Isaac Lahey | Teen Wolf (![]() ![]() @ 2016-10-02 00:37:00 |
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Entry tags: | !log, !open, ~2016 october, ~40 points, ~~isaac lahey (nosmallspaces), ~~maggie greene (wekeepbreathing) |
WHO: Isaac Lahey and OPEN
WHAT: Planning a haunted house
WHEN: Sunday morning
WHERE: Walmart's Halloween Aisle
WARNINGS: TBD
STATUS: Open/Ongoing
No matter what the party poopers had said, Isaac thought his haunted house sounded like a great idea. From what he could tell, the major objection to it had been that the people who came through might end up shooting the werewolves because they were scared. Seriously? Calling the thing off because trigger happy humans might screw everything up? He wasn't going to throw away his great idea because of that. They'd just make sure nobody came through the haunted house armed. That was the way to go about that.
With that solution firmly in mind, Isaac had gotten up and gone to Walmart fairly early on a Sunday morning in order to pick up a bunch of donuts. Sure, the donuts were better at Horst's, but they were also more expensive, and Horst's didn't sell Halloween costumes. And Halloween decorations. And he wanted to see if he'd be able to find the stuff that they needed for their haunted house here, or if he was going to have to dig deeper.
The costumes he passed by made him roll his eyes. Pretty much every woman's costume was trashy, as if Halloween was simply an excuse for women to wear the shortest skirts and least clothing possible. Isaac didn't object on a personal level, of course - he actually liked scantily clad women. But it made you wonder if there wasn't a woman somewhere who wanted to dress as something other than Sexy Nurse or Sexy Witch. He was pretty sure that he lived with one, actually.
He walked past the costumes, and into the decor, looking around with a big smile on his face. There was a lot of different stuff here, and he was pretty sure that with enough of the spider webbing and a good imagination he could make any place spooky. Even the house he shared with Allison and Chris. That was about the only place he could think of to hold it, and it had the advantage of being an old place that made spooky creaking noises all on its own sometimes.
Grabbing a rubber spider, he was horrified to realize that it felt really, really real (even though it wasn't) and he dropped it with a mortified grunt of surprise.
"Ughhhhh," he cried, wiping his hand on his pants.