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

[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.]

B, then probably C

[puzzlerprince.livejournal.com]

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

[couldbeeeepthem.livejournal.com]

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

[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!

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.]

...

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."