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harold landon baines
 Posted: Nov 3 2014, 11:01 PM
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hellraisin’ cuz we don’t need savin’Working the graveyard shift at a 24/7 Halloween store the night before Halloween was still like running a marathon sprint. The line to get inside the joint was still around the block and more and more people kept filing in, grabbing whatever last minute odds and ends they could snatch off the shelves before the next guy beat them to it. Baines had no pity for those who couldn’t get their shit together earlier so he planned on maintaining his typically rude demeanor throughout his eight hour shift. But he couldn’t fault them too much. After all, they were trying. It wasn’t their fault that they hadn’t been raised properly (though Baines wasn’t one to really say anything about being raised properly). Around midnight, he had felt a distinct shift occur inside of him while he was in the back room, getting some more fake blood and severed hands off the shelves. Lifting up a particularly heavy box, Baines chalked it up to annoyance at it only being the middle of his shift coupled with his internal alarm clock knowing that his holiday had finally arrived, alerting him to its wispy, sacrosanct presence. He trudged back onto the floor, setting the box besides the main shelves and began to unpack, even if it was a futile effort to keep anything on the shelves for too long. ”Wow, neat costume!” someone to his right chirped. He frowned. Sure, he always did his best to scare people and dress himself in an intentionally ghoulish way but he hadn’t gotten into costume yet. He had had every intention of being Freddy Krueger (even though he wasn’t worthy to dress in God’s visage) and getting his prank on. But right now, he was in his usual black jeans, black shirt, black boots combo. Nothing too amazing about that. He finished stocking that section and went back to register. “You weren’t even gone that long,” his manager said once Baines was back behind the counter. ”How did you manage all of that?” “All of what?” His frown deepened as he headed to the bathroom. How dare they all get in on a prank against him. They were going to fucking pay. Turning on the bathroom light, his eyes widened at the reflection he saw in the mirror. It was him but not him. Or rather, it was both of him at the same time. Threading his fingers through his now green hair, he tried to find a better way to describe it but there weren’t good enough words in his vocabulary. He looked like himself, his first self, but he also looked like his new self, his New York self. “Either way, I look creepy as shit,” he said aloud to the awesomely gruesome face he saw in front of him. His face had rounded out a bit at the edges, no more high human cheekbones. His teeth were even more disgusting looking, all jagged and sticking out from his mouth. His eyes were rimmed in blotches of blue and purple, almost bruised, and his skin had taken on a mottled gray hue. He pressed his fingertips against the blue of his lips, just to make sure his reflection moved with him. This was weird.His first thought, of course, was of Jack Skellington. After he had completely fucked over Halloween that one year, Baines didn’t put anything past that asshole’s fear magic. Why not reveal your hated rival’s demon children for the monsters they really were? But to what end? And he hadn’t heard hide nor hair of Jack recently, it seemed like a strange way to get payback and payback for nothing other than existing far away from him. How long was this supposed to last? Did it really matter? Maybe by November 1st, it would, but right now, this was how he was meant to look. Barrel resurrected. He grinned, shut off the bathroom light and snuck out of the Halloween store, grabbing his coat and hoodie as he went. Let them fire him. Hell, they might not even notice he disappeared. More problems for another fucking day. The air was crisp as he walked, enjoying the attention he got from the passerby. Tomorrow night, the streets would be full to bursting with his costumed cohorts but for now, it would be him and him alone. Or maybe it wasn’t just him. What if Damien looked like Lock again? He had seen as much of his brother as he had of the Pumpkin King, though not for the same reasons. And Shock was Freddy knows where and that’s where she would probably forever stay. As cool of a reunion that might be, it was pretty fucking unlikely. But he could hope. After all, he knew more than most the power that Halloween held and the dark wishes that the ghosts and demons passing through the gauze-thin veil dividing the land of the living from the realm of the dead granted. Maybe his appearance was one of those wishes, one he didn’t remember making but appreciated all the same. The carnival that had opened earlier in the month was still in full swing by the time he arrived. A couple of candy apples, a couple of rides on the rollercoaster, that would do him. He felt someone come up too close to him and he was feeling in the fighting mood, he’d knock their teeth out. But he’d give them enough of a chance to back away. He was in too good of a mood. "Back off slowly, dude, and no one'll get hurt."931 | Outfit | Boogie's Boys thanks melissa
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 Posted: Nov 10 2014, 12:36 PM
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There was a stillness in the air as the young troublemaker lay in wait. Hiding until the perfect victim came crossing his path.

