Tuesday, December 28, 2010

Twisted Christmas: A Tale of a Bad@$$ Kallista Pendragon ;p Part 3


She must have made quite the spectacle looking as she did, running through the streets with no coat or any other winter gear on. Bruises and dried blood now covered the majority of her body. Her once proud Mohawk sagged and hung lankly around her thin white face.


Ignoring the strange looks she received from the people she came across, she instead concentrated on finding the perfect place to hide. Ducking behind a residential alley way she crept stealthily along , darting from garage to garage for cover. At the end of the street was a empty house. It’s owners had long since retired to the warmer southern regions but had kept their fancy Victorian. Kallista had always loved the house and with eager hands she pried open the back door and slipped inside. It was cool inside, the heat having been shut off for some time. But it provided the shelter she so desperately craved. Prompted by her stomach she rummaged through the cupboards for anything to eat. All she found was a box of opened crackers, raisins, and a can of prunes. Leaving the prunes alone she dug into the crackers and raisins hungrily. Carelessly she tossed the empty containers aside when she was done. Her hunger somewhat abated her thoughts turned to what remained of her clothes. Stained and torn they were useless to her now, especially as they made her an easy target. Getting up she made her way to the bedrooms where she proceeded to inspect the clothing.

“Ach! Old lady clothes!” She wrinkled her nose at the row of stuffy prim dresses that lined the closet. “there is no way in hell I’m gonna wear any of those!”

Franticly she went from room to room searching for something that would replace her tatters. In the last closet she found a row of expensive suites. Of course! She remembered now the son of the elderly couple. He was a wealthy lawyer from the West coast. Occasionally he would stop by and stay with his elderly parents. If memory served right, he was about the same build as she. While he was slim and short for a man, she was slim and tall for a girl. It was perfect.

With relish she looked at the posh suites and picked one out. Snappy and stylish it reminded her of Skulduggery Pleasant. Once she had a suite like this; one she had used for Halloween when she still had friends. Quickly brushing the memories away, she shed her rags and dressed in the nicer warmer clothing. At last her bare bruised arms were covered. Now, time to do something with her face and hair. Searching some more she came across the matching hat for the suite she wore. It fit easily on her head, the brim shading her eyes.

Sharp banging at the front door interrupted her preening in front of the mirror. Jumping from the shock she cursed under her breath remembering to late the tracks she had made in the snow when she walked up to the back door.

“Who’s in there?” The voice of an older man reached her ears. “I know someone is in there! I’ve called the police!”

“Dammit, you old fool!” She seethed under her breath. “Seriously! Don’t you old people have nothing better to do than nose in on everyone else?”

Quickly picking up the tattered remains of her clothing she stuffed it up into the chimney way and dashed back down the stairs. The old man was at the back door trying to look in past the lacy curtains. Turning her head she looked out the front window and saw that a couple police cars had pulled up.

“What am I? A police magnet?” She jerked her head back around and muttered another curse at the old man.

Full of frustrated anger she picked up a glass bowl and threw it at the door the old man was standing at. It shattered through the window of the door, startling the nosey old man. He cried out in fear and stepped back, turning away to shield his eyes from the flying glass. She took that moment and made her escape through the back door and ran past him. But even though he didn’t see her, he felt her go by and called out to the police.

“Help! Police! I’m being attacked by a thief!” He cowered and would not look up at her.

“You pathetic old man!” She turned and snarled at him from the pathway. “I wasn’t attacking you. But now I wish I did. GO BACK TO YOUR COMFORTABLE HOME AND ENJOY YOUR MISIRABLE LIFE!”

She ran on, resentment filling her as she thought of what an easy life that old man must have had and how he was so quick to cause misery to someone less fortunate.

That’s not fair.

The words filled her mind reproachfully at her last thoughts. But she refused to listen and swept them from her mind as if it where garbage. Instead she hung on to her anger and fed it, having plenty of fuel for the flames of wrath.

The sounds of more police cars approaching gave her panic. One had just turned down the alleyway. Franticly she leaped over the tall fence into another back yard. Crouching low she made her way to the next yard and did the same. Thankfully no one was home. As it was only one in the afternoon, the poor sods where probably still at their boring workplaces. How fortunate for her, she grinned to herself. Going to the front corner of a house she peered around and looked back down the street. She was amazed yet frightened of the many police cars that surrounded the Victorian home she had just been in. But seeing how the cops where still focused on the house she made her escape successfully.

