[ It has never occurred to Julie that she also should behave differently just because she's wearing a costume. It's a party, not a play -- and if she has a role, then it's really hostess, not spider queen.
There are a few things about Julie that might be picked up on by those who don't yet know her. The first is that her hair is not a wig, not part of the costume. It is actually that pink, from root to tip. The second is that she is, somehow, slightly more saturated than everyone else. As if she was selected and all the colors of her appearance turned up one extra notch. She simply stands out, not by virtue of her costume, but as a whole. The third thing is that she does not speak above the music -- she doesn't have to. Her voice is always at perfect conversation level, hits the ear clear and without the difficulty usually found in places with a loud ambient volume.
As she makes her way through the crowd, the larger spiders perch on her shoulders and chest, while the tiny ones scuttle over her cheeks like living freckles. They appear to be streaming out of her mouth, nostrils and the corners of her blacked-out eyes. When she leans into kiss people, the long legs that stretch out over her lips, eternally waiting to climb out, retreat back inside to allow the motion.
All of the pieces of her costume seem to move as if on autopilot. Everything in the building does, up to and including all of the people -- and while this is actually a massive mental undertaking, to control this many moving parts at once, none of that strain shows on her face or in the interactions of objects and partiers and scenery. It's as smooth as if it were all real. ]
Hi, welcome! Happy Halloween! [ She has a thick, sticky-sweet Southern accent, one that has persisted with her despite over a year in Abraxas. She reaches out to take Jo's hand with a grace that should not be possible given the claws she currently bears. ] Jo, right? Hi, I'm Julie! Nadine told me she helped you with your costume, which is fuckin' nuts 'cause she don't even pick her own costume. But I'm glad you're here!
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There are a few things about Julie that might be picked up on by those who don't yet know her. The first is that her hair is not a wig, not part of the costume. It is actually that pink, from root to tip. The second is that she is, somehow, slightly more saturated than everyone else. As if she was selected and all the colors of her appearance turned up one extra notch. She simply stands out, not by virtue of her costume, but as a whole. The third thing is that she does not speak above the music -- she doesn't have to. Her voice is always at perfect conversation level, hits the ear clear and without the difficulty usually found in places with a loud ambient volume.
As she makes her way through the crowd, the larger spiders perch on her shoulders and chest, while the tiny ones scuttle over her cheeks like living freckles. They appear to be streaming out of her mouth, nostrils and the corners of her blacked-out eyes. When she leans into kiss people, the long legs that stretch out over her lips, eternally waiting to climb out, retreat back inside to allow the motion.
All of the pieces of her costume seem to move as if on autopilot. Everything in the building does, up to and including all of the people -- and while this is actually a massive mental undertaking, to control this many moving parts at once, none of that strain shows on her face or in the interactions of objects and partiers and scenery. It's as smooth as if it were all real. ]
Hi, welcome! Happy Halloween! [ She has a thick, sticky-sweet Southern accent, one that has persisted with her despite over a year in Abraxas. She reaches out to take Jo's hand with a grace that should not be possible given the claws she currently bears. ] Jo, right? Hi, I'm Julie! Nadine told me she helped you with your costume, which is fuckin' nuts 'cause she don't even pick her own costume. But I'm glad you're here!
[ And she really does sound genuine. ]