Golf Practice

[ceasetoexist]

[Throughout the day, you're going to notice a twelve-year old boy on top of the roof of his house at Ricardo Street with a five iron. He appears to be hitting golf balls off the top of the roof, bored and simply trying to find something to do.

Only it's going to become fairly obvious soon that they aren't golf balls he's hitting, especially after the first poor hit and the fact that a glass bottle smashes to the ground. Apparently, he's just hitting assorted, somewhat dangerous trash off the top instead of actual golf balls.

Thankfully, he doesn't appear to be trying to aim at people with his swing.

Yet.]

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[a-gentlelight.livejournal.com]

[Gash has to stop wandering around Mayfield some day. Seriously, what kind of 'parents' let their kid run around without proper supervision?

Well, aside from the fact that he usually sneaks out when they aren't looking.

Ahem.]

Uuu... Unu? [Hey, there! Surely he remembers this little annoyance -- this annoyance now peering up at the roof where awfully dangerous things are being smashed off.]

What are you doing?

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

[He just peers over the side of the roof and groans. He'd never actually seen what the kid looked like before, but he looks just as absurdly naive as his previous conversations had made him think.]

What's it look like, genius? I'm golfing.

[a-gentlelight.livejournal.com]

Ohhh! "Golfing"? Sounds like fun! [Yes, he is now scrambling up the side of the house, trying to get a better look.]

Can I try? I've never played that before!

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

[Is...kinda looking dumbstruck at the kid scrambling up his house, but he quickly reasserts a frown and folds his arms in front of his chest.]

Nope. I only have enough stuff for me. Get your own.

[a-gentlelight.livejournal.com]

[Ah-ha. He has made it to the top!]

Uuuu... but what if I got my own? Could I play with you, then?

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

Naw. I don't play with others, kid.

[a-gentlelight.livejournal.com]

Nuu. Why not? It's lots of fun. Far more fun than being all by yourself!

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

Cause other people are boring, and agitating, and I don't really care for 'em.

Like you, for instance. I don't remember saying you could come up on top of my house, do you?

[a-gentlelight.livejournal.com]

That's just some people. Besides, you have to look past those things and see the good in their hearts!

Ouuu. That's not very nice; this isn't your house anyway. It's your parents'.

[glowbrighter.livejournal.com]

[Hey, remember your drunken brosis? You just hit her in the head with a piece of trash. Possibly a beer can or something similar for irony. AND HERE SHE'S WAS BEING A NICE, SOBER LITTLE REVERSE TRAP.]

OW!

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

[Just laughter as he peers at to see what he hit.]

Need to learn to watch out when you're on the range, kid! Stuff like that happens all the time!

[glowbrighter.livejournal.com]

[Youuuuuuuuu buttmunch. She rubs her head and looks around at ground-level, glaring. Feels bad man.]

Where's that voice coming from?!

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

[Not so nice when he doesn't feel bad about taking advantage of a little girl's helplessness, is he?

He whistles and peers over the side of the roof.]

Up here, squirt. See me now?

[glowbrighter.livejournal.com]

[Snaps her gaze up and glowers at you. Is in such a bad mood right now I don't even.]

Th' heck are you doin' up there, kid? Throwing stuff at people? That's not nice, not-

...wait, you look kinda familiar.

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

Kid? Bigger than you, runtsack, and-

...Aren't you the drunk kid I ran into a couple of weeks ago?

[glowbrighter.livejournal.com]

[Some of the confusion on her face clears, if not the irritation. Yup, that was probably her.]

Uh...yeah, yeah. That would be me. Who're you?

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

We never exchanged names, but I was the guy who cleaned you up a little after you face planted in the dirt. [Laughter.] Which was pretty funny, I gotta admit.

[makemebreakfast.livejournal.com]

[Arcueid deftly dodges a crumpled can. She follows it's possible trajectory, finding a young boy on the roof with a golf club.]

Hey! What're you doing up there?

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

Golfing.

You got a problem with that?

[makemebreakfast.livejournal.com]

[Arcueid disappears around the side of the house...and a short moment later is suddenly up on the roof...as if she had just...HOPPED up there.]

I didn't hear you, what?

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

[He stumbles backwards a little bit at first, clearly surprised, but starts regaining his composure. He's had weirder things happen to him before.]

I said I was golfing. And I don't remember inviting you up on top of my house.

[makemebreakfast.livejournal.com]

...what's that thing they always say in America? "It's a free country?"

But...that looks like fun! Can I try?

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

Yeah, they also have something in America called "private property". Guess what a house is. That means I can tell you to get out.

[Harumphs a little, crossing his arms.]

These are all mine. Why would I let someone else take them from me? Find your own and your own place to play.

[makemebreakfast.livejournal.com]

[Completely ignoring that first statement because it's BORING.]

Aw...but I don't have one of those golf clubs.

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

Well that's just your bad luck, isn't it? I have one, and you don't.

[He sticks out his tongue at her, making a little "nyeh" sound as he does.]