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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[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.]

[makemebreakfast.livejournal.com]

Twelve? Aww...practically all grown up now aren't you?

I still think you could use a good whipping with a nice switch, though.

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

And I think you can take what you think and shove it, sister.

[makemebreakfast.livejournal.com]

...

[Arcueid doesn't look like she quite liked that statement. She's produced one last golf ball, and she slowly sets it on the roof. She then slowly positions herself, looking as if she's going to take a point-blank shot at Pokey.]

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

[He backs off nervously, biting his lip.]

...Okay, see, I think you might be taking this the wrong way. See, you're kinda really sensitive to what I was saying, and I was just playing...

[makemebreakfast.livejournal.com]

[Arcueid stays frozen in that position for a long moment...before suddenly smiling and resting her club on her shoulder.]

Okay! As long as you were just playing.

[That smile says "and it had best stay that way."]

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

[He smiles back nervously.]

Yeah...just...just playing. Think you might wanna go...go home how?

[makemebreakfast.livejournal.com]

Hmmm.

Yea, I guess so. I'm hungry.

We'll play again someday! [Arcueid gives a wave, then hops off over the rooftops...leaving the golf ball siting on the roof in front of Pokey.]

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

[He just watches her leave, before looking at the golf ball. ...He doesn't hit it with the club, but rather just kicks it off the roof, as if wanting to get it away from him.]