As with every Halloween since his less that exciting trip through the Portal, Damien had made it his personal goal to be as terrible to everyone else as he use to be back at home. Back when him and his siblings would trick all the other inhabitants of Halloweentown. Nothing could get in his way. Nothing could catch him tonight. He had the perfect hiding spot, and the only way one would be able to spot him would be when he smiled- which he had no intentions of doing for the sake of being hidden.

Slingshot in hand, the redhead peered over the edge of the building, eyes scanning the crowd for his first target. The goal: Every Princess would be covered in a disgusting smelling paint that would more than likely ruin their precious costume. Every Goth looking kid would be shot with a ball of glitter glue, ruining their little "Child of the Night" get up and overall ruining their petty life. Everyone else got whatever he pelted at them.

A terrified scream followed by a high pitched wailing caused Damien to shield himself with his mask, a wicked grin splitting his face in two as the mother made a choking noise at the scent that had to have been burning her nostrils.

Score.

The girl's sobbing was echoing down the street as Damien leaned back against the half wall that was shielding him from the crowd below of him. Tilting his head back, he took in the sight of the moon; full and glowing with an eeriness he hadn't seen since his time back home. This caused a small sigh to escape his lips as his eyes closed while his hand lifted the mask from his face. He missed home. Missed causing trouble with his siblings. Shock. Barrel. One was completely missing while the other, he was fairly certain, wanted nothing to do with him. Hell, a tiny fracture of himself was even missing Oogie, of all people. He just needed something. Anything. To remind him of home.

The chiming of an old Grandfather clock in the antique shop beside his hiding place went off right at the stroke of midnight, and he felt the traditional pull of his holiday tugging at his sleeves. It was a feeling that he loved, and wished more than anything that he didn't have to feel it only once a year.

Laughter reached his ears, and his eyes snapped open. Turning to peek over the edge once again, he spotted a small group of girls dressed up in..... What the fuck was that?

Eyes slitting, his vision was full of a male with familiar green hair and a shit eating grin that hit him right in the core of his very being. Without skipping a beat, he pushed himself up only to trip on something. Landing on the ground with a thud, his mask went sliding ahead of him as his chin made contact with the ground below him, causing a loud string of curses to slip past his lips as the metallic taste of blood filled his mouth.

Pushing himself upright, he instinctively ran his hand along his mouth, wiping the blood from his lip and staring at the drastic contrast from the dark red and his whiter-than-normal hand. Brows furrowing, his eyes blinked slowly as he turned his hand one way and another. The hell was going on? Pushing himself to a standing position, he swayed a bit, an attempt to regain his footing. The fuck was going on with him tonight? Running a hand through his hair he stopped in his tracks as his fingers came into contact with something out of the ordinary. Reaching up with both hands this time, he found his hands following the length of his long forgotten horns that use to don the top of his head.

In a panic, his mind at a loss for what the fuck was going on, he took off at a sprint, slingshot tucked in one of his many pockets of his Tripps and his pale hand reaching out for his mask that seemed to come to him with no effort. Hopping over the edge of the building, his free hand clasped the ladder as he slid down, his body wasting no time in taking him to the backdoor of the establishment he was hiding in. With no thought of what he was doing, he kicked the door in, the sound of the alarm ringing loud in his ears as he made a dart of the bathroom in search of a mirror.

another door kicked down, and a flick of a light switch, Damien was staring at himself- only it wasn't him. At least, not the New York Portal him. It was him. A him that he hadn't seen unless he crossed over back through the Portal. Hesitantly, his hand reached up and touched the pale white of his cheeks, causing his yellow eyes to widen in disbelief. A short, slightly panicked laugh echoed from his chest, causing the sharp teeth he use to carry around to peek from their hiding place behind his blue lips. The laugh grew louder, though still drown out by the alarm, as he looked down at himself. He was him? But how? Turning, his grin grew twice it's normal size as his tail greeted him from a fresh hole in the back of his pants.

