The thing about rabbit holes, is that they strike when you least expect them to. In this particular instance, it's Halloween - or at least it is when they land. Bela suddenly finds herself dressed like Audrey Hepburn, cigarette holder and all, and they're standing on an empty suburban street. She isn't entirely sure what to expect from this particular trip out of Chicago, but she isn't sure she wants to stick around to find out either.
She glances around, trying to see if she can spot anything, before turning back to John with what should have been a frown. It turns into sputtering and laughter.
Whatever his costume is, it apparently amuses the crap out if her, so at least that's something.
Your guardian has been forced into the costume of the captain himself. The eyeliner, the wig, the red bandana with numerous objects lodged in the dreadlocks -- he is wearing all of it. He almost sways to the side as the heaviness of some of the objects take him aback when he finds he's wearing them all of a sudden.
John looks down at himself and groans, before he turns over to Bela with a glare.
It takes her a minute to sober, but she eventually does pull herself together, composing herself as any proper Audrey Hepburn lookalike should. "Now, now, don't pout."
Bela, he's glaring not pouting. Don't tease the angry pirate.
Of course she would have a timeless, elegant costume while he's stuck as some dirty pirate with ungodly locks.
John is still trying to push them out of his face, and they're heavy. "I don't pout," he says, his voice barely lower than a mutter. He ... is sort of pouting a little bit, but it's important to stress here that there's a lot of glaring, too. And he will vehemently deny he is doing the former for the sake of the latter. Thank you and good day.
"Oh, now you're a fan of Depp and his pirate costume."
John totally pouts. But she at least has the manners not to call him on it. Instead she takes a step closer, looping her arm in his. "I can be a fan of the costume, without being a fan on him. Besides, who's to say it doesn't look better on you?"
"I'm wearing beaded braids," John reminds her flatly. There's no way in hell anyone looks good in this. He sighs reluctantly once her arm loops around his, and he begins to lead her down what looks to be a yellow brick road, even if this certainly isn't Oz. Almost immediately, pumpkin-shaped candy bowls will materialize in their hands.
"Looks like this place wants us to go trick or treating," John says.
And he's really wary of the tricks the place might have up its sleeve.
Yeah, Bela wouldn't trust the candy here as far as she can throw it. And she's also going to refrain from commenting on those beaded braids, at least for right now. She just studies the pumpkin in her hand for a moment, before glancing around at the houses.
John keeps close to her, because Bela is both his friend and his ward. It makes him doubly protective of her, much as he knows she can take care of herself. They're instincts he cannot always control, and they kick in at times like these. It all looks seemingly innocent, but he's never trusted rifts.
He's right not to trust them, because Bela doesn't either. And at this point in their relationship, as much as it would probably aggravate her with anyone else, she doesn't mind John stepping in to protect her. She knows that it's not necessarily something he can control, and at least when he does it, it makes her feel safe - not like there is going to be a catch when she's not looking.
She glances around as they walk, trying to take in everything she can. "This strike you as a little too quiet?"
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She glances around, trying to see if she can spot anything, before turning back to John with what should have been a frown. It turns into sputtering and laughter.
Whatever his costume is, it apparently amuses the crap out if her, so at least that's something.
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Your guardian has been forced into the costume of the captain himself. The eyeliner, the wig, the red bandana with numerous objects lodged in the dreadlocks -- he is wearing all of it. He almost sways to the side as the heaviness of some of the objects take him aback when he finds he's wearing them all of a sudden.
John looks down at himself and groans, before he turns over to Bela with a glare.
"You done now?"
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Bela, he's glaring not pouting. Don't tease the angry pirate.
"You look rather ... charming."
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John is still trying to push them out of his face, and they're heavy. "I don't pout," he says, his voice barely lower than a mutter. He ... is sort of pouting a little bit, but it's important to stress here that there's a lot of glaring, too. And he will vehemently deny he is doing the former for the sake of the latter. Thank you and good day.
"Oh, now you're a fan of Depp and his pirate costume."
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"Looks like this place wants us to go trick or treating," John says.
And he's really wary of the tricks the place might have up its sleeve.
... And its treats, for that matter.
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"Play along for now?"
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John keeps close to her, because Bela is both his friend and his ward. It makes him doubly protective of her, much as he knows she can take care of herself. They're instincts he cannot always control, and they kick in at times like these. It all looks seemingly innocent, but he's never trusted rifts.
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She glances around as they walk, trying to take in everything she can. "This strike you as a little too quiet?"