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Title: night_OF <the> L I V I N G d.e.a.d
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Vianka Renolds - June 23, 2007 08:37 PM (GMT)

Vianka couldn't rember the last time she had been to the theaters. She knew it was a while , though. Because when your busywith school work you don't really have time to go see a movie. But the October Moviefest weren't just giving any movies. They were giving old horror movies. Who doesn' enjoy old horror movies?

You could always make fun of them because they had really sucky effects. Although everyonce in awhile you came across a good one. Not some copy and paste movie where everything seems so fake. Nah. Sometimes you come across a classic. Like Nosferatu. The little shop of Horrors. Night of the Living Dead. Dr. Jeckyll & Mr. Hyde.

The moviefest was offering a ton of movies. But tonight they were playing Night of the Living Dead. The original of course. There were a couple of remakes. Even lookalikes. For example. The Hills have eyes. Which in Vianka's opinion totally sucked and was pretty gross. There was no suspense just like killing.

So here she was. Vianka, that is. Heading towards the Outdoor theater. Clad out in a tutu skirt and a HIM corset.
Punk black denim customised cutoff jeans skirt. Strong black cotton hipster skirt with a deep, lace-edged cotton frill at the bottom and 2 layers of pink net underneath. Corset-type lace up front, finished with satin ribbon and lace panels on each side. Her top was a cinch-up corset with elastic sewn into top of bodice edge for a snug fit, with adjustable satin ribbons ties in back Her hair was in a let loose. It was flat ironed but some random sopts were curled. She had on pfishnets and kneehigh leather boots. She had on black eyeliner and light
pink lipgloss.

Vianka made her way over to the area where there was snacks and bought herself a small popcorn, those little crunch bar candy things, and a soda.

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corset top

Chloe Moss - June 27, 2007 01:11 AM (GMT)

Scary movies ... my favorite.

Chloe had her hands stuck at her sides and her head glued to the concrete she was walking on. Of course, not literally. She had had one of the worst days of her life, and definitely needed some wind-down time, and thought a movie might be the perfect medicine to her disastrous day.

She lifted her thin hands up to her face and inspected her newly painted fingernails. She had three perfect coats of midnight black covering the short fingernails. She ran her hands over them, trying to hold back the tears which had been hiding behind her face for the past three hours. She took a deep breath, looked up from under the cap she had placed on her head, and walked forward.

Strolling up to the ticket booth, she raised her eyes to the young man in front of her. "One please." she handed him a one dollar bill, took her ticket, and directed her vision to the bleachers. She made her way, crossed her legs, and took a deep sigh. She again started to study the deep gloss on her nails when she heard someone walk up beside her ...

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sweatshirt

Vianka Renolds - July 2, 2007 06:07 PM (GMT)

The only thing that she loved more than poetry -besides boys- was old movies. Especially watching the scary ones late at night. She had been so busy lately. For some reason all the teachers were pileing on the work. But when she heard about this she just had to come.

So here she was. Scary Movies. Who didn't like them? Even if some of them left your dreams tainted and made you paranoid. Looking in every corner to make sure no boogeyman or moster is going to jump out at you. Especially movies in which the monsters ate you. That made people more paranoid than normal. Peeking in the dark corners. They surely didn't want no ugly monstro eating them.

No matter who much they scared people still watched them. It was just the way things were. People couldn't help it. Scary movies had a certain strange appeal to them.

She finished getting her stuff and walked over to the bleachers. She noticed someone sitting down, and shrugged. It'd be a good way to get to know people so she sat down next to her, hestiantly. She glanced at the girl sitting next to her. "Hey."

Chloe Moss - July 2, 2007 11:46 PM (GMT)

Chloe forced a smile and looked to the girl beside her. "Hello." She moved her fingers to the small hold located on her knee. She fiddled around with it and then just moved her hands to her lap, twiddling her small fingers.

She removed the small black hood that had been covering her head away. "Chloe ... Chloe Moss." She held out her hand to the girl, offering some sort of greeting. She had thoughts of her guitar run through her mind. God, how she wished just to hold the wood in her hands and feel the strings against her fingers.

She mentally pushed the thought away and turned her vision back to the girl, again forcing a small grin. The girl looked slightly younger than her ... maybe a year or two. Though she did look kinda cool by her choice of outfit.

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