Joy Unto You And A Merry Christmas Too

[ceasetoexist]

[Hey Mayfield, you ever seen a fat kid tear ass on foot through newly fallen snow? Well, todays your chance if you haven't before. You've got a few choices for how to interact with Pokey today.]

A. On His Way To 945 Beulah Street

[Hey 945 Beulah Street. You've got a visitor today, knocking rapidly, and obnoxiously on your door. You may want to answer it, because if Pokey decides you're taking too long for his tastes, he has absolutely no problem with trying to bash one of your windows in to try and get in. Feel free to catch him doing either.]

B. Phone

[When he speaks, his voice is lower then usual. Angrier too. And that last one's saying something.]

So did anyone get anything nice for Christmas? No, they didn't, did they?

And what did you idiots expect. Of course we didn't. The town decided to kick us while we're down again, just like we knew it would. Running out of creative steam, huh town? What's going to be your next friggin' trick, giving us each a monkey's paw and seeing how we screw ourselves.

I've had it. I've had it I've had it I've had it. So screw it.

She's right next door. I'm going to give her her comeuppance. Feel free to join me if you want.

C. Being an Absolute Dumbass

[If you're on Ricardo Street, feel free to notice Pokey standing on top of his mech, not across from his own house, but 501 Ricardo. The Smith House. And he's just shivering. But not from cold. He pauses for a moment before screaming.]

Hey! You little witch! I know you're in there, aren't you? I bet you're just laughing and laughing and laughing! Well, I'm tired of it. "

You've got a minute to come out before I blow your friggin' house up. Maybe it won't matter much, but it'll at least be an inconvenience. Who knows, maybe it'll be too much for even you to stop and I'll get lucky.

So how about you do us both a favor and get your scrawny little psychic witch butt out here before I...uuuuh....inconvenience you...

[Wow, this sounded a lot more threatening in his head.]

Comments

C

[enviousmath.livejournal.com]

[Kyrie only got some coal, suppressing her urges to write to Santa this time, but she heard Pokey's call and got a good idea where he was heading to. She's going there to calm him down, but she took the shotgun just in case something happens to him and he needs help.]

Pokey!

C. headed to bed after this, will continue more responses tomorrow

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

[Just turning his head towards you Kyrie. Check out his badass spider mech. Pretty sweet huh?

Also check out just how emotionless he's made himself in a few seconds after screaming out. His voice is just dead flat.]

Here to help?

[enviousmath.livejournal.com]

[She just sort of ignores that giant thing for now, more focused on him and his breaking sanity.]

No. I'm here to stop you from getting yourself killed.

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

I'm not going to die. And who cares if I do? I'll just came back.

C

[bewarethedoc.livejournal.com]

[Glancing out the window and-- WHAT IN HELL IS THAT THING.]

[Is that sweet ride yours, Pokey? You are officially the strangest little 12-year-old he's ever met. But you've got cool weaponry there. So, plus one in his book.]


[... It also helps that you are now making bait of yourself. Richtofen can watch from the sidelines, out of harm's way. It's not like he has anything to fight with anyway.]

C

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

[Not noticing you right now Richtofen. You're the least of his worries, or interests, at the moment. He's got much more pressing business to attend to.

Namely, yelling and screaming like a psychotic little turd.]

I said get OUT HERE! Or do you just want me to blow up your house that bad, Lucy!

C

[bewarethedoc.livejournal.com]

[He has no idea how this will turn out. Richtofen grabs the biggest knife he could find from the kitchen and steps quietely out onto the front porch.]

[Totally to support you, and not at all to get a better view.]

B, then probably C

[puzzlerprince.livejournal.com]

And just what the hell do you think that will prove?

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

Retribution.

[puzzlerprince.livejournal.com]

...

[Tragic!Past Edward has nothing to argue with there.]

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

Anything else?

[couldbeeeepthem.livejournal.com]

[The door to 935 opens... and there stands a girl dressed all in black, staring down at you.]

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

[Pardon him, he's just going to start pushing his way past you, frantically.]

