From Transexual, Transyvania (Kam)

[Orion & Naomi Stewart]

The Stewarts had signed themselves up for the matchmaking service—and they seemed to be one of the few who had. The sad thing was it was the only real way for them to get a date, and like hell were they showing up by themselves.

Well, you know. In theory by themselves. In reality it wasn’t so simple. They were getting to be a little more synced. They were less and less comfortable with being on their own. They’d begun saying things more and more in unison. Part of it was probably Mike’s influence. He’d encouraged them, as a trainer and foster parent, to spend more time with each other. To figure things out, and to stop viewing it as such a negative. They weren’t there yet, but they were getting there.

That said, costumes….were tricky. Orion didn’t want to do a pair. They thought that would be awkward. Naomi lobbied for something from Twelfth Night, but that was determined to be too…vague. No one would get that. So they were back to the drawing board.

It was Rocky Horror that determined that. While Naomi initially suggested dressing as Doctor Frankenfurter, Orion had a better idea—what about the actual Transylvanians? Their dress was gender-neutral, colorful, and pretty cool. The best part was they—had the outfit in their wardrobe. Okay, Orion had the suits and Naomi the colorful shirts, but still. They arrived to pick up their date with the full expectation no one would know who they were . Out of silent consent, Orion was doing the talking tonight

”Hey,” he said as the Kam arrived, offering a flower and a smile. ”Ready to go?” Naomi rolled her eyes, but said nothing.

[Kamillia Engel]

Kamillia sighed as she looked at herself in the mirror of the bathroom in her gramp’s house. She just had to set herself up for that stupid matchmaking thing. She didn’t want to go, she had been having a hard enough time trying to get over a certain guy, and the fact that no one seemed to like her the way she wanted them to. It was a little frustrating, and so self dooming, she started to think she wasn’t pretty enough, or outgoing enough, or not girly enough. Everyone liked the girly, sexy, popular chicks. But she didn’t want to be someone she wasn’t, she liked being the skateboarding, rebel she was, but no one else seemed to like it.. A tear rolled down her cheek, she shook her head the wiped her eyes before finishing her makeup. So the point was, why go through with this? Why go on a date with someone, two someones apparently, she was going with twins, who were just going to not care about her in the end. She’ll dance, she’ll drink some punch, maybe have a small conversation, but other than that it probably wouldn’t mean anything to the other party.


She grabbed her jacket, bag, and skateboard, said good night to her gramps, and left the house dressed as a ninja in combat boots. Not the greatest pair of shoes to wear, but they were the most comfortable. It took her awhile to get to the dance on a skateboard but she got there! Something that she should have been excited about, she was only dreading… She didn’t want to be here, she didn’t want to deal with people either, and here she was going to have to dance with two people! And talk to two people, this was not what she signed up for. Okay it kind of was with Hammel… Signing up for this dance was not a good idea. She wished she could just skip it and go get drunk, but she couldn’t stand the twins up, she would be crushed if someone did that to her.

After doing a little digging about the twins, it turned out she actually did know them, and what they looked like, they had a class or something together. Nothing really big and nothing she would have noticed. She doesn’t pay attention to the people in her classes, at least not that much to remember them unless she had to. Upon seeing them she had to smile at their costumes, they are very nice. She gave them a little nod in acknowledgement. She smiled at the flower, what a nice gesture, even if a little cliché, it was still really nice. “Oh, thank you.” She said as she took the flower. She nodded again, “Yeah, I’m ready as I will ever be.” She had to stop herself from rolling her eyes because she really wanted to be here. She took off her jacket as they made their way into the auditorium; she placed her stuff where everyone else seemed to have placed theirs.

(occ: Costume)