Camp Rock Costumes Novels & Stories

“T-minus five minutes till fire alarm pull. Battle stations, everyone!” As much as they were giving me shit, all their faces spread into wide grins. They were just as much rockers at heart as I was. Making our way to the little stage we pieced together from gym equipment, they pulled on their masks and I pulled up my striking blonde hair into a pony tail. Sadly, blonde hair and brown eyes weren’t very metal but I made it up with piercings, black lipstick, dark markup, and a couple tattoos that I’d gotten when I was sixteen. My leather jacket was well worn enough that it didn’t hinder my movements and I’d worn a black shirt that looked like a tiger had ripped through it.

I looked, really, genuinely healthy. Although, my excessive scarring was still very much prominent, it didn't change the fact that in two days, my entire body had undergone a transformation that I didn't think was possible, at least i didn't until I had seen it with my own eyes. The entire situation was crazy. I was currently in one of the rogues grass tents, changing out of the amor that I had been wearing solidly for the past few days. Being in a rogue camp meant I wasn't able to get it washed, not that it would be able to be used again now that it had a silver bullet lodged into it. The rogues that lived here didn't have clothes the way everyone else did, in fact, i had noticed that most

Halloween week at Fantasy Island meant themed costumes, and Madam Fantasy had been clear: go big or go home. I adjusted my mask in the mirror. Black and silver, covering the top half of my face, with small silver chains that dangled near my temples. The mask was my safety. My shield. Without it, I was just Jane Puckett, broke college student. With it, I was Jailbird, whoever the hell I wanted to be. The dressing room smelled like hairspray and body glitter. Keiko was beside me, dressed as Catwoman, her mask sleek and minimal. Cammie had gone full Harley Quinn, complete with a baseball bat covered in rhinestones.

I blush. “Oh, shit! I thought you hid that quickly because it is for the two of you to use at home…wow! Wow! If you have any ass tattoos you may as well let us know now, because we’ll all be able to see them soon enough!” Cade exclaims. “Maybe I should just go get that one we joked about now.” Ambrose laughs. “So I am going to be onstage in a thong?” “Yes, our clothes for the performance just showed up yesterday. They are rainbow and glittery, you have a thong and harness and I have a bodysuit.” I say shyly.

The friends waited until it got dark, then quickly changed into their costumes. Carly’s lush breasts overflowed her cupcake bikini top, straining against the fabric and making the two red gumdrops stand at attention. The high-cut bikini bottom fit perfectly, with the candy-corn triangle in front hugging her furry blond mound, and her plump ass cheeks exposed in back. The red-and-white striped thigh-highs showed off Carly’s curvy legs, with shiny black heels that completed the outfit.

"Really, no hot guys? At a costume party like this, where everyone’s either wearing masks or dressed as someone else, and still no one good-looking?" Gina sounded disappointed. "Maybe there are," Erik said, glancing back. There was Pinocchio with a fake nose, Link in a cheap costume, Mickey Mouse in a full-body suit, an actual clown, and a ghost who’d just cut two holes in a white sheet. And then there were the zombies—by far the most common—with pale faces, red scars, and blackened teeth.

"Okay. I'll say it tomorrow anyways..." Wednesday, the day after was cute. I dressed as Pocahontas. I know. I know.. but she's my favorite Disney character ever. When I asked Ogi what was is costume he answered... "Jacob Black from twilight... I got the hair down and this coat is similar to his." I laugh so hard. It was like him but with his hair loose. What? No effort! Cole Cook was dressed as Thor. A slimmer Thor. Hunter was hilarious as Joker and Britney as Harley Quinn. Cliché but okay...

As Caleb closed in, he took out two more Danmarchians and changed into their clothes, putting on a black veil that covered half his place. And with that, he strode right into the Danmarch camp. "Oh, you're finished?" One of the youth guarding the camp chuckled, yawning as he greeted Caleb. "Uh-huh," Caleb grunted noncommittally and entered the camp unimpeded. As almost every other youth in the camp wore black veils too, and with the darkness of the night, the other youths simply didn't notice that Caleb had blended in as he wore their uniform.

Thanks to the light from the hallway it was obvious it was them. Ava walked a few steps toward the door and called out to them. They both turned and then headed her way. As they approached, Ava said, “You two don’t have costumes?” They both wore dark denim pants with silver belt buckles. Jesse had on a black dress shirt and a black Stetson. Ray had on a royal blue dress shirt and a black Stetson. He looked delicious. “Just pretend I’m Johnny Cash, the man in black,” Jesse said.

We even got booked into a couple of county fairs, and played for some pretty big audiences. Amy and Molly had found a site on the internet that sold custom-made kilts, and surprised us one night, coming on stage in matching kilts. Not traditional kilts, they were pink with little white poodles. Not to be outdone, Robbie ordered one that was black with little skulls and crossbones. Tony and Dave gave in and ordered ones in camo print.