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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[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.]

[makemebreakfast.livejournal.com]

Boy, you're just a mean little human aren't you?

[Arcueid is sticking her tongue out and making the same "nyeh" sound as well.]

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

Yeah, I am. Anything else to add to that?

[makemebreakfast.livejournal.com]

Nope!

I'll get my own golf club...and I'll send stuff across town right into your mean little head.

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

Pfft! Fine then! You do that, you big frickin' baby!

[And he's turning around, head in the air, not willing to listen to much more of your whining.]

[makemebreakfast.livejournal.com]

Oh, I'm being a baby? You're just a stupid brat.

[With that, Arcueid begins hopping along the roofs of the neighborhood...heading downtown to find her OWN damn golf club.]

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

[Just watches her go, going back to his game.

Some people.]

[makemebreakfast.livejournal.com]

[[OOC: How long is Pokey gonna be up there? >:3]]

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

[OOC: Oh, pretty much all day.]

[makemebreakfast.livejournal.com]

[So, a couple of hours later or so...Pokey might notice an actual golf ball bouncing off of his roof pretty close to where he's standing.]

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

[Just backs a little, just looking at the ball and the spot for a moment.]

What the-?

[makemebreakfast.livejournal.com]

[Oh crap there's another one! It hits really wide to the side of him...but still bounces off the roof. There is probably nobody on roofs around anywhere within sight.]

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

[Just looks confounded at this bullcrap. What nonsense trickery is this. He glowers out over the neighborhood.]

Yeah, ha ha ha, very funny! I'm not AIMING for anyone, so how about you just let ME play my game in peace?

Jackass.

[makemebreakfast.livejournal.com]

[One last golf ball hits the roof...probably a mere few inches away from Pokey's foot...but then they seem to stop. After about 15 minutes or so Arcueid has suddenly jumped onto Pokey's roof again. She has a golf club rested on her shoulder.]

Did I hit you?

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

Almost!

Jeez, how far away were you? I mean, where were you hiding?

[Totally unfazed by her sudden appearance this time. After he sees something once, it's hard for him to be shocked by it again.]

[makemebreakfast.livejournal.com]

Oh...I was a few streets down.

I didn't know if you would have moved...or if you were even still here...so I just aimed for the general direction of your house.

And I almost hit you? That's pretty good. I've never even played golf before.

[She's not mentioning the fact that she probably hit an insane amount of golf balls trying.]

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

Well, golly jeepers, I'm so glad you're excited you almost hit me!

[makemebreakfast.livejournal.com]

Hey, I told you I would!

That's what little kids get when they're mean, you know. Sometimes they get whipped with a switch, too.

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

I'm not a little kid, for frick's sake! I'm twelve years old! Twelve!

[His true age, at least. Through accumulation from time travel, he's near 400 or so years old.]