In her new clothes she made her way boldly downtown, getting different looks from people this time. She smirked at their admiration. It amazed her that people could be so fooled by just what a person wore. Passing by a young mother who was busy scolding her toddler, Kallista nipped the wallet from the woman’s purse.

“A girl’s gotta eat.” She smiled cockily and flipped open the wallet.

“Who do we have here?” She murmured to herself as she studied the woman‘s I.D. “Sheila Walsh…..oh! Nice. Fifty dollars. Thank you Sheila!”

Looking around she spied a restaurant and entered slyly, enjoying the accommodating staff. After a wonderful delicious lunch, she left contentedly and headed for the bookstore where she waited for the cover of night when she would make her complete get away. She did not dare go home in the light of day for fear she of being recognized.

Once inside the cozy bookstore, a familiar friend caught her attention. Smiling softly she pulled out the Skulduggery Pleasant book and began to read. So engrossed she didn’t even notice the deepening of shadows as noon changed into evening. With a contended sigh she finished the book and snapped it shut. It took her a moment to remember where she was after being lost in the world of Skulduggery Pleasant. Briefly she considered slipping the book under her jacket but changed her mind in honor of Derek Landy. He was someone who deserved the fruits of his labors . So in the end, Kallista bought the book, courtesy of Sheila Walsh.

The streets were quieter as the crowds of people began to disperse to their homes. She walked alone under the lights of the streetlamps. A jingling sound caught her attention. There across the street stood one of the Santas whom she had tried to beat up last night. He was ringing a bell for the Salvation Army. A slow smiled spread on her face as she narrowed her eyes. Looking both ways this time she crossed the street, watchful for any random sleighs that might appear. There were none. Nor were there many people. Perfect for what she had in mind. The Santa did not look up until she was upon him. That’s when he turned and smiled his automatic charity smile hoping for some loose change.

Kallista pause there and waited for him to recognize her. He did. His eyes widened as he did a double take. His mouth opened to yell. That’s when she jabbed him in the throat with her elbow and punched him with her other fist. He went over like a rock. Deftly she caught him before he fell all the way down and held him to her as if in an embrace. Nimbly she took out his wallet then eased him around the corner, taking the bucket full of change as she did so.

“Let’s see who you are Mr. Santa!” She smirked as she opened his wallet. “Ned Barker, who only has a five dollar bill in wallet. Cheapskate!”

Tossing the wallet away she rounded the corner with the bucket in hand. Up ahead was a tiny alley way tucked in between two big buildings. She intended to go there and see how much money was in the bucket. A moment later she was knocked flat on her back as a group of masked men ran out of the building carrying guns. The bank is being robbed, she thought dimly to herself as she lay there stunned. She faintly heard someone cursing at her.

“Quit swearing and grab the kid!” A rough voice barked out. “Let’s go!”

Kallista felt herself being yanked up and thrown in a van. This is just not my day, she thought wearily as the breath came back to her.

A gun pressed against her temples just as the van sped away. Once again Kallista heard the sound of sirens. Well, at least they are not just for me, she thought wryly to herself.

“Congratulations, Kid.” The man with the gun mocked her. “You have just become our hostage.”

The small group of men laughed sneeringly at her.

She wondered if this was a good time to bring up the fact that she was a wanted fugitive. Wisely she decided against it.

The van smelled musty and strangely like gym socks. Wary of the gun pressed in her temple she was careful not to make any sudden movements. She hoped the man would remove it soon. The van speed up and swerved to the right. She was tossed against the side of the van further brusing herself.

“Hey watch it Dan!“ Mr. Trigger Happy shouted crossly at the driver.

“Shut up, Dale!” Dan tossed over his shoulder. “I just eluded the police. Be grateful!“

To her dismay she saw that all, minus the driver were now looking at her oddly.

“You are an peculiar one, aren’t you!” Mr. Trigger happy spoke up. “What are you?”

He reached to grab her hat but she knocked his hand away. In that moment all three men pounced on her and pinned her down. Her hat was taken away and they gazed at her angry pinched face.

“Well. It looks like you where in a fight.” Dale laughed cruelly.

“Hey! This is the one the police are looking for.” One of the other men informed his friends excitedly. “Yeah! I just heard it on the news.”

The men laughed in disbelief.

“This thing?” Dale ridiculed, then turned back towards her. “Your in a heap of trouble aren’t you.”

“Toss her out!” Dan called back over his shoulder as he drove. “Let the police nab her. She will slow ‘em down for us!”

