Hocus Pocus

[Annabel Caldwell]

Time: 3:30 p.m.
Date: Tuesday October 31, 1978
Place: The Bronx
Status:Open to any!

OOC: If there is a problem with this being in "The Forthcoming," feel free to edit and move Chelle-fish!

The leaves from neighboring house's trees were being swept around by the wind. They fluttered and swayed like a woman's skirt as she danced across a ballroom. Annabel, with her satchel slung over her back and a paper bag in each arm, smiled as several children ran by, their voices chiming happily. They were not yet in costume, but as the witching hour approached many costumed kids would soon cover Annabel's neighborhood.

While she was religious, Annabel did not see Halloween as a wicked holiday. Her father and mother did, and she had childhood memories of watching Trick-or-Treaters scatter in their neighborhood from the upstairs window. Once she was out of the house, Annabel relished the opportunity to finally participate in the holiday.

She set her paper bags down on her porch while she opened the door to her home. She scooted the bags inside before following them. She pulled off her princess coat and scarf and hung them on the rack next to the door. Danny came out and greeted her with a rub between the legs and a meow. "I'll feed you in a second, Danny, just hold on." She picked the paper bags up and headed to the kitchen.

The first paper bag was filled with Tootsie-Pops, toothbrushes, and apples. There was a batch of individually wrapped homemade caramels that Annabel planned to hand out as well. In the other bag was two pumpkins, one slightly squatter than the other. She spread old editions of the Mirror on the table like a tablecloth. Annabel then set the pumpkins on the table, along with a some knives of various lengths and sizes, and the large bowl she used for shelling peas. She clapped her hands together and went to the pantry for Danny's food. When Edward showed up, things were certainly going to be fun.

[Edward Reed]

OOC: Works for me! ^_^

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Leaning against the wall, Edward stood on tiptoe to leer into the closed window of the spare bedroom and took note of the dark room, alit by the line of light underneath the closed door. The hobo rested his hands on the edge of the window and gave a tentative push, noting they were locked properly but with a strong grip, could easily be broken. Contemplating it, he decided he would simply show his partner her error and then break it to prove his point. Hiking the wooden sign over his shoulder, he made his way around the house, studying for more weak spots and bypassed the front door for the garage to a small window he had purposefully left open with a small stick the last time he was here. The man shimmed through it like a crazy monkey, careful of any sound and made his way around the behemoth known as Bertha. He left behind his sign, disliking it but knew it wouldn’t fit through the window.

Edward entered the back door of the garage and stepped into the kitchen and the man paused to raise a dirty eyebrow. What exactly was his partner making to eat? He eyed the pumpkins disdainfully but the sight of a bag of candy peeking mischievously from a paper one drew him away form the ugly vegetable and he made his way to the table, poking through the bags at the over abundance of candy. Edward reached into one bag and pulled out a single wrapped caramel candy that had been packaged loosely unlike the store bought ones and worked at unwrapping it for himself.

[Annabel Caldwell]

The dry cat food clattered into the the bowl that had "Danny" scrawled on the outside. It covered up the bottom that read, "More, purrrrr-lease!" It was one of a set that Annabel had made in a ceramics class at the learning annex. Danny nudges past the opening of the bag and delved in before Annabel was done pouring. She chuckled softly; he always did that. Her fingers stroked the soft hair behind his ears and turned to replace the bag, only to be greeted by the sight of her partner, his fingers working on a wax-paper wrapped caramel.

"Edward! I thought you'd be along soon. Happy Halloween!" She smiled widely and walked past him to replace the cat food. "Don't eat too many of those; they're for the trick-or-treaters." Annabel went to the same cabinet she had pulled the stainless steel bowl from and this time pulled out a large ceramic bowl, also made in the aforementioned ceramics class. The bottom of the bowl had a turkey painted in it, and the rim was lined with candy corn. It could double as a Halloween and Thanksgiving dish! She placed it on the counter and grabbed one of the bags of Tootsie-Pops and emptied it into the bowl, followed by toothbrushes, and then the caramels. She mixed the candy to give it a nice mingled look and set it back down. Turning to her partner, Annabel smiled once more.

"I bought pumpkins for carving." Danny, satisfied with the ingestion of cat-food, leaped up onto the counter next to his master and rubbed against her arms. Annabel's fingers mechanically began working at the fur behind his ears once more. "We;ll do it before the trick-or-treaters arrive and the sun sets."