transparent head, who's voice echoed from far away as they spoke. "Ah, hello, ma'am. Welcome to Voodoo Doughnut, been in the family since 1885... well, I've been in it since 1885. Grandkids wanted to sell it out, can you believe that. But a little haunting is very pursuesive about keeping buyers away." The ghost grinned ferally, before beckoning for Huntress to follow him inside. "Here we are- the platter on the table has some cookies I set out for trick-or-treaters. Help yourself!" ((Aaaah I'll get to the last two when I can, I'm sorry, I may not have the drawings done until after the thread closes but I'll get them to you guys I promise. @____@ ))
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