“You’re a girl?” Dale inquired, incredulous and laughed.

“What ever it is, toss it out!” Dan called back urgently. “I just spotted another police car coming up our tail!”

Without another word Dale grabbed her and opened the door of the van. The winter chill quickly filled up the musty van.

“No! Please don’t!” She cried, but was ignored.

“Tough luck, kid.” Dale shrugged and tossed her out.

Screaming, she felt the world spinning around her and saw the ground coming fast. Something caught her just before she hit the ground. Strong arms wrapped around her and carried her away from the noise and fumes of the passing vehicles and approaching police cars. She was faintly aware of two things. She had lost her hat and worst of all. She had lost the Skulduggery Pleasant book. It took her a few moments to realize she had stopped moving. Warily she looked up and saw a pair of brilliant blue eyes staring down at her curiously.

“Kallista. What are you thinking?” The handsome boy sighed and put her down, “Sadly. I am not allowed to help you anymore then I have. Already I have helped you too much and now you have seen me.”

“What are you talking about?” She asked wide eyed. “Who are you and how have you helped me?”

“Listen to me. I don’t have much time.” He said earnestly. “I have to be some where else. But you have a journey ahead of you. Where it ends is up to you, Kallista. Don’t be so rash and try to remember.”

The handsome boy started to walk away and Kallista saw for the first time his motorcycle. He placed his helmet over his black hair.

“Wait! You didn’t answer my questions!” She protested. “Who are you and what do I have to remember?”

Silently the mysterious stranger got on his bike then turned and looked at her.

“I’m your friend. I am Thor”

With that, he drove off into the night.











Artwork done by the genius Lizzy and used with permissin. Thank you Lizzy! XDDDDD

Friday, December 24, 2010

Twisted Christmas: A Tale of a Bad@$$ Kallista Pendragon ;p Part 2

She didn't know how long she ran down the streets on that cold dark night. All Kallista Pendragon cared about was getting away from the flashing lights of the police cars. She was panting heavily by the time she stopped. The only thing calm that night was the gently falling snow. It fell in soft big feathery flakes. Once upon a time she used to enjoy watching the snowfall. But that was before the Incident. How quickly things can change in a moments notice. A sigh escaped her lips and her head lowered in regret.

