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.]

Comments

[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.]