& sometimes I go go go crazy.

[sinfulhavoc.livejournal.com]

[So this place has him going stir-crazy from time to time, and now is one of those times. Doesn't help that he's stuck in his full-armored form as a costume. So he's gone and said "fuck it", and has gone through with what he's been meaning to do since he got the idea.

Please don't mind him sitting on what looks like a dead chocobo. Seriously, don't mind him at all. He'll just be studying one of its plucked feathers with mild interest.

ooc: I really really shouldn't have. But I couldn't resist D:]

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[zackyoucard.livejournal.com]

[takes a good look at him and... well. She laughs a bit. She hasn't seen someone like this in the dressing room before.]

Right. With all of the people in Halloween costumes, some of which bended with their personality, I was getting a little confused. ...No offense or anything.

[she's obviously not effected - yet. ]

[sinfulhavoc.livejournal.com]

None taken. Speaking of, you look rather normal. What's up with that?

[zackyoucard.livejournal.com]

I don't really feel like dressing up. [she looks at the Chocobo and wrinkles her nose. She reaches into a bag wrapped around her side and gets out a surprisingly little phoenix feather.] Stand up, if you will.

[oh. and she doesn't really understand that the dressing room does insane things yet.]

[sinfulhavoc.livejournal.com]

Neither do I. No one seems to have a choice though. I suppose it'll get you eventually.

[zackyoucard.livejournal.com]

[she looks at him skeptically as she leans down to get a good look at the Chocobo.] I do hope you're joking. [she places the phoenix feather on his head and it starts dissolving into its feathers; and while its wounds are still very much there, the chocobo's glazed-over eyes might start looking like they're... well, functioning again. It blinks.]

Ta-da.