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Post by Chloe on Aug 1, 2011 23:28:29 GMT -5
Luka was walking around in her apartment. She was bored, she had nothing to do. All of the sudden her phone started ringing, it was a text. It was about a Vocaloid Panel... And they asked Luka to come. Luka smiled, she would go in cosplay! She quickly snuck into Meiko's apartment and straight to her closet. Luka grabbed Meiko's casual Vocaloid outfit. Luka snuck out before Meiko woke up from her hangover. The Pinkette tied up her hair(which was an enormous challenge) and put the brown wig on. She left her apartment and grabbed a taxi to the event.
She walked in to see Len, Miku, and herself being cosplayed! She looked at them and smiled, they all looked familiar. Luka sat down next to the Miku and Len. "Great cosplay! Did y'all make them yourselfs?" Luka asked.
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Post by ai-shi-te on Aug 8, 2011 0:16:14 GMT -5
"Ah, sou." Sanae smiled at Yuuma before the other two showed up. Unsure of what to do, she smiled at them and looked down again. They must be Yuuma's friends.(Sorry.....I'm back. orz....been a while, ne? But I....was busy.....)
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Post by dzetsu on Aug 8, 2011 12:44:15 GMT -5
(No idea what I wanted to do, so I just incessently described Nodoka's attempts at cosplaying. I'm just going off what I know about conventions from my experience at Anime Evolution.)
Nodoka was a crazy, raving otaku. Okay, not crazy, but she did spend much quality time in her small apartment with her otome games and whatnot. Hearing about the anime convention (the day before, from her good friend Sanae), Nodoka took a last second day off and rushed to get everything she needed, even waking up several hours earlier.
The first thing Nodoka did was try to comb her hair. It was exceedingly difficult, as it was littered with frayed hairs and knots. So the second thing Nodoka did was take a shower and load on the conditioner. A good forty-five minutes of struggling, and Nodoka had finally tamed her hair.
Toweling her wet hair, Nodoka gazed in the mirror. Maybe she should put some make-up on that homely face. Of course she should. Another hour of struggle was spent applying foundation getting those stupid fake eyelashes and mascara on. And then because her hair was still wet, some water smudged the mascara and she had to re-do it.
Before any more problems occured, Nodoka quickly grabbed a seldom-used hairdryer and blew her black scraggles dry. Thankfully, her comb ACTUALLY sailed through without the normal catching and pulling. Nodoka loved the after-shower feeling.
Unsure if she should apply more, Nodoka slathered a bit of blush on her cheeks just to be safe before drawing three short lines under her left eye. If she was going to cosplay, she should cover up that ugly mug a bit.
Satisfied that she looked adequately satisfactory, Nodoka pulled a flowy black dress over her torso. She tightened the halter around her neck carefully to be sure to conceal her lack of breasts. Nodoka stood and spun around. Hm, not bad.
Then the clock caught Nodoka's eyes. It was almost eleven. Nodoka had spent about three hours getting this little bit done. The young, black-haired girl swore. She was such a failure at getting things done in life.
Nodoka quickly pulled a blue and black striped glove on her right arm and nearly tripped and impaled her forehead on the corner of her counter while she tugged her teal leggings on. The legging were a bit too small; you probably would have to be a twig to get those stupid things on! It was a moment of relief and triumph when Nodoka finally pulled it over her butt.
Carefully, a small black top hat was placed on Nodoka's head, leaning dangerously over to the left. It was kept in this position with a black elastic that went under Nodoka's chin. Nodoka glanced at her bathroom mirror. Mio, clad in her Don't Say Lazy! (and wearing the wrong type of bangs) smiled back at her. Nice.
Nodoka stepped out of the bathroom, feeling quite satisfied. Her stomach growled, and there was a dull pain in her lower stomach area. Nodoka clasped her hands on her belly. She had to pee.
Nodoka jumped into her toilet slippers. They were neatly arranged outside of the washroom and were to prevent getting germs and traces of feces on the house slippers. It was another painful seven minutes, getting those tights down and up again, using the toilet, and washing her hands.
In order to appease her hunger, Nodoka scarfed a bowl of instant ramen down. It was extremely salty, and nowhere near as good as the ramen from the restaurant she frequented at lunch breaks. It was good enough, though.
At about 12:45, Nodoka realized she had forgotten to take her bathroom slippers off. She made a face and made a mental note to wash the main room's floor later on. The young woman rushed back to put the slippers in their rightful place.
