(un)dead tired

Who: Nic and open
Where: hallways of MSHS
When: Between first and second period

Nic was officially about as proud as she could get over her costume. She'd been getting glares and surprised looks from people since she'd shown up that morning, and it was almost good enough to make her forget just how tired she was. Staying up all night hadn't made her feel any better than sleeping and dealing with her dreams did, though at least she wasn't so shook up and irritable this morning. Of course, she'd get that way if any of the offended looks Nic had seen teachers giving her panned out.

Really, what was the big deal? So she was smeared with fake blood, so what? That didn't really give the murmur she'd heard any credence. Did anyone seriously think she was supposed to be an animal attack survivor? If Nic was going to be that tasteless, she would've bought a blonde wig and called her costume 'An Ode to Chrissy Chapman'. Really, the zombie getup looked good, but that was the result of having all night to play with it. She'd touched up the bite mark on her neck, dotting and edging it with trails of fake blood, then powdered herself up a corpse-white shade. Nic had painstakingly painted one cheek to make it look like flesh had been torn away, detailing faux-teeth beneath it, and she'd even put on bits of latex at one side of her forehead in a facsimile of a scalp injury. Her other cheek bore three streaks of red that might've been the struggles of a victim, though they were more a reference to the painting Caleb had done. It was an obvious zombie outfit, and she didn't see how people could take it otherwise.

If she'd somehow added fake entrails, would that have been any better? Nic doubted it, and she'd just have to blearily smirk her way through the day, regardless of what anyone else thought. And in her own mind, even if she had meant to be offensive with the getup, it was still better than the skeezy outfits she'd seen on some of the girls or the boring and borderline creepy shit like the clowns or movie characters. That was just lame. But at least Nic wasn't going to be around it all day. She'd decided that her irritation with others and her lack of sleep were perfectly good reasons to bail. Maybe after her next class, maybe during lunch, but Nic was going to be getting the fuck out. Heading to her locker, she growled and added a little shamble for a few girls who were gaping at her. "Nice bunny outfit, skank," Nic spat at one of them, sighing as she pushed through and saw someone else blocking her locker. "This may be a costume," she said to them, "But I will eat your fucking brains if you don't move."