Pulp Fiction Costume Ideas Novels & Stories

Ruan murmured, his voice a low vibration that made the hair on my neck stand up. I looked at my reflection in the tinted window of the black SUV we had swapped the bikes for. Gone were the blood-stained scrubs and the oversized hoodie. Thanks to Marta and some quick connections Ruan had in the city, I was now wearing a dress that cost more than my first car. It was a deep, emerald green silk that clung to every curve like a second skin, the slit up the side showing just enough leg to be dangerous. My hair, usually tied back in a messy knot, cascaded down my shoulders in dark waves.

“Mom! Where’s my black jacket? The one with the hood?” “Who wants to know?” “Me, Jacob! Ashley has his!” “You never wear it, so I hung it in the basement!” “Shit.” “What did you say?” “I said, dang it.” “Uh-huh.” Ashley got his leather jacket, a tight white T-shirt, and blues jeans he could roll up the cuffs on and a pair of black motorcycle boots. This would be his 1950's street-tough costume. Jacob wanted his black hooded jacket to dress up as a serial killer with a ghost face mask and a huge plastic butcher knife. Both had torn their room to pieces trying to find everything.

We had it all down and reviewed my identity again before changing into our attire for the evening. My gown was at least not hideous. I had to take what I could fit from the packs we raided and came away with an off-the-shoulder empire waisted dress in a pale pink that wasn’t too awful. Since Teddy was always planning on coming he had a nice suit that was tailored to fit him perfectly. We came up with an official looking uniform for our guard from bits and pieces we altered after our raids. All in all we at least looked the part enough that we would be fine if we remained unobtrusive.

I called one of Peter’s apprentices. He ran towards my side, slightly bowing his head and waiting for my order. Bragging his well-toned biceps just wearing a ripped sleeveless shirt, knee level shorts and a high cut converse. I assume from his way of clothing he wasn’t able to join his gang in abducting Nate. While Peter and his other members are in an all-black leather concept. So classic gangster style if you ask me.

At that moment, the dream I had where Abdul pushed me down a cliff had come to my mind. "Cut! That was great. Thank you Labeebah. That was great. That's the wrap for today." I nod and get up from my position, Zainab runs over with an overcoat that she had been sensible to bring. She was dressed herself in a big sweater. My costume is a dyed blue high neck a-line gown slit at the sides to allow freedom and a white cotton pair of trousers, the scarf, another cotton white soft material that the makeup people looped around my head in a style that looked complicated and allowed a small portion of the scarf to fall down my left shoulder.

"Youth of this generation... Rags on their skin, all in the name of costumes." Vivian whispered, "We better get out of here. These people have a point." She gestured to their tattered clothes. "You're dressed in rags with no underwear, and there are holes exposing your skin. I'm wearing a dead man's clothes, and it's got holes and bloodstains on it. Then Leo is cosplaying the devil's brother." Leo poked his finger at his chest. "This is an honorable outfit in the underworld." Alice rolled her eyes. "Then we'll go shoplifting. Unless either of you have better ideas."

He pulled up at the packing lot across the road from the cinema as the packing lot directly next to the cinema was already filled up. "You really have a death wish, don't you?" Theron scoffed as I got off. "What can I say? You make me feel like I can challenge death." I smirked, adjusting my shirt. For this evening, I had decided to dress in some clothes I bought myself. Not that there was anything wrong with the ones I had inherited from Granny. I just wanted a change of style, something more me. Which happened to be a baggy sky blue Long sleeve on cream coloured pants, and sneakers for my feet

One would think they had been drinking for a while without knowing that it was just at the beginning of the party. I passed through them, curious to test what I was experiencing and true to my thoughts, they had no clue I was there whatsoever. They didn't even shake one bit and I knew that they were completely clueless about my presence. ''That'll make it easier.'' Just then, i saw myself from the past walking in dressed in a tight black pants and a pink shirt that spelt ''Fuck you''. That was what the typical Regina would wear but now, I wasn't down for any of that. All that was on my mind now was my revenge mission and how to move ahead with it.

To prove my identity, I took off the faded apron and revealed a black velvet gown embroidered with subtle dark gold rose patterns underneath—the most prestigious pattern in the mafia world. This was a one-of-a-kind custom gown made for the Donna. I thought this would be enough to prove who I was, but Lina merely curled her lips into a sly smile. Covering her mouth dramatically, she exclaimed loudly, "Where'd you dig that rag up? It's in tatters, and you still want to show it off?" Only then did I notice that the hem of the gown had somehow been ripped in several places. Paul barked loudly, "You're just a crazy lady! Get lost right now!"

I looked at Frank through the bars of the cage. His skin looked paler than that of Ben, and his eyes had a darker hue. His lips looked as though they were painted red, and his thin body structure made him look as if he lacked the strength to fight, but that wasn’t the case, as I could see that he was brimming with energy and self-confidence. He was wearing a black gown that was worn by people in the eighteenth century. “How old-fashioned these vampires are. They know hardly anything about the prevailing fashion and trends. He would look like an idiot if he happened to be in the human world.” I thought to myself, trying to hide the laughter that was trying to show on my face.