Mindy! If you're here, answer me!

[couldbeeeepthem.livejournal.com]

...

[Follows]

And a Merry Christmas to you too.

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

[And not a fuck is given right now, Saki. He'll just keep pressing on.]

Have you seen Mindy anywhere today. Has anyone strange been inside the house that you've caught in here?

[And his little voice is just so full of authority it's nauseating.]

/threadjack ^^;

[friendly-ghosts.livejournal.com]

[Mindy is at home, actually. She was trying to coax the angry kitten from under the table. But then she finally gets some good news. Pokey has come to spend Christmas with her. Like they promised.]

Pokey!

[She's running over happily. But stops when she sees the look on his face.]

Whats wrong?

[nessbound.livejournal.com]

[There's a strange noise echoing through the streets.. It is quite familiar to Pokey, and it's no surprise to him, I imagine, when he sees the end result of the awful din.

In a blast of smoke and fire, a silhouette of a charred and burned young boy now stands beside Pokey. Beneath the ash on his face, the angry scowl upon the boy's face was unmistakeably recognizable. Ness had gotten his teleportation power back.. well, some what.

His hands were clenched firm, almost to the point of breaking the skin with his nails. His voice was horse, screeching out to the house which he and his comrade now stood before.]

"YOU! YOU SACK OF CRAP! GET OUT HERE RIGHT NOW! I'M GONNA' WIPE THIS ENTIRE STREET WITH YOUR FACE AND ASS! HINAWA.. FLINT.. CLAUS.. EVERY ONE FROM TAZMILLY IS DEAD BECAUSE OF YOU! I'M NOT SOME CRYBABY WHO'S GONNA' JUST SIT HERE AND TAKE THIS! COME ON OUT YOU CRAZY PSYCHO BITCH! NOW!

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

[The teleportation? Naw, Pokey was used to that by this point. Really, there was very little PSI, especially from you, that could surprise him by this point, or that he wouldn't recognize if Ness used it.

But the outright anger? That kind of took Pokey by surprise. And confusion. Tazmilly? He'd never heard of that before. He didn't remember it from Ness' journey, unless it was part of Magicant, which Pokey hadn't been privy to see what would be there. But those names...if he was less confused, or angry, he'd have remembered Lucas mentioning them. But that doesn't come to mind. Not know. And for the moment, he's just stunned, before he lowers his gaze and glowers back at the house.]

Little bitch screwed you too, huh?

[nessbound.livejournal.com]

[Ness shoots him a rather agitated glare. Man, he had NEVER looked this pissed off before.. as a matter of fact, Ness has NEVER looked pissed before!]

She's mine.

[In Ness' hands he clenches a Mayfield Slugger, a crude looking wooden bat he found in his closet. It would do the trick, all right.]

C

[strike-you-out.livejournal.com]

[Have another onlooker (in whatever order you choose to have your onlookers). This one is just standing there in the snow looking pale and a little out of it. In his hand he's carrying a pair of rollerblades. One can imagine how wet and cold his feet must be. Slugger doesn't seem to care.]

...

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

[He doesn't notice you at first Slugger. He's too busy ranting and raving at the house in front of him. But when he turns to take a breath? His eyes just lock on you. Staring. And his lips part.]

You....

[And that little whisper soon becomes a roar.]

It was you, wasn't it? It wasn't her, it was you! You're the one who killed her! It was you.

[strike-you-out.livejournal.com]

[The haziness lifts as confusion sets in. Hallucinating again, Pokey? Do you need to be hit in the-- NO! The memories. Hitting you would just be one more memory that will-- nngh!]

Killed... her. Killed who?

B

[pants-yourmove.livejournal.com]

"Hey.

Was yours bad too? I guess they lied. I didn't get anything that bad except for a lie."

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

Bad?

[Just short, bitter laughter.]

That's putting it lightly.

What lie they feed you?

Feel free to drop this tag, holiday times hiatus happened >.<

[pants-yourmove.livejournal.com]

"They told me they granted my wish..."