Pulp Fiction Costume Ideas Novels & Stories

Uniforms everywhere—maids, guards, even fancy coats that looked like they belonged to someone with way too much free time. “This is it,” I whispered. “Operation Don’t-Die begins now.” I ran my hands through the uniforms, searching for something useful. Finally, I spotted one—a dark guard’s outfit, complete with a heavy belt and boots. Perfect disguise. I yanked it off the hanger and started changing like my life depended on speed. My old torn clothes? Straight into a corner under some folded sheets. Goodbye, disaster outfit. When I looked at myself, I had to laugh. “Well damn,” I whispered. “Not bad, Cullen. You clean up nice.”

Alexander and Pedro said at the same time. After a few more hours, the three gentlemen soon wore their elegant and dashing suits along with those exquisite masks. Pedro looked magical in his all-black long cape suit with hints of gold and black lace mask, while Alexander looked noble with his navy-blue velvet coat and black and silver butterfly mask. Alexander’s hair was styled into a modern quiff that surprised everyone because Alexander was not the type to actually change up his style or try something grandeur.

Why am I only allowed to experience the trip through the window? I limp over to the window and peek out. From afar, I can see them. Some of the students are dressed up for the psychology costume exercise. One girl is in a full Victorian gown as Freud, another is wearing a lab coat and wild hair as Skinner. I was going to dress as the Shadow of Carl Jung. The wild, uninhibited and repressed instinctive side of the personality that society tells us to hide. I had the perfect outfit planned: a short leather skirt, a cropped shirt, boots, and a hat. Something dangerous and sexy.

I did look good. He also saw an old photo of Mpumi with many other people. They looked like gangsters. Mpumi did once hint at being a thug. These must have been her gang members. They had the same trend in the way that they dressed. They all wore the same black leather jackets and chains. It was a big squad, and behind them stood three vintage cars.

Each had a joint between their lips. "Good to see you, Marcelo," one of the mafia men greeted. "It is indeed good," Marcelo replied. All the clans came with their members. They were dressed in their clan's symbolic color. Red, maroon, and black. The black dress was for the Blood Moon cartel as they were all putting on black outfits. The girls were mostly in black high-waist trousers with a black crop top and faux jacket (optional) for easy movements for when the fight would start.

I punched his shoulder to which he dramatically acted hurt, puppy. We walked into a store that was having a hard sale. Taking the money out we took at least a shirt, jacket sandals with pants. After paying for them we come face to face with Juana who looks almost identical to how she used to look only makeup, iron hair, red highlights, and animal print clothes made her look much older than just sixteen.

“I think it’s time we showed you something.” * * * I laughed in utter disbelief as I watched them rifle through their walk-in wardrobe, pulling out clothes I’d never seen before – or ever imagined they’d own, let alone wear. Paps held up a three-piece suit, complete with a handkerchief in the front pocket. Dad sighed, leaning over and tugging the handkerchief out and stuffing it in his back pocket. “That’s too well-dressed. We need to look smart, but not too smart.” Paps pouted, but his eyes were teasing. “Can’t I be a good-looking officer?”

It took a little while, but eventually, Jax and I were able to find the clothing pieces needed to be Chaz Michael Michaels and Jimmy Mackelroy from "Blades of Glory." Jax wasn't thrilled about the tight fitting, red and orange onesie, but once he saw the two of us together in costume, even he couldn't deny that we looked downright hilarious. I could tell that Jax wasn't really into this whole costume thing, but honestly, it really warmed my heart that he was going along with it just to cheer me up. He didn't need to do any of what he was doing for me, strictly speaking as my bodygard. I got lucky with him.

I don’t tell her she only has a month or two to call that favor in, since I have every intention of leaving the pack. The volunteers begin to unload the truck and line up. At the same time, Sylvia and the brothers step out of their backrooms and come closer. The brothers are wearing tailored white suits with golden trim and green cufflinks. The original design suits them each well. They look regal and handsome. A matching green gown had been prepared for Sylvia, but at the last minute, she wanted something bright red. The gown she wears is still beautiful, but the color clashes with everything and everyone else.

Nero walked in first wearing not just any fur coat, but an obnoxiously expensive, custom made, tailored for him only kind of fur coat with a suit with no tie underneath it. Even now, even with Alexis missing Nero had to make sure his fashion was on point. Juarez, by contrast, looked like he’d just strolled in from a beach bar. Hawaiian shirt, jeans and sneakers. But that’s the thing about Juarez you could underestimate the pineapple print all you want. It wouldn’t stop him from being the deadliest man in the room. Maxwell arrived next, dressed head to toe in his priest outfit. Black shirt, Roman collar crisp, sleeves rolled up just enough to show he meant business. The irony never got old. A