60 - Phone/Action
Dec. 25th, 2011 01:45 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ceasetoexist[Phone - Filtered away from Black Mage]
Hey.
So, you know. I could shout and scream and rant at how people got suckered in by the town again, how I got suckered in again, how everyone got suckered in again by the town, but you know what? I actually have something more important to talk about.
Look. I dunno how many of you idiots heard, but there's a little kid here named Mindy. And, being a little kid, she thought she could fix everything by asking everyone coming together under the stupid Christmas Tree this town put up. She's just a kid, like eight or something, and so she thinks like a kid. And you know? As dumb as thinking that young is...she shouldn't have had what happened.
For those of you not in the know, some psycho killed her yesterday apparently and hung her corpse on the Christmas Tree. I don't know for sure, but I have a pretty good idea who that was, and if you'd like to have a talk with him I don't mind giving you a name and address for him.
...But she shouldn't have had what happened to her happen. Not even here, where half of us are psycho in some way anyway. A lot of us deserve to be here but she...she doesn't.
I'm not going to give her address out, not to most but...I guess what I'm asking is, if there's any chance I can get people to agree to maybe, I dunno, give her something small, like even a Christmas card or something I could give to her...I'd give it to her. The kid deserves at least that much for this bullcrap. She actually deserves a Christmas.
And you know? For what it's worth, even though I said I wasn't going to do it?
It was us the entire time. We weren't fakes. The town lied.
Surprise.
[Phone - Filtered to Picky]
Where. Are. You? Are you at home? You better be, and you better be safe, because I'm coming over, got it?
[Action - Locked to 945 Beulah]
[Hey folks living at 945? There's a blue-skinned, twelve-year old boy knocking at your door, a Christmas package under his arm. He kind of has a gift for his little friend, and he's damned determined to get it to her and see how she is.]
[Action - Around Town]
[Pokey can be found slowly walking around town, a large spider-mech following him. What used to be commonplace until September has only now started up again, but whereas he used to ride on the mech with gleeful abandon, destroying and smashing anything in front of him for fun, right now the walk is....calm. Like a boy having his dog, who had been sick for a while and was just now recovering, very slowly follow him.
Pokey had been pushing Josephine to her limits the last few days. Now he felt he just needed to let her recuperate. And as she follows, he says small words of encouragement.]
That's it. Just a little more girl. That's good...
[There are few things a boy has more love for than his dog, even if his dog is a giant, monstrous mech.]
Hey.
So, you know. I could shout and scream and rant at how people got suckered in by the town again, how I got suckered in again, how everyone got suckered in again by the town, but you know what? I actually have something more important to talk about.
Look. I dunno how many of you idiots heard, but there's a little kid here named Mindy. And, being a little kid, she thought she could fix everything by asking everyone coming together under the stupid Christmas Tree this town put up. She's just a kid, like eight or something, and so she thinks like a kid. And you know? As dumb as thinking that young is...she shouldn't have had what happened.
For those of you not in the know, some psycho killed her yesterday apparently and hung her corpse on the Christmas Tree. I don't know for sure, but I have a pretty good idea who that was, and if you'd like to have a talk with him I don't mind giving you a name and address for him.
...But she shouldn't have had what happened to her happen. Not even here, where half of us are psycho in some way anyway. A lot of us deserve to be here but she...she doesn't.
I'm not going to give her address out, not to most but...I guess what I'm asking is, if there's any chance I can get people to agree to maybe, I dunno, give her something small, like even a Christmas card or something I could give to her...I'd give it to her. The kid deserves at least that much for this bullcrap. She actually deserves a Christmas.
And you know? For what it's worth, even though I said I wasn't going to do it?
It was us the entire time. We weren't fakes. The town lied.
Surprise.
[Phone - Filtered to Picky]
Where. Are. You? Are you at home? You better be, and you better be safe, because I'm coming over, got it?
[Action - Locked to 945 Beulah]
[Hey folks living at 945? There's a blue-skinned, twelve-year old boy knocking at your door, a Christmas package under his arm. He kind of has a gift for his little friend, and he's damned determined to get it to her and see how she is.]
[Action - Around Town]
[Pokey can be found slowly walking around town, a large spider-mech following him. What used to be commonplace until September has only now started up again, but whereas he used to ride on the mech with gleeful abandon, destroying and smashing anything in front of him for fun, right now the walk is....calm. Like a boy having his dog, who had been sick for a while and was just now recovering, very slowly follow him.
Pokey had been pushing Josephine to her limits the last few days. Now he felt he just needed to let her recuperate. And as she follows, he says small words of encouragement.]
That's it. Just a little more girl. That's good...
[There are few things a boy has more love for than his dog, even if his dog is a giant, monstrous mech.]
[phone]
Date: 2011-12-27 01:34 am (UTC)But--how could she get Christmas presents if she's dead?
[phone]
Date: 2011-12-27 04:51 am (UTC)Death isn't permanent. You die here, you come back the next day.
[phone]
Date: 2011-12-28 03:18 am (UTC)[phone]
Date: 2011-12-28 04:31 am (UTC)Why would I lie about this to you?
[phone]
Date: 2011-12-29 05:01 am (UTC)If... a friend of mind was interested in getting something... where would he be able to drop it off?
[phone]
Date: 2011-12-29 05:20 am (UTC)...Have a friend leave it at 502 Ricardo.
[phone]
Date: 2011-12-29 06:05 am (UTC)[Izumo brusquely hangs up, though it's not out of intentional rudeness. But later in the day, appearing on the porch of 502 Ricardo in a little paper bag with tissue paper and all, is a pair of large, satiny clip-on bows; one vibrant red, and the other deep blue. There's no name on it anywhere, either from or to, but it protip: it's not from "a friend."]