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.]

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[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.]

[couldbeeeepthem.livejournal.com]

[Her voice is monotone, casual.]

Yes and no. Yes, she's been in the house all day. No, no one strange has been in the house. Though 'strange' is relative here.

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

Where is she then?

[Lady, he has absolutely no time for your bullshit. Don't you know your not!sister might have been slaughtered horribly?]

[couldbeeeepthem.livejournal.com]

In her room.

[Points to it.]

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

[And he'll head to it. And just stand there, shuddering, in the doorway.]

[couldbeeeepthem.livejournal.com]

...

What?

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

[His voice is a squeak. A whisper.]

How can you not see it?

[couldbeeeepthem.livejournal.com]

[Pokes her head in the room.]

You'll have to be more specific.

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

THE BLOOD! ON THE BED! HOW CAN YOU NOT SEE IT?!

[Commence him crazily waving and pointing at the completely unbloodied bed.]

[couldbeeeepthem.livejournal.com]

...

How troubling. I'm sorry to hear that.

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

...That's all you can say?

[Just...invading your personal space now, trying to get in your face.]

[couldbeeeepthem.livejournal.com]

[Calmly taking it.]

Mindy is alive and well. I have no reason to lie to you.

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

And how do I know that....

[Not backing down. At all. The distrust and paranoia is just wafting off him.]

[couldbeeeepthem.livejournal.com]

Since you can't seem to see her, I shall prove it.

I will go to Mindy, and have her write on my hand. Then I will return to you with the mark, proving she is well, you just are not able to see her.

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

Fine. Do it.

[Glower glower.]

/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?

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

[Sorry Mindy, he can't hear you. Or see you. In fact, he pretty much brushes by you, looking just terrified.]

Mindy, this isn't funny. You better not be hurt twerp, or so help me...

[And he'll be heading towards the bedrooms now. By god, he hopes you're hiding. Playing. That the town was lying when he got his phonecall.]

[friendly-ghosts.livejournal.com]

But.... I'm right here. I'm fine.

[She follows him, completely confused by his behavior.]

Pokey! Tell me what's wrong.

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

[Lalalalala, sorry Mindy. Pokey ain't allowed to see or sense you in any real way. He'll just eventually be fumbling towards your bedroom.

And then stop utterly cold, staring at your bed. His legs shake a little before he grabs the doorframe, steadying himself.

And he finally speaks. And its an odd, lilting tone, entirely unlike his usual, arrogance filled voice. It's weak, and terrified, and to sure of the blood-smeared bed he's seeing.]

...I'm sorry....that...wasn't fair.

I'm so...sorry...

[friendly-ghosts.livejournal.com]

[Oh, Mayfield, you are the cruelest place...]

Pokey.... Why are you sorry? What happened?

[She's getting scared now. What could possibly have happened to upset him that much?]

Please, answer me!

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

[Hope you weren't expecting an answer Mindy. He's just going to grip the doorframe a bit harder before eventually running off.

It almost sounds like he's crying.]

[friendly-ghosts.livejournal.com]

[She makes a desperate grab at the back of his shirt as he runs past her.]

No! Wait!

Awwwww.... :(

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

[Sorry Mindy. He can't sense you, so all that? He thinks he snagged on something. he doesn't know what or how, but he'll try to pull whatever is holding him off before continuing to run.]