OOC: I had so much fun with this that I don’t even care how disorganize everything in this post is! 8D
Oh and I totally forgot whether or not Randy was in a costume. Woops.
Sofiya Mikhailovna Ignatova
Sofiya was leaning her cheek against two slender fingers, her lips forming a small, very uncharacteristic smirk as she eyed her spoils of the day. She was wearing a tight military uniform, with the front opened all the way to her chest. She had on black leather gloves with matching, thigh-high boots, and a military cap hung on her head, shrouding one turquoise eye in darkness. She had, for the time being, abandoned one of her gloves as well as her crop in favor of flipping through a rainbow-colored photoalbum, both of said items now sitting next to her on the cold surface of the roof. Some distance from them lay other… items Commander Ignatova had required tonight, all scattered across the roof she was sitting on the edge of.
After taking in a yet another photograph she let out a high-pitched chuckle and flipped the page, the sharp look in her eyes focusing on the next picture depicting a boy clad in a homemade cat costume. Sofiya shifted her crossed legs, her camouflage patterned skirt flipping about before settling back to cover what little was visible of her thighs.
“Perfect,” the eerie woman mused softly, contently, tapping the stone of the building’s exterior with one of her boots. The cold breeze of Halloween eve had caught her hair which she had, just for the occasion, decided to let remain free. And so her ridiculously long, black streaks were whipped about freely by the wind, sometimes curling around her when the wind changed directions too suddenly. It was like black, silky strings wrapping around her and warning each passerby not to get too close lest you be trapped in her web. She threw back her strands with one, shift flick of her hand, never losing the grace and poise expected of a high-ranking soldier.
Needless to say, the Russian looked like a completely different person then. That was because this wasn’t Sofiya at all; this was Commander Ignatova and you’d better remember it, you lowly cur.
“So very perfect…” She repeated once more with a whisper, her accent adding an unusual edge to her words. Tracing one of the pictures with her long, painted nails, and her wine-red lips barely parting, she breathed out a silent: “Yes, my pupil….”
Sofiya’s smirk widened, and then immediately fell right off of her face.
“-is so cyuuuute~!” Sofiya exclaimed in her usual, kiddy voice as she jumped up to stand, a much more familiar, cat-like smile replacing her ominous grin from earlier. She spun around a few times, dangerously close to the edge before she finally banged her photoalbum shut and held it against her chest as if it were a dear childhood toy of some sort. Yes, Mana, her pupil, he was so utterly adorable in all these pictures! He made such a great cat in the end. Well, he had needed some disciplining to make it happen, but in the end it was worth it. That tail had reaaally suit him. Granted, it had been a bit difficult to attach and Mana had kept complaining how much it hurt, but… but well, she wouldn’t have been a proper Commander had she not known how to be strict, right? Surely he’d think all the suffering was totally worth it too, once he saw the results of their little – forced – photoshoot!
She had allowed Mana to return to the dorms some time ago by now, or rather, she had shooed him off so she could print out the photos and gather them in an album for him. He had seemed happy to comply, and so, Sofiya had stayed behind. And, maybe it was because it was Halloween, but Sofiya had wanted to keep the military costume on and remain in character a bit longer. It was fun, she loved the boots and the gloves and everything! The hat was fun, and so was the crop. Especially the crop! Mana loved the crop too. She could faintly recall him saying that after some very intensive persuasion.
Sofiya stretched, figuring it was time to get back already. As she gathered her “equipment” she silently wished she would run into JP at some point during the party. He had secluded himself for so long, she was really getting worried. But she had decided that she wouldn’t let him be alone any longer. Halloween was meant to be spent with friends, scaring each other half to death!
Nodding, determined, she started to make her way towards the dorms, stopping to change back into her earlier costume – the costume of Everything.