Fuck. Yes.

Laughing chaotically, the young male turned on the spot and proceeded to shoot himself through the front window of the building, causing more alarms to go off as he scared the shit out of some random passerby's on their way to a party. With a flick of his middle finger, he turned on his heel and ran off in the direction he saw his brother go.

Slipping through the shadows, the grin upon his face only grew as he came up behind the boy who looked so much like his one and only brother. Back off slowly, dude, and no one'll get hurt. The words caused a bark of laughter to erupt from his chest, and before the male could turn, he slipped around to greet the other with his arms wide open, a wicked grin upon his face at the long lost sight of Barrel. "You wouldn't hurt your brother, now would you?, he managed to blurt out before a fit of cackles rang through the air.

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beth rhiannon price
 Posted: Nov 11 2014, 05:54 PM
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'cause we like having funAT OTHER PEOPLE'S EXPENSE AND CUTTING PEOPLE DOWN IS JUST A MINOR OFFENSE AND IT'S NONE OF YOUR CONCERN I GUESS I'LL NEVER LEARN I'M SICK OF BEING TOLD TO WAIT MY TURN I DON'T WANNA WASTE MY TIME BECOME ANOTHER CASUALTY OF SOCIETY I'M NEVER GONNA FALL IN LINE BECOME ANOTHER VICTIM OF YOUR CONFORMITYIt wasn't Beth's idea to go to the carnival, but she'd gone anyway. What little acquaintances she had that considered her something of a friend (or the other way around, which was rare) had invited her, so she saw it in her best interest to tag along, even if she promptly ditched them. She liked being on her own, but it was nice to not have to actually go alone and not look like a complete loser on the way there. Tolerating her coworkers paid off sometimes. They had dressed up, so she had gotten away with donning her yearly usual, which they teased her for, and she wanted to scratch their eyes out but there was a time and place for that kind of behavior and both of those things had not shown up. So what if every year she dug out the same purple dress and the same pointed black hat? Fuck them. At least she pulled it off better than any of those poopheads could.She had lost track of just how long she'd been wandering the carnival's twists and turns. It wasn't really all that interesting, she thought. The mirror thing wasn't so bad, but it could have been better. Maybe she was too hard on everything she ever came across, but that was just how she was. She smiled a little to herself, sadly, remembering what Halloween used to mean.Their night. Their time to go out and create as many scares as possible, each and every one of them from Halloweentown, and crawl back through their cemetery holes by morning's light after a well won night of terrorizing. She would've given anything to have that back, anything at all. It wasn't fair. Fair wasn't something she ever really cared about, but that whole darkness thing? Yeah, not fair, even by her six feet under standards. Idly waiting in line at a candy apple stand, unsure if she would actually get something or not, she shook her head, pushing the thoughts of her lost brothers aside. Beth was having none of that. Nothing was going to ruin her holiday, not memories, not the overall stupidity of humanity, not anything.Except maybe being told that they needed to make more apples and to come back in a few minutes. That was a little uncalled for.With a roll of her eyes and hands shoved deep into the pockets of her unzipped sweatshirt, gravel lightly crunched beneath her heavy black shoes. Of course black. Always black. Black hair, black heart, black clothes, except sometimes purple. Purple was good. She tried to wear red sometimes, or clothes with skeletal images, in memoriam, but they always just felt weird on her, like they were taboo and reserved just for Lock and Barrel. Sometimes she found herself judging people she saw wearing anything that reminded her of the gruesome twosome-- no, no this wasn't going to happen. Stupid costumes. Stupid jackets with bones stuck on them, like that alone could scare anything. With a huff, she marched off towards a drinking fountain and a restroom area. As she went, the wind picked up, tossing her dark hair over her shoulders and whipping into her face, and the gravely crunch sounded almost glasslike and higher pitched, like she had walked over a broken beer bottle or something, but all she did was grumble and hold onto her hat. She didn't really have to go. She just wanted to take a break and not look at anything in particular. A woman leaving offered her a polite smile. Beth blinked. Smiling was for losers. Unless they were laughing at something unfortunate, then it was alright. The restroom was quiet, assumedly empty, which suited her just fine. She leaned against the wall, between the sinks and the paper towel dispenser, her head making a small thud as it hit the whitewashed bricks and her eyes closed as she took a deep breath. This was for the birds. At least by now maybe it was properly Halloween. She had promised herself that she wouldn't give up and leave before midnight. Everything got better after that point, so she had to at least try to give this dumb place a chance in the wee small hours of her precious