Silently she glanced around and recognised her old school. Really it hadn't been that long since she had attended there. It was just last month when she was kicked out. It was where the Incident had begun. Hatred filled her again as she studied the old three story brick building. The outside lights shown on the corners of the building but there was still places shrouded in shadow.
Snow crunched under the wheels of an approaching vehicle and startled her out of her thoughts. Quickly she darted into the shadows and watched through narrowed eyes the police car that patrolled down the street. It was looking for her, she knew. Quietly she waited for it to pass. When her rapid heartbeat had settled down she turned cautiously and went to the side of the building farthest away from the street. Climbing the side of the school turned out to be more difficult due to her injuries. But she pressed on, fear of being caught propelling her forward. Slowly she made her way to the top of the building, the bricks cutting into the skin on her hands. It was not the first time she had done this; breaking into the school. But she never had to deal with extensive damage to her body before. She hated how it was slowing her down. After a few more minutes she made it to the stop and weakly stole to the hatch that opened to the school inside. With a groan she lifted the hatch and dropped though to the hallway below. Instead of landing gracefully on her feet, she fell awkwardly and lay for a few moments on the floor gasping for breath. By some miracle she got to her feet again and staggered down the empty hallway. Her shoes made a strange echo as she made her way to the Band room. Once there she went to the little nook that was hidden in the corner.
She used to come to this nook often, back when things had been normal. Or at least normal for her. Exhausted she sank down against the wall and appraised her injuries. Despite the many cuts and bruising she took, there were no broken bones. She could be thankful for that, she knew. Curling up into a tight ball, she fell asleep
A sharp poke jolted her awake. Instantly the noise of the room alerted her that she had slept to long.
"Who the heck is that?" A girl said in disgust.
"Who? More like: WHAT the heck is it?" Another girl spoke up and poked Kallista again in the side with her foot.
Dread filled her as she turned her head to face several of her former classmates who stood like towers over her. As expected, they were sneering at her and whispering to one another in cruel delight.
"Well if it isn't Crazy Kal!" Brian Turner mocked quietly. "What have you come back for? To steal some more of other people's property?"
"Oh! My! Gosh! Just look at her!" The same girl mocked. Kallista looked sharply at the girl and recognized her. Kelly Adams.
"You have some nerve coming back here Kallista!" Kelly added primly. "Nobody wants you here. Just go away."
"Shut up Kelly." Kallista retorted to her former friend, her voice coming out raw and scratchy. Unlovely "I really don't care who wants me here. I'll stay as long as I want."
"You can't talk to Kelly that way!" Brian stepped forward angrily. The others caught his mood and glared at Kallista.
Kelly sniffed and looked away offended. Kallista almost laughed. How could she had ever been friends with these people?
"What going on here?" A loud obnoxious voice overtook them all.
It was Billy Jacobs the school's loudmouth. He came over as the others parted ways before him. But Kelly looked uneasy.
"Billy. Don't." She murmured quietly as she looked away.
But Billy ignored her and looked on at Kallista with obvious delight. His intentions where clear.
"HEY! Everybody! Look what we have here!" His voice carried and soon caught the attention of not only rest of the band students but those in the hallway who were hanging out before school began.
Curious they rushed in, eager to be in on what ever was happening. A collective gasp went up at the sight of her. Kallista knew she was dirty, bloody, and disheveled. An easy target.
Cursing silently, she considered her options. There were not many.
"Your gonna get it someday, Billy! I swear it!" She said forcefully under her breath.
She rose and made a move to push past everyone but Billy shoved her back. Desperate, she regained her balance and tried again.
"Your not getting off that easy Kallista." Billy said as he grabbed her arm and twisted it behind her back."You are so much a larry. A LOSER larry!"
She cried out in pain but still refused to give in. Once before she had beaten up Billy and it had been fun. But could she do it again in a roomful of enemies? Hesitating for only a minute she made her decision.
She ignored the pain and kicked behind her getting him in the knee. As he let go and clutched his knee, she swung her hand and slapped him on the face, an insult that would do more damage then a punch.
The lighting in the room seemed to dim as Kallista felt the energy around her turn cold and ugly.
Where were the teachers? She wondered fearfully as the students, as if one looked on her with malice. With a quick dart to the left she made to get away and headed for the window. She would rather jump then deal with this bunch. But many strong hands grabbed her and pulled her back hard. In that instant she was surrounded by what seemed like the entire student assembly and was repeatedly pushed and shoved forward while getting punched. The kids had made a gauntlet and she was forced to stumble though, trying desperately to keep her head covered. Behind the gauntlet the kids from the band picked up their instruments and accompanied her beating and humiliation with Twisted Sister's, We're Not Gonna Take It. Something slapped her in the face just as she tripped. It was a rotten banana peel. A laugh rang out and soon more food was thrown sharply at Kallista, striking her as she staggered on. Despite her best effort a cry slipped from her and even though there was so much jeering, her cry was heard. Everyone cheered and the shoving and beatings intensified. Something caught her attention despite the torment she was going through. Several teachers were looking on coldly but doing nothing. She was truly alone.
All the way down the hall, down the stairs and until they reached the front doors of the school, her former classmates ridiculed her and beat her. Their chanting filled the whole school as they threw her off the front steps.
"OUT WITH THE LOSER! DOWN WITH THE LARRY!" 
Blindly she stood up, wiping away the remnets of food that plastered her face. She turned slowly and stared with resentment and disdain on her face. Taking a deep breath she opened her mouth to tell them all off. But the familiar sound of sirens filled her ears and cut her off. She turned and looked on with disbelief as several police cars raced towards the school, their lights flashing.
"Not again." She muttered anxiously. 
Behind her the kids all cheered and laughed as she took off running. Objects where thrown at her one last time as she darted passed and headed for the alleyway on the other side.
Is this how it would be for the rest of her life?
Panic urged her on. It was twelve days till Christmas.

Monday, December 20, 2010

HAPPY 16 th BIRTHDAT OCTABOONA!!!!!! ;D

GUESS WHO IS SWEET 16 TODAY???????






Our very own OCTABOONA!!!!!!








*clapping all around as brightly colored streamers fall along with balloons*






 

Octaboona! We have not know you for long. But from the very first, you have shown your self to be a friend to us all. A kindred spirit. One who is kind, gracious, and pretty darn CRAZY FUNNY!!!!!!!




You are super fun! Super smart! And super amazing!!!!!!




AND THEN..........


































































































































You BLEW US ALL AWAY WITH YOUR EPIC POETRY!!!!!!! 




*EPIC SCREAM*
We all were in awe over you exceptional poetry and writing skill.




After that, there was no question.




