31 Days Exchange - Another Day In the Asylum
Title: Another Day In the Asylum
Day/Theme: 29th March 2011; film noir
Series: Ouran High School Host Club
Character/Pairing: Haruhi, the rest of the Host Club
Rating: G
Haruhi pushed the door to the Third Music Room open one day to find that she had been magically transported to an elaborate movie set.
Then she remembered just what she had walked into.
"What are we doing this time?" she asked, half-dreading the answer.
"Ah, Haruhi, perfect timing!" Tamaki declared, bounding over with so much enthusiasm she feared it might be contagious. He was wearing a long brown trenchcoat that somehow still reeked of wealth despite the fact that it was clearly supposed to look weather-beaten. "Our latest decorations and costumes were inspired by those wonderful Hollywood movies about the 1940s to 1950s! The drama, the intrigue, the mystery! It was perfect!"
The girl eyed the not-cheap trenchcoat and odd hat. "And you're supposed to be...?"
With an exaggerated flourish and sparkles - where had those come from? - Tamaki struck a pose. "I'm the cynical private detective women in distress come to when they fear the terrors lurking in the night, of course!" he declared.
Somehow, Haruhi found it difficult to associate the exuberant guy before her with the word 'cynical'. Maybe in another lifetime, and maybe not even then.
"I'm the local mafia boss," was all Kyouya said as he adjusted his glasses. He wore a finely tailored suit of black with fine white vertical lines running down the jacket and pants.
Okay, that one made sense. Almost too much sense.
Mori spoke up next. "I'm the retired boxer who must fight again because local gangsters are threatening to close down his gym." Dressed in a loose t-shirt and boxing shorts, he looked the part.
"Haruhi, Haruhi, look!" Honey dragged her attention towards him. He had donned a Western police uniform, complete with the hat and polystyrene baton. "I'm the young chief of police who must fight valiantly to cleanse his department of corruption!"
"And we're a pair of grifters who find ourselves falling in love while on the run from our cruel teacher!" Hikaru and Kaoru chorused, decked out in matching striped shirts and suspenders. Somehow, she hadn't expected anything else.
Finally, Haruhi decided to face her fate. "And what am I supposed to be?" she asked warily.
"We've got the perfect role for you, Haruhi," Kyouya stated with a smile, even as Hikaru and Kaoru accosted her. "You are the average law-abiding citizen who, due to unfortunate circumstances, must involve yourself in a life of crime." His smile widened, and his glasses glinted evilly. "I'm sure you can find great... inspiration from some portion of your life."
A vein in Haruhi's forehead throbbed, signifying an oncoming headache. Some days, this insanity was just too much to take.
Day/Theme: 29th March 2011; film noir
Series: Ouran High School Host Club
Character/Pairing: Haruhi, the rest of the Host Club
Rating: G
Haruhi pushed the door to the Third Music Room open one day to find that she had been magically transported to an elaborate movie set.
Then she remembered just what she had walked into.
"What are we doing this time?" she asked, half-dreading the answer.
"Ah, Haruhi, perfect timing!" Tamaki declared, bounding over with so much enthusiasm she feared it might be contagious. He was wearing a long brown trenchcoat that somehow still reeked of wealth despite the fact that it was clearly supposed to look weather-beaten. "Our latest decorations and costumes were inspired by those wonderful Hollywood movies about the 1940s to 1950s! The drama, the intrigue, the mystery! It was perfect!"
The girl eyed the not-cheap trenchcoat and odd hat. "And you're supposed to be...?"
With an exaggerated flourish and sparkles - where had those come from? - Tamaki struck a pose. "I'm the cynical private detective women in distress come to when they fear the terrors lurking in the night, of course!" he declared.
Somehow, Haruhi found it difficult to associate the exuberant guy before her with the word 'cynical'. Maybe in another lifetime, and maybe not even then.
"I'm the local mafia boss," was all Kyouya said as he adjusted his glasses. He wore a finely tailored suit of black with fine white vertical lines running down the jacket and pants.
Okay, that one made sense. Almost too much sense.
Mori spoke up next. "I'm the retired boxer who must fight again because local gangsters are threatening to close down his gym." Dressed in a loose t-shirt and boxing shorts, he looked the part.
"Haruhi, Haruhi, look!" Honey dragged her attention towards him. He had donned a Western police uniform, complete with the hat and polystyrene baton. "I'm the young chief of police who must fight valiantly to cleanse his department of corruption!"
"And we're a pair of grifters who find ourselves falling in love while on the run from our cruel teacher!" Hikaru and Kaoru chorused, decked out in matching striped shirts and suspenders. Somehow, she hadn't expected anything else.
Finally, Haruhi decided to face her fate. "And what am I supposed to be?" she asked warily.
"We've got the perfect role for you, Haruhi," Kyouya stated with a smile, even as Hikaru and Kaoru accosted her. "You are the average law-abiding citizen who, due to unfortunate circumstances, must involve yourself in a life of crime." His smile widened, and his glasses glinted evilly. "I'm sure you can find great... inspiration from some portion of your life."
A vein in Haruhi's forehead throbbed, signifying an oncoming headache. Some days, this insanity was just too much to take.