[Hazel hadn't actually intended to dress up this year, not really dreaming up any costume that could top last year's theft of Jotaro's wardrobe. for better or worse, however, Josuke had other ideas. and since she's particularly weak to his relentless needling, he (once again) got his way.
that's why you can find her wandering around Fanport dressed up as Josuke himself, right down to that glorious pompadour. unbeknownst to him, however, she's embellished the back with a little flair of her own. if she's going to be the shortest Josuke in the convention center she may as well be the coolest and the most authentic - all that shit? straight from the source.
right now she's wandering through the panels, poking her head into various rooms to scope out the tone of things. nothing really seems to stick aside from a brief interlude to heckle the Doctor at his...at least until she happens upon the magic panel. Hazel lingers in the doorway, watching the goings on with a peculiarly somber expression. she's still here for one reason only: to see every single magic user participate and understand what they're capable of.
she's also probably in your way. oh well.]
two;
[artist's alley is as bountiful as Hazel remembered it from last year. she moves with practiced ease from booth to booth, digging through the doujin boxes with a predatory grin. no friend is safe, especially not those she's closest to. so packed is this part of the con that eventually she needs to pause her exploration and take a seat up against the wall of one of the booths.
the bag next to her is already bulging, but Hazel seems completely content. with all the masterpieces surrounding her, she can't help but want to do a few quick sketches herself while she recovers her mental fortitude. there's certainly enough to inspire her here.
that was the original intention, anyway. maybe ten minutes later finds Hazel flooded with a sizable group of people as she fires off request after request, that selfsame bag slowly filling up with cash. she'd started as a few nice things for passing kids fascinated with her hair, but once people started throwing money around who is she to say no?
good luck getting a sketch out of her if she knows you, though. Hazel doesn't like people knowing she can actually draw.]
three;
Josuke Higishakeata?
[she can't even eat. why is Hazel in the refreshment area? for shit like this. shit that, in this case, she'd been waved down to see because of her outfit.
her shoulders start to shake as the laughter completely overtakes her. as soon as she's calmed down, she's buying thirty. she doesn't give a fuck that she's going to have to find other people to drink these.]
four;
[towards the later part of the day, Hazel catches sight of herself in the reflection of something or other and realizes with a frown that her pomp needs fixing. Josuke had given her a comb for this shit, but to be perfectly honest even when alive Hazel had never been particularly inclined to do much with her hair...
that frown becomes a deep grimace as her fussing apparently doesn't yield the desired results. she starts to whine quietly under her breath, fighting valiantly to actually fucking look nice for the entirety of this event.]
This is fucking bullshit, I don't even look good in this...
[wah wah wah. someone's a huge baby right now.]
five;
[wildcard! please hit me with anything that tickles your fancy I am so thirsty to tag in this thing please please please.]
Hazel Lockwood | unsettled | open!!
[Hazel hadn't actually intended to dress up this year, not really dreaming up any costume that could top last year's theft of Jotaro's wardrobe. for better or worse, however, Josuke had other ideas. and since she's particularly weak to his relentless needling, he (once again) got his way.
that's why you can find her wandering around Fanport dressed up as Josuke himself, right down to that glorious pompadour. unbeknownst to him, however, she's embellished the back with a little flair of her own. if she's going to be the shortest Josuke in the convention center she may as well be the coolest and the most authentic - all that shit? straight from the source.
right now she's wandering through the panels, poking her head into various rooms to scope out the tone of things. nothing really seems to stick aside from a brief interlude to heckle the Doctor at his...at least until she happens upon the magic panel. Hazel lingers in the doorway, watching the goings on with a peculiarly somber expression. she's still here for one reason only: to see every single magic user participate and understand what they're capable of.
she's also probably in your way. oh well.]
two;
[artist's alley is as bountiful as Hazel remembered it from last year. she moves with practiced ease from booth to booth, digging through the doujin boxes with a predatory grin. no friend is safe, especially not those she's closest to. so packed is this part of the con that eventually she needs to pause her exploration and take a seat up against the wall of one of the booths.
the bag next to her is already bulging, but Hazel seems completely content. with all the masterpieces surrounding her, she can't help but want to do a few quick sketches herself while she recovers her mental fortitude. there's certainly enough to inspire her here.
that was the original intention, anyway. maybe ten minutes later finds Hazel flooded with a sizable group of people as she fires off request after request, that selfsame bag slowly filling up with cash. she'd started as a few nice things for passing kids fascinated with her hair, but once people started throwing money around who is she to say no?
good luck getting a sketch out of her if she knows you, though. Hazel doesn't like people knowing she can actually draw.]
three;
Josuke Higishakeata?
[she can't even eat. why is Hazel in the refreshment area? for shit like this. shit that, in this case, she'd been waved down to see because of her outfit.
her shoulders start to shake as the laughter completely overtakes her. as soon as she's calmed down, she's buying thirty. she doesn't give a fuck that she's going to have to find other people to drink these.]
four;
[towards the later part of the day, Hazel catches sight of herself in the reflection of something or other and realizes with a frown that her pomp needs fixing. Josuke had given her a comb for this shit, but to be perfectly honest even when alive Hazel had never been particularly inclined to do much with her hair...
that frown becomes a deep grimace as her fussing apparently doesn't yield the desired results. she starts to whine quietly under her breath, fighting valiantly to actually fucking look nice for the entirety of this event.]
This is fucking bullshit, I don't even look good in this...
[wah wah wah. someone's a huge baby right now.]
five;
[wildcard! please hit me with anything that tickles your fancy I am so thirsty to tag in this thing please please please.]