YOU ARE AND WILL ALWAYS BE A BELOVED MEMBER OF THE SP GANG!!!!!!








HAPPY 16th BIRTHDAY, OCTABOONA!!!!!!










*a huge cake is brought out....big enough to hold someone*










WHO COULD IT BE??????






*the cake burst open and out pops....*







*DEREK LANDY*






LOL

Saturday, December 18, 2010

Twisted Christmas: A Tale of a Bad@$$ Kallista Pendragon ;p Part 1


Kallista Pendragon sat on the front step of her home, 12 empty containers of egg nog beside her. She took a big gulp from the thirteenth one then realised she had run out. Sneering disdainfully she tossed it in the pile with the other containers. She didn't wear a coat despite the winter chill.  All she had on were her tank top and baggy army pants.  Out of habit she ran her slender hand across the top of her mohawk, amused by the black strands that hung over her face. On either side of her head was a design of  white and black checkers. She wore the rest of her hair long, strait and dyed white.
A gust of wind came then bringing with it a flurry of snow. It stung as it slapped her face.  Jumping up she stood and challenged the winter to do it's worst with her, hands flung out and voice raised to the wind. Then for just a moment, all was still. Bored and angry, she flexed her muscles. But there was no one to impress. No friends to hang out with. No boys to beat up. Kallista was all alone in the silent night. She stared impatiently at all the holiday lights that glowed warmly on the homes in the cold frosty night air.
"Ridiculous!" She spat out then groaned. "I need some more nog." 
Jumping from the porch she headed down the street to the nearest grocery store. As she sauntered arrogantly along the sidewalk she could hear beautiful Christmas music playing. She turned her head to gaze at all the beautiful Victorian homes that lined the street. She could see through the windows the families who had gathered together and for a moment she allowed the secret place of her heart to open. A powerful wave of emotion swept through her pale thin body. The longing she had hid away was so strong it threatened to overtake her. She dropped on her knees in agony and a few tears escaped before she beat it back into submission. She would NOT cry. That life, that dream was not for her. She knew that now and no longer cared what happened to herself. At least that was what she told herself.
Resentment built up in her and she glanced around with shifty eyes before standing up. Good. No one had seen her. Up ahead she could see the little grocery store, it's sign blinking merrily. She entered and ignored the usual incredulous stares that always seemed to follow her where ever she went. Instead she kept that small mocking smile on her lips.
There it was. The egg nog. Beckoning her from behind the clear refrigerated glass. A little old lady blocked her way. The grey haired woman seemed to be taking her time and would not move out of the way. She looked instead reproachfully at Kallista. Kallista HATED that look above anything else. She cocked her head and held the old woman's offended stare as she reached rudely pass and grabbed the carton. Her mocking smile grew wider as the woman gave an affronted gasp. Kallista didn't say anything but merely gave a cocky nod and turned away abruptly.
"Well! I never!" She heard the old voice quiver in anger behind her.
She almost laughed. But she didn't. An old feeling of remorse trickled out from her. But like before, she pushed it back. She didn't have time for emotions like that. They only ever got in her way.
Just before the checkout line she spotted a lollipop. She grabbed it on impulse and tucked it away in the folds of her baggy army pants. She quickly paid for the egg nog and left chuckling to herself. So busy in her thoughts she did not notice the sleigh headed her way. She took out her lollipop and licked it happily. She stepped out in the street a moment later only to be knocked down violently. The fancy sleigh pulled by a team of horses trampled over the girl then continued its merry way. Kallista lay there stunned and bruised for a moment before anything registered. Then it came to her as a shock. The sleigh had been driven by a man in a red coat. Santa Clause!  She sat up and felt her face gingerly. Wincing she sucked back a moan of pain. Staggering to her feet she looked around for her lollipop and egg nog only to discover that both had been crushed under the horses feet. She picked up the crumpled carton and cursed silently as she looked down at the hoof prints all over her.
"That's gonna leave a mark." She muttered. Her breath made smoke whisps in the air.
She felt for the first time, cold. Unsteadily she moved back to the sidewalk to make her way back home. It was softly snowing now. Each step pained her but she shut it away in her rage. Rage turned to shock as she rounded the corner. She came face to face with a group of Santa's on their way home from a holiday party. Of course! That Santa who had been driving the sleigh must have been part of this group, she thought to herself as she curled her lip in disgust. The Santas had stopped talking as well and looked back at her in bemusement.
"Can we help you.....um.....sir.....miss?" One of them asked hesitantly.
"Yeah!" Kallista shot back as she threw the damaged container at them. She held out her arms in challenge and lifted her chin. "You can give me your coat!"
"Excuse me?" Another Santa spoke.
"You heard me!" She roared as she charged them.
Kallista tackled the smallest one even though he was still bigger then her. She could hear the protests as she punched their comrade. They roughly tried to pull her away but she didn't care. She snarled and fought all the harder. It took the rest of the men to pull her away. She was flung roughly back and hit the side a lamp post with a bang. Then a fist followed and struck her on the right side of her face.
"Look! I don't know who are what you are!" One was yelling at her. "But you won't get away with this!"
"Call the police Pete!" another one yelled.
"I already did." Pete replied with venom in his voice. He turned back to her. "You piece of filth! You WON'T get away with this! The police are on their way"
"Yeah?" Kallista sneered as she staggered up. "I'll think I'll give it a try anyways."
They let the battered person go, never knowing whether he was a she or if she was a he.
Kallista limped away coatless, hatless and friendless. Off into the night she disappeared as the flashing lights of the police cars drew near.