Nodoka ran back to the entrance room and slipped into some black high-heels. Finally, her outfit was complete! No, wait, she forgot the most important thing. Nodoka sighed and turned to run to her bedroom, but her big toe smashed against the threshold.
The doctor dragged herself a few yards into the room and made a grab for the decorative bass. She had no idea how to play, and held no intentions on learning, so it simply was a plastic one with a design identical to Mio's from K-on. The instrument toppled and the neck collided with Nodoka's skull.
Rubbing her abused scalp, Nodoka pulled herself off of the floor and picked up the bass. She bought the cheap thing from a no-name cosplay store, and the rest of her outfit was hand-made by one of her good friends. (Nodoka herself couldn't sew for the life of her.)
Nodoka stumbled once again, back to the entrance room and put her high-heels back on. FINALLY she could head out and have fun! Nodoka took one step and found herself lying facedown on the floor. She couldn't walk. The heels were only about an inch and a half, but Nodoka was clumsy enough as is.
Nodoka sighed and pried her shoes off. Looks like she would have to scrap the idea. Some black sneaker would be good enough. Comfortable, easy to walk with, and close enough. At last Nodoka was on her way!
Unfortunately, she missed her first bus, and had to catch another one twenty minutes later. By the time Nodoka arrived at the site, it was almost two.
She paid for her admission (it would have been cheaper to pay ahead of time, but she had a last-second notice) and grabbed pulled a pamphlet out of the plastic baggie the volunteers handed her before pulling her nametag around her neck.
She had missed practically everything interesting, from the voice-acting contest to the best cosplay contest. Except... A VOCALOID panel? That ought to be interesting, especially since Nodoka herself was a fan-made one.
Nodoka hated being called fan-made. It made her feel... so unofficial and fake. But terms were terms. Nodoka ran to the building that contained so-called panel, hoping she wouldn't arrive too late!
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Post by fag on Aug 9, 2011 4:15:58 GMT -5
Yuma was looking ahead, not really noticing those who had sat near him. He heard a familiar voice just then. Oh crap. Was that... Luka? He quickly looked down at his 'costume' then over to her. She wasn't over there. He squinted, looking again. Was she wearing Meiko cosplay? It looked pretty authentic. It'd be a good laugh if she ended up doing the same thing he did.
He really did not want Luka to know it was him. He instead gave her a quick nod, rather then speaking. The Len didn't seem to be the actual him, so that was fine.
[wew!! sh0rt p0sttt]
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Post by sparkles on Mar 16, 2012 17:36:02 GMT -5
Ebony had been stressing about it since the first time someone had even mentioned it. Cosplay. Her creator had mentioned to her a while ago, something about some sort of panel. She'd made it sound ridiculously, uber important too. Ebony had been somewhat interested but she wasn't all that keen on going; she'd been glad that her creator wasn't forcing her since she was going anyways.
Unfortunately, on the morning of the panel (thingy i have no idea what all this is) Ebony was called into her room and found her creator lying deep under the covers, in bed.
"Ebony..."
Ebony felt the blood drain from her face and her entire being filled with dread. She knew what was coming.
"I... I think I'm sick Ebony... I won't be able to go..."
Ebony slowly began to shuffle backwards.
"Please Ebony... go in my place... and take this..." She seemed to pull a camera out of nowhere and tossed it into poor Ebony's hands.
Ebony turned to rush from the room but a her creator stopped her. "Wait, Ebony!"
Ebony turned around slowly. "What...?" 'What more do you want from me?'
"Go and check out what's on your bed."
Ebony nodded and bolted from the room before her creator could ask anything more from her. She went to check out what was on her bed and found an outfit that she recognized. It was a Rin costume.
It fit perfectly.
'I am going to smother that girl in her sleep.'
So here Ebony was now: standing in a crowded room which was still filing in with people and pew seats left to spare and her only companions- a cup cake, a bag of skittles and her moustache bobby-pin that her creator reluctantly le her keep in her hair because she couldn't exactly do anything because she was "sick".
Ebony hurried to find a seat and ended up sitting on a seat one from the end and next to a girl covered in frills who seemed preoccupied with the luka cosplayer next to her.
She sat awkwardly and took to eating her cupcake as she set up the camera.
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Post by ai-shi-te on Mar 16, 2012 22:15:30 GMT -5
(Woah...I totally forgot this existed.......).....(wait......thinking and reading.....)...........
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