We Are The Thieves!
Flenn & Jay
@gdijay
The biggest difference between Hallowe’en and Carnival was the theme. Carnival was all about the colours, the celebration; Hallowe’en on the other hand was about scaring the spooky, scary creatures of this world away. This world or the next plane of existence, whichever worked – Flenn wasn’t picky, as long as he got to dress up and stuff his face. The food had been great, and a bunch of small animations were going on around the castle. The single biggest attraction, though, he was still to see with his own two eyes.
He had heard about it from whispers in the corridors first. The teachers and staff had obviously been working on something for a while then, and the students had been rightfully excited. None of them had seen the intricate maze coming, though. It felt like a right adventure to Flenn who felt more elated the more he heard about it: it was quite obvious he’d face many difficulties if he entered the labyrinth, and who knew how long it’d take him to find the exit. The perspective of getting lost, on Hallowe’en night, with a bunch of creatures and trials for an undetermined length of time sent his heart beating like a drum, electricity buzzing through him. Would he risk his neck in this damn place? Hell yeah!
It was with great determination and a smile on his face that Flenn set out to enter the maze. Not that his smile could be seen much behind the fake beard he had put together: his costume was a colorful version of Davy Jones, whose beard he had recreated by sticking murtlap tentacles-shaped sweets all over his face. It felt sticky and smelled way too much of sugar – he loved it. The bright side of it was, if he ever got lost in the labyrinth for long, he’d have snacks with him. He could have brought more had he decided to use the same expert technique for his hands, but transfiguration had seemed a better option, and it made him work on his spells.
The rest of the costume he had thrown together was quite fitting as far as the individual items went, down to the pirate hat and heavy boots, long cloak and huge belt. Only the colours were all wrong, in that they existed. Surely Davy Jones wouldn’t have been so feared had he adopted Flenn’s scheme of bright yellow, purple, and turquoise – to only name a few. The leopard pattern of the vest, fake crocodile of the belt and extra glitter on the (only actually black pair he owned) pants didn’t help make him any more intimidating, but hey – if they were supposed to scare ghosts away, showing them a dead octopus with legs probably wouldn’t do much. A lot of people had probably died in the lake, Davy Jones was nothing they hadn’t seen before.
Unlike the quite surprising sight of one Jacen Wood all cloaked in some flimsy, dark whatever, looking quite ghastly and à propos in Flenn’s opinion. Breaking character completely, he waved at the other student, who was only a few feet farther, and called out. “Hey, woo-hoo, Jace-amazing! Are you going in the maze?” As he spoke he jogged to his friend, elated he may not be going in alone after all. Not that he would have minded, but the more the merrier – especially if said more was Jay fricking Wood. “If you’re going, we should tag along together, yeah? We’ll have a bunch of fun and my beard is made of candy!” Sugar, a strong selling point. Always.
Jacen hadn't actually known how close to the entrance of the maze she was - hadn't noticed it at all, come to think of it. It was only when she was joined by Flenny Q did she realise she'd sort of been loitering at the start for a while now. It wasn't done intentionally, and now she felt slightly miffed about not getting very far while having been inside for a decent amount of time.
"My hero! I got stuck and now I know where I am!" She crowed, running up to Flenn even as he jogged to her side. Distance closed, she threw herself at him in a fierce hug, only to pull back with a puzzled expression. "Not that I'm not happy to see you, I really am, but now that you're with me I think you're stuck too, which would effectively render you not my hero. You can keep that first hug, though, but I'm afraid that was the end of the hero worship."
She was grinning though, and rubbing at her face where Flenn's sweets-infested face had squished against her. "Why are you wearing sugar? You look like Rian got sick all over you," she giggled, poking at one of the tentacles that wriggled when the fifth year even slightly moved his head.
"I agree that we should stick together. I'm bored, let's go do something. I hear that there's a haunted ship on the lake, but I dunno how real that whisper is. I was also told there was a baby dragon wandering around the centre of the maze, and if so, let's go grab it and set it loose in the castle. But then I also heard there's a dementor wandering around and I'm not sure whether that was a joke, someone telling me that Damien is around, or if I was being poked fun at." She waved off her own comment, restless, and made her way over to one of the hedge walls. "Dare me to climb it?" she grinned, kicking a foot into the foliage to test the stability.