holiday. Her lips turned downward, eyebrows furrowing suddenly; she couldn't have hit her head on the wall that hard, but it ached, all the way into her nose-- no, her whole head in fact. Maybe she'd hit some weird place that had to do with her spine or something. Bones were weird like that. Yeah, that must have been it. She pushed off the wall and turned to go, rubbing the back of her neck, but she stopped. The wind couldn't have messed up her hair so badly that it tangled up so much that it completely changed the texture, could it? That felt more like some unhealthy, wiry black cat's hair than what she'd gotten used to having in the real world. Maybe she'd missed a hairball altogether. As she turned again, this time back towards the sinks, the reflection greeting her in the dingy mirror stunned her. Her hair, her frizzed out, absolute mess of wiry waves, not stringlike but just as if she'd electrocuted herself, and her nose-- her nose, not quite as curved as it had always been but definitely not her human one, as she poked and prodded at it, a little panicked but a little awestruck at the same time. The bruised skin around her eyes and her paleness made her look dead, and her blue lips didn't help much. She pulled her lower lip down, leaning in close, and her eyes widened at the rows of sharp little teeth."Holy shit," she blurted out in a breath as she abruptly pushed away, stumbling back. "I'm..." Shock.For a few long breaths more, she stood there staring at herself. Was this real? How? It must have been Halloween; this city always seemed to have some fucked up thing happen, which never really bothered her. In fact it was usually pretty cool. If this was this year's fuckery, well, this was better than cool. An invigorated grin spread across her longer, skinnier face as she ran back out to the carnival. Lurking around the candy apples, she sneaked, she ducked, she stole a caramel apple while almost no one was looking, and to the one face who did see, she rolled her eyes back in her head while flashing her pointed teeth, and signaled with a finger to her lips to keep quiet. Giggling quietly to herself, pleased with herself so far, she observed her surroundings with far more interest than previously. It wasn't that things besides herself had become more appealing, just that there was so much more she could potentially do now, and-- huh?...Barrel?...Lock!?She slowed to a halt, narrowing her eyes, unsure if she believed them from her distance. They sure looked like them. Barrel was hardly something anyone else would have come dressed as, and looking down at herself again, she figured why wouldn't they have gone through the same change she did? Had they met before? Had they been together all this time?... Would they even want to see her again? She almost didn't want to accost them after the thought. If there was ever anyone that she considered important to her, even family, it was those two, and she had in the deepest and darkest recesses of her shriveled little heart missed them. She wasn't so sure she wanted to take the chance of them rejecting her.Well, that was a bunch of wussy stuff. What was she thinking? She came from Halloweentown, where scaring was in everyone's blood and guts and bones, and nobody (except Oogie Boogie), especially not her numbskull brothers, was going to scare her. She took another bite of her apple, taking comfort in the crunch as her bite sank through the caramel and the apple's flesh. "Hey!" she shouted loudly at them, walking towards them. "You two dummies wouldn't be fighting without me, would you?"HELLO BOYS. ALSO LONG POST. / WORDS: 1354 / [OUTFIT]
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harold landon baines
 Posted: Nov 23 2014, 12:22 AM
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hellraisin’ cuz we don’t need savin’ "Who the fuck let you out of Hot Topic?" he said with a smirk, looking at his brother standing in front of him. Lock looked like he had come straight out of Halloweentown too. His hair somehow looked less ridiculous to him now that it was back in its devil horn style but those big old goth pants weren't helping his look any. "And you seem to forget what kind of siblings we were back in the day. We always hurt each other." But even after saying that, he kept his hands to himself for the moment instead of balling them into fists. It had been a while since he and Lock as crossed paths and he thought they had finally sorted out their issues as much as they were gonna sort 'em. He remembered that one Halloween where he started their reunion off by breaking a bottle over his head. He was younger then and pissed. He wasn't so angry anymore. He would direct his mischief toward people who actually deserved it.Just when he was gonna ask what Lock had been up to since they'd last dropped off, he heard someone shouting behind him, a shrill girl voice, it's ringing in his ears reminding him of old times when there'd been three and not two. He turned around to look at the offender and his jaw nearly dropped. It was Shock. He wanted to think it was just another girl in a purple dress but Halloween had stripped them of their human selves and left only the Halloweentown remains. No one else would've been dressed just like that. He had been here for years now and hadn't