This story is just the first part everyone. It was intended to be funny at first but has turned into something else. It's something I had to write. It does not reflect my beliefs or experiences but some of those that I had observed. I will write a more cheerful story apart from this one provided I have the time and am not interrupted by unpleasantness. 
Hopefully I will have part 2 up by tomorrow.  :)

Tuesday, December 14, 2010

FUTTERWACKEN DANCE OFF!

I CHALLENGED OCTABOONA TO A FUTTERWACKEN DANCE OFF! >:D

He accepted!
We began on Hellboy's blog but then I moved it here. Please read and then cast your vote!

Octaboona began the dance. Here is how it went!



*Octaboona prepares for the Futterwacken competition*






*Puts on long flowing rainbow coloured robes, a tall crumpled hat with a blue pineapple on top and lime green socks instead of gloves, also a long violet scarf with golden tassels and finally a pink dressing gown with pictures of bunnies on them*






*and a red toothbrush in each ear*
 
*Octaboona starts madly futterwackening, flailing his legs above his head and balancing on his arms*




*He starts to do an Irish jig and flaps his ears*



*The futterwackening reaches a crescendo with my elbows a blur, until the pineapple on my head blasts off, I futterwacken ever more furiously catching the pineapple in my mouth*



*I start singing with my knees kicking up and down, electric toothbrushes buzzing away, my robes and dressing gown billow around me in splendour*




*My lime green socks only add to the flash of colour and movement of the Futterwacken*
*My toes complete round after round of the Mexican Wave and I spin around furiously, legs tucked away behind my ears as I swirl ans twirl and pirouette, lifting of the ground with sheer intensity*




*Finally, I complete a triple somersault, whilst spelling out my name in sign language, my feet create clouds of dust as I flip around, madly cackling away with an intense look of concentration, I juggle twelve unicycles and balance a giant array of fruit and a codfish on the tip of my nose and I FUTTERWACKEN, FUTTERWACKEN, FUTTERWACKEN. My arms flap around my ankles and with one last burst of glory, my robes fluttering, I dance a miraculous dance of splendidness, turn inside out, land on my head and wiggle my feet energetically*



This ends Octaboona's Brilliant performance!

Now it's Kallista 's turn.



*Kallista comes swinging in an her trusty vine giving off her famous Tarzan yodel*























*she lets go mid air and triple flips before landing in the spotlight*




























*she is dressed in a SP style suit, purple and silver. Instead of SP's hat, she wears the Mad Hatter's hat. Her hair dyed a light blue with glitter. Her long eyelashes are pink and glittery. Her lips a shiny red*















*on her ears she wears tiny Christmas trees that light up and blink*


















*she begins her futterwacking while juggling Hellboy, Alex, and Lenka*














































*her beautiful head spins three times and fireworks explode from the end of her brightly painted nails*


























































*she catches Hellboy, Alex, and Lenka elegantly and sets then down before bowing brilliantly*


This concludes the first round of the Futterwacken Dance Off! Anyone can challenge the winner for the next round until at last we have the FUTTERWACKEN Blog Champion! Dance contest may be held at either the winner's blog or the challenger's blog. Winner decides.
 
The judges are the people of the SP gang. Only one vote per person.  Contestants may not vote! They may not change a performance or add to it once it's done.   (Kallista desperately wishes it could change)

judges should decide among themselves of what the prize will be for the winner.......and what the penalty will be for the looser! >;)