As Sofiya reached the dorms and opened the door to step inside, she overheard talking. A familiar voice- JP?! Snapping into her stealth mode, she quickly hid behind the door and peeked inside as slyly as she could. Yeah, she had been right, it was JP! Talking to someone! That was so good! And that someone… Oh, it was Mana? Strange, why wasn’t he at the party? In fact, why was neither of them at the party? And hey! Mana didn’t seem to be wearing his ears! She’d need to lecture him about that later. But for now, she was in stealth mode and her goal was to just listen.
So, she pulled herself completely behind the door and pressed an ear against its surface.
“… explaining why your clothes just inexplicably ripped while you kissed is a difficult thing.”
… Huh? Clothes ripping while… kissing? Had one of them kissed someone? And ripped their clothes? She was pretty sure she had seen an educational video like that once. But wait, who did they kiss, there wasn’t anyone in there except… Oh.
So that’s why neither of them went to the party! And that was why Mana had been so eager to leave – he had to meet up with JP in secret! It was like Romeo and Juliet! Except it was like… Romeo and Julius instead. Which was pretty weird. But, but she was open-minded! Even if she couldn’t, for the life of her, imagine how they could do the stuff on the videos together ever. They had too many tangly bits!
This would now bother her.
So Sofiya made a mental note to look for someone who could possibly have more knowledge on the subject, but that was for later. Now, there was a party to attend to!
So, on her way to the party Sofiya had suddenly realized that she… didn’t have anyone to go to the party with. No partner. No date. How could she go to the party without a date? She would be seen as an outcast, a boring loner who was so unsociable she couldn’t even find a single boy to take to the party. Everyone would start to hate her, and she… didn’t think she would be able to handle that. Public humiliation and all.
Well luckily, she was smart.
She had taken the carcass that used to be part of her costume and was now carrying it in her arms, princess style. She would just need to say that her partner was dressed up as a dead, beat up body. Sure, her Everything costume now lacked a rotting corpse, but everything else was still in place, so maybe they wouldn’t mind? She just needed to make a really dramatic entrance to make up for that shortcoming, that was all.
And so, when she reached the doors from behind which she could already hear party music, she took in a deep breath, determined. This was it. Now go in with style! She took a few steps back and then walked forward, kicking the doors open once she reached them. She stood on the doorway, her “date” for the night in her arms and her stance wide.
“Good evening, mortals! I am Everything! And, and this is my date, a... well a beat up, totally dead corpse!” She exclaimed, trying to have her voice beat the music in volume. “Now he’s really, really serious about this being dressed up as a dead body business, so don’t try to talk to him okay? He won’t - Oh, drinky things!”
Completely forgetting all about the part she was supposed to play, she tossed the fake corpse away somewhere and scurried to the punch table, jumping up and down in excitement. Yay, she was starting to get really thirsty! Cheerful as ever, she filled herself a glass and spun around to take a look around the gym. She loved, loved, loved parties! Especially costume ones. And from the first glance it was clear her costume was the best here! There were multiple vampires and ghosts and… other things, but she was the only Everything!
Beaming brightly as ever, Sofiya started to jump up and down again, this time to the beat of music. She was moving while jumping, doing well until she almost fell over as she stepped onto... something. Or someone. Yelping a bit she jumped away, only to step onto another part of that... something. Confused, she looked down... only to see a peculiar sigh; Randy, the boy whose upbeat attitude she had grown to like over the weeks… now lying on the floor alone, totally... not upbeat. That couldn’t be! Why wouldn't he be upbeat It was a party! Maybe it was part of his guise. He wasn’t wearing a costume though… Well, only one way to find out.
"Wah, sorry!" She gasped, moving her hand to rub the back of her head sheepishly, splashing some of her drink on the unfortunate man as she did. "And um... well hi! How are you doing and... um... why are you on the floor?" She took a better look and then exclaimed, all surprised and oblivious: "Ohh, you've got punch on you too! Silly, it's not supposed to go on your face! You need to drink it! I'll teach you!" She offered a hand. "Now get up, up up!"