once crossed her path. And now here she was. Only the power of Halloween could've brought them all together like this. It was uncanny and ridiculous but it made all the sense in the world. He stood there, staring, like she was a ghost that had come up to haunt them both. He wanted them more than anything to go back to the way they used to be but there was still a little bit of that lingering anger in the pit of his stomach. It would've been so much easier to curse at her, hit her, push her over, do anything his anger urged him to do but it hadn't been her fault. It had been Oogie's and Jack's. And maybe that little part of his New York self was letting him know he should let this shit die where it stood. Was it worth it to carry on? "And where the fuck have you been, huh? Stuck in the same Hot Topic as this loser?" he said pointing back at Lock. He looked at his brother. "You didn't know she was down here, did you?" He hoped the answer was no or else he was getting another Halloween blow to the head. It was one thing to all be reunited but if those two had been hiding somewhere, there was gonna be true hell to pay. No more Mr. Nice Ghoul. 512 | Outfit | Boogie's Boys thanks melissa
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beth rhiannon price
 Posted: Nov 24 2014, 10:26 PM
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'cause we like having funAT OTHER PEOPLE'S EXPENSE AND CUTTING PEOPLE DOWN IS JUST A MINOR OFFENSE AND IT'S NONE OF YOUR CONCERN I GUESS I'LL NEVER LEARN I'M SICK OF BEING TOLD TO WAIT MY TURN I DON'T WANNA WASTE MY TIME BECOME ANOTHER CASUALTY OF SOCIETY I'M NEVER GONNA FALL IN LINE BECOME ANOTHER VICTIM OF YOUR CONFORMITYIt was true; to some extent Lock did look like he'd been hiding out in a Hot Topic somewhere. Beth couldn't really say the sight surprised her all that much. It was Barrel that defied any expectations she'd ever stored up, in all honesty, looking more put together and less stupid than she'd ever given him credit for. Maybe he wasn't such a dumb little creep after all. Then again, they were her brothers, so they would always be dumb little creeps to her no matter what they did. But they were her creeps, or at least, she hoped they still were. At least the greeting wasn't too hostile, all things considered, especially them being them. She shrugged, taking another satisfying crunch out of her apple, as she kept on walking and listening. Maybe it was better if she took charge of this, as long as it involved her. She certainly owed them the conversation. "No, he didn't," she answered matter-of-factly before it could get away from her. "Where the fuck have you been? What kind of fucking holes did you manage to crawl into where I couldn't find you, shitheads?" Outwardly maybe it seemed somewhat harsh to be so insulting, but whatever. As if they wouldn't use that kind of phrasing right back at her.Well, now came the fun part. She rolled her shoulders, a nervous habit she'd developed, as she stood in front of them. How was this kind of thing supposed to go? She'd never done anything like this before. Some people out there would have been surprised she even knew the word apology existed. She knew, but how to actually give one was a whole other story. "So..." Well, she wasn't sorry. She rubbed the back of her neck with her free hand as she tried to figure this out quickly. They knew exactly how it was back then. They were just as scared to question Oogie as she was. If told her no, they couldn't come with her, then that was that. If they didn't accept that, then that was their own fucking problem, and they should have known all of that anyway. She didn't owe them that. If she did, then they were dumber than she remembered. "I did try to get back home," she said, softening, almost smiling a little. As brash as she was, particularly with them, it really was good to see them and know they were there. They were doing okay for themselves. She hadn't lost them for good or forever. Bless Halloween. "More than once. It just never worked." This felt uncomfortable. She wasn't made for this sort of shit. Her own silence, out of completely not knowing what else to say, put an awkward strain on everything more than there already was."So are you gonna hit me and tell me you never wanna see me again, or are we alright?" she asked, looking between the two of them. That was one way to get to the point. Hitting a girl may not have been acceptable in this world, but as if she cared. They strangled each other back home interchangeably. The way she saw it, that didn't change just because they were in some other dimension.WORDS: 540 / [OUTFIT]
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A new wave of excitement rushed through his veins, much like the rush of heroin to an addict would feel, as Barrel acknowledged him. Without a bottle to the head, either! His wicked grin only grew more wicked, more pointed teeth peeking through as he leaned over to the side on one leg, his hands finding themselves in his pockets as his shoulders shrugged. "Fuck do you care if I did or not? Did my outfit hurting your fuckin' feelings?" He gave a mocked pout to his brother before righting himself on his feet and pulling a hand out to playfully yet not-so-playfully slug him on the shoulder. "Too fucking bad."

