Note from ME: I make no claim to the Characters of Jareth and Sarah. All other current characters are of my own creation. Sarah and Jareth belong to Jim Henson and Co. (c) goes to them.
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Sarah and her friend Michelle were eating lunch in the quad that Friday afternoon. It was the last Friday before Halloween the next day. Halloween always was Sarah's favorite holiday; the costumes, the decorations, the atmosphere, but most of the all costumes. If there was one thing she retained from when she was in junior high, it was her love of costumes. It was because of this, she decided to follow in her mother's footsteps and study theatre. Her father was not happy about this, seeing what happened when her mother walked out on them. But that was how Sarah was, once she made her decision, it would take a lot more than her father to make her change it.
She was a junior at a college far from where she grew up. She liked it better this way. She was away from anything that she grew up with. Her lunch mate was talking animatedly about some party a friend of a friend was having this weekend.
"… It's a costume party" she said, taking a bite of the fry she was waving in Sarah's face. She got Sarah's attention with the mention of costumes.
"Costume party?"
"Haven't you been paying attention to anything I've said?" She chucked the remaining part of her fry at her friend. "I'm hurt." She added in a pretend huff.
Michelle glanced down at her friend's tray; it looked untouched.
"Are you okay? You've hardly eaten."
"I'm not hungry," she decided a change of subject was needed. She had no reason to bring up her problems right then. "About this party, what kinda costumes we talkin' here?"
"Apparently, David's friend Steve rented out this creepy old house on the edge of town. I think any costume would work. I'm thinking about going as a cat or witch or something."
"That's kinda lame."
Michelle scoffed, "and you think you can do better?"
"I think I can do better. Show up at my place tomorrow around noon."
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It was after 9 pm when she got home. The shower was running when she arrived. Her suitemate Ruby was a sophomore engineering student whose best friend just happened to be the library. She was a great girl but it seemed like all she ever did was study. She was pretty with long curly red hair. She could have all sorts of boyfriends but nope, she was home on yet another Friday night. Like you can say anything, you're going to be putting together a costume… for a college party.
She put her backpack down on the kitchen table and started going through the cupboards, trying to find something appetizing to eat. She found a bag of chips. She opened them up grabbed a bowl and headed to her room, her book bag coming with. She walked through the shared living space into her room. The backpack got plopped ungracefully into her desk chair, the bag of chips and bowl were set next to her computer, and Sarah had her eyes set on her closet.
She had an idea of what she was looking for but she had to sift through all the rest of the junk in there to find it. This is what happens when you just shove all the stuff that won't fit into your dresser, into the closet without any sorting whatsoever. She was a packrat by nature and keeping all past costumes can kind of pile up after a while. She dove in. She pulled out costume after costume and none were quite right. Something glittery caught her eye and she reached to the back of the closet.
"A HA, I've found you." What she pulled out was the poufy, white dress she made herself as a senior in high school. They were did Cinderella for the spring play. Sarah got the lead part and took it upon herself to make her own dress. The result was a classical ball gown with a twist. The top part was fitted and had large poufs on the shoulders which lead to fitted sleeves. The bottom was a classic ball gown style with a large skirt that made the whole thing look like a bell. It was beautiful and she was very proud of it. She hung it up on the door to air out. After the show many of the cast members and people from the audience asked her where her design came from; A dream. She would say with a far off look. They would laugh not knowing that what she spoke was only half true. She surveyed the dress.
"I hope it still fits," she had developed a bit since the last time she had worn it.
"Now, I just need to figure out what to do with this mess," she grumbled, running her hands through her hair.
She stared off into space for a moment trying to think. She returned her gaze back to the dress.
"It's not much of a costume if it's just a dress… OH I know; I'll make a mask to go with it."
She cleared off her desk, rolled up her sleeves, pulled out her craft supplies and got to work.
