#1 - Ding dong, the witch is awake!

[favoritechild]

Characters: The Once-ler (AU) and YOU
Setting: Cafeteria; October 13th
Format: Either
Summary: Oncie is not pleased about being in a weird creepy tower... Or being forced to dress up as a witch. Candy makes it almost okay, though.
Warnings: None currently/foreseeable.

Oncie was... Annoyed was an understatement. So was scared; it was also something she wouldn't admit to that easily. So incredibly frustrated would have to do as a label of her feelings for now. The witch costume she'd woken up in wasn't helping at all. At least it was pink.

The fifteen year old girl had made her way down to the cafeteria with... Difficulty, yes, but she'd made it, and picked up some candy on the way. There was a truly upsetting lack of marshmallows around. Still, the sweet-collecting helped ease her mind a bit, even if she'd not been trick-or-treating in about three years. She was looking around for more sugary treasures as she entered the cafeteria; not really paying attention to who else might be in there.

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[vortexing]

Cindy's none too pleased either. She hadn't exactly expected to wake-up to linoleum-floored, disinfectant-smelling room with too much white and enough creepiness that it actually sent Cindy back under the covers briefly. She'd much prefer having woken in her happy, pink-decorated bedroom, in her home, where she actually knew what was happening.

So she isn't happy.

So if she woke up really unhappy, imagine how she felt when she pulled the covers away and discovered that she'd been outfitted to look like every teenage boy's fantasy. The frilly apron really cinched the moment. Angry, she'd thrown open her door and bolted from the room, assaulting whoever she passed with questions, and, finding little answers to her inquiries (except candy - and she pocketed that) she tiredly entered the cafeteria and plopped down in a chair, putting her head flat on the table, letting out a frustrated sound.

And that is how Oncie will find Cindy. Frustrated, tired, and too annoyed to be directly pleasant.

[favoritechild]

Oncie looked over at the noise. Well... This girl seemed safe, yeah? And definitely making a "statement" - so to speak, of course - she could identify with. So the girl headed over and placed a hand on the table.

"Couldn't have put it better myself."

[vortexing]

Cindy picks up her head from the table when she hears the girl's approaching footsteps. Her brows narrow on instinct and she makes a face like she had eaten something unpleasant.

"You stuck here as well?" She then appraised the witch costume. "In a costume?"