It was one thing to be himself on Halloween, but to run into his brother again? That was something else all entirely. "If I forgot then I wouldn't be that great of a sibling, now would I?" Grinning again, he gave the green-haired male a nod before he paused- the shriek of a female voice bringing back a new found rush of feelings. "Da fu-" Half turning in his spot to look in the direction the voice came from, he jaw dropped as what little color was in his face drained to the ground.

Shock.

There was no doubting it as the smug little bitch casually made her way over to the two of them, caramel apple in tow. Narrowing his eyes, he felt his hands balling into fist as the familiar pull of his aura whipped about him. Teeth grinding together, he exhaled sharply through his nose as he tried, really tried, to resist the urge to sock her right in that smug little face of hers.

Thankful for Barrel taking the lead, he took the time to calm his anger before the three of them were literally at each other's throats. Eyes snapping up in disbelief at his brother, a sneer crossed his features at the obscene gesture. "Oh yeah. Totally been fucking running around with Miss Fucking Disappearing Act without you." Barely turning his head, he spat on the ground at the mention of her, his eyes staying locked on the 'sister' before the two of them.

His hands ached from the tight fists he held as she opened her mouth, feeling the need to praise them for being gone for so long. Without giving Barrel a chance to answer, Lock stepped up to the plate to deliver a solid home run.

"I don't know what the fuck you're talking about, Shock. Neither of us Shitheads have been hiding all that fucking well. Maybe someone just wasn't putting that much effort into, oh. I don't know. Looking for us." Adding emphasis to his final words, he inhaled deeply before exhaling slowly, half turning his body so he didn't have to look at her. He knew, deep down, that if he continued to converse with her, he was going to haul off and hit her, and with the ball of rage that was growing in his stomach, he probably wasn't going to stop after one go around.

Turning his head further from her as she felt the need to explain herself, he could feel his insides twisting like snakes. If she was trying to apologize, he really was going to hit her. He silently swore to himself that if the words "I'm sorry," left her lips, he would not hesitate to nail her square in that jagged teeth mouth of hers. I did try to get back home.

The sentence made him snap his head in her general direction, his hair whipping out behind him as his face twisted into something sinister. More than once? No. Digging his nails into his hands, something almost human resounded in his head. He remembered all the times he tried to make it back, even with their shortcuts and hideaways- it was still a bitch to get anywhere, most of them either cut off or overran with Darkness. He couldn't be mad at her for that. If that was the case, he'd have to be mad at himself and Barrel.

Before letting her finish her sentence, he took the few short steps towards her and drew his arm back. Quickly exhaling through his nose he felt her cheek come in contact with his fist, nothing like he wanted to hit her- but enough to remind her of how they use to be, and to hopefully get it through to her how pissed he was at her. "Not yet." His words were cold as he drew back again, and as he came down, his ignored her face and instead swiped the caramel apple from her hands. Taking a large bite from it, he took a couple steps backwards, free hand coming to rest in his pocket as he noisy chewed on the sweet treat. "I'm fine now," he finished with a shrug through a mouthful of apple.

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 Posted: Dec 29 2014, 08:31 PM
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hellraisin’ cuz we don’t need savin’It was strange to think he was growing up some, paying attention to other people’s feelings, especially when he looked so much like his bratty kid self. Lock appreciated that he had just said ‘hi’ in his way and didn’t punch him or nothing, Baines could tell. He’d never really been the one out of the three to strike first but he’d been so angry back then, it seemed like the right thing, the only thing to do at the time. “You’d think you’d steal some better shit to wear is all I’m saying. Got no fuckin’ style,” he said, matching his idiot brother’s grin with one of his own. He didn’t flinch at the play punch, just smiled some more. It was nice, seeing family. This was the only family he was going to get and that, coupled with them looking like nothing had changed at all in the past two years or so, it made him happy. It was just another Halloween night for them. “You never were that great of sibling,” he said with his wheezy laugh. And now, turning along with him, was definitely the least great sibling the two boys had. Shock. Shock in all of her witchy glory, back from the dead. Halloween worked those kinds of miracles, if you could really call this kind of thing a miracle. He still felt the burn of anger in his gut and turning toward Lock, he could see that same anger spreading through his brother’s body, tensed up and poised to strike. He had let a quip fly to cool himself off but if his brother started swinging, he might not be able to hold himself back like he thought he could. Maybe he wasn’t as mature as he thought he was. But that little quip was enough to keep Lock on a short leash. “How the fuck was I supposed to know? You left before I did. Both of you did,” he said, making sure the two of them got the full brunt of his death glare. He didn’t know where Lock got it in his head to take up the chip Barrel had had on his shoulder for being left behind. Lock and Shock were both just as guilty for ditching him. “I don’t know why the fuck you’re drama queening about it,” he said to Lock, ”the only one who saw how bad it got was me. Not you.” Just when he thought he could feel something akin to love for his brother, he decided to go and act like a royal douchebag. And there the douchebag was, running his mouth to sister dearest. It was true though, it wasn’t like they were hiding. New York wasn’t as big as people thought and Barrel had never left the Complex. If she’d really cared, she would’ve found them. He doubted she even looked and she was full of shit if she was trying to say she did. That much Lock had right. “Of course it didn’t work, that shit don’t take a genius,” he muttered to himself. He forgot the thing he hated most about the three of them together and that was being ignored. Once again, he was the silent one in the midst of Shock and Lock’s massive egos duking it out for the throne. The only difference was that two years alone made him realize he didn’t actually need them to be okay. He had dreamed about a reunion and now that he had it, it was a fucking shitshow. Be careful what you wish for, huh. If they kept on like this, he’d burn the fucking bridge and never look back. Fine, they were both alive. That was all he needed to know. Have a nice life, see ya later, don’t let the door hit you on the ass on the way out. Be alive somewhere else, far away from me. And now Lock had went ahead and punched her, right in the smug face, swiping her candy apple just to top it all off. He watched her sway on her feet, stumbling a little but not hitting the ground. She could still take it like a champ, he had to give her that. But that acidic wave of anger he’d been feeling bubbled up, not in blows but in verbal vitriol. “You know what the best part of this is? Neither of you have anything to be mad about! I’m the one who should be throwing punches. You two saw the darkness on the safe side of things, with a portal to scurry back through. I barely made it out of Halloweentown with the Big Bads the way they were. And you can say you gave a shit all you want but the fuckin’ fact of the matter is you two left and I was there by myself. So go ahead, come to fucking blows and say whatever but I saw the worst of it and survived, no thanks to you. Just like the old days, it’s all about Lock and Shock, Lock and Shock, and who even gives a fuck about Barrel." He shrugged heavily. "But fuck it, I don’t need either of you. There. I said it.” Maybe that would hurt more than any punch he could throw and in his little black heart, he hoped it did. They needed to hear it.896 | Outfit | lmao angstthanks melissa
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