Winter is For Snowball Fights

[ceasetoexist]

[Pokey may not be a Christmas person, but by God, he is most certainly a winter person.

Today if you're passing by the park, you can find the little psycho running around, building up a rather large mound of snow in front of himself. He doesn't appear to be doing much else at first, just diligently building that mound up which, considering he currently only has one hand to work with, takes some time and dedication. But he is just happy as hell to do it anyway, apparently, grinning the entire time. This is the (A) event you can feel free to catch him on.

Now comes some real fun with the (B) event. Now that his mighty little mountain has been constructed, it's time for Pokey to begin his assault. Specifically? He's tossing a snowball at anyone who walks by. It really doesn't matter who you are or what you're doing. Just moving past him and his glorious Mount Asshole is enough to earn you a snowball to the face. Have fun dealing with that crap anyway you can.]

Comments

[enviousmath.livejournal.com]

Does it? ...Well, everyone has their preferences. [She glances at the kicked bucket, before turning back to Pokey.] So you're going to continue like this until the snow melts?

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

[He just gives a small smirk.]

I don't see why not.

[And he hadn't pegged a lot of people he wanted to peg yet, either.]

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

[It'll still hit Pokey in the leg. But this time? Pokey doesn't retaliate. Instead, he'll just finish closing the distance before stopping in front of him. He's still in a good humor for him, but it's clear he's a little irritable.]

Hey.

Don't hold back in a snowball fight, mister.

[enviousmath.livejournal.com]

Be careful who you hit then. I've had my daughter pelt me with snowballs before, so I don't mind it, but others might not be as welcoming to the holiday season as you are.

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

[He just gives a small "psh" at that.]

You don't need to worry about me. I know how to take care of myself.

[enviousmath.livejournal.com]

I believe you. [And she honestly does.]

Hey, Pokey, I have a question.

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

Really?!

[And he is just taken off-guard by that. it didn't sound like you were leading him on, and he just looks on in shock that someone's trusting him when he says that. Though, he quickly rights himself, going back to his more passive expression.]

Yeah, well, you're smart. Of course you believe me.

Yeah? What is it?

[enviousmath.livejournal.com]

[She giggles a little at the outburst, but quiets down not too soon after. Oh Pokey you're so adorable.]

I've been saving up money for presents and I was wondering what you might like?

[pants-yourmove.livejournal.com]

"If you insist. I'll give you a head start to get back to your fort then I am going to start throwing."

[strike-you-out.livejournal.com]

[It strikes its target. Square in the side of the head.

Slugger pauses mid-step but nothing more, not even a startle or a move to brush off the snow. Nearly three full seconds pass before he slowly, ominously turns in the direction of the snow hill.]

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

What?

[Sorry, just kind of...standing in shock for a moment, Kyrie.]

...Umm...well...I guess some tools'd be nice, considering...uuh...a bunch of the junk I work on. That or if you find like...any kind of book worth reading in this stupid town...

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

[And Slugger'll catch the sight of a fat, blue kid trying to scramble behind the mound. Shit. Shit. This was a baaaaaad idea.]

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

[Pokey looks like he almost wants to argue that too, but he'll let it slide. And off he goes, running back towards his fort to get ready for another round.]

[enviousmath.livejournal.com]

[She makes a thoughtful hum. Books...she can't really find any books that aren't on cleaning and cooking, so that's out of the question. As for tools, she can just swipe some from her drone husband.]

What kind of tools specifically?

[pants-yourmove.livejournal.com]

[[Now he is throwing harder. Launching one to let Pokey know what to expect and then preparing to pack another for the real game.]]

[strike-you-out.livejournal.com]

[A flash of blue ducking down behind the snow pile does not go unnoticed. Do you really think you can hide, Pokey~? Do you?! Slugger takes his time in striding up to the snow fort. He then ducks down and sneaks up to the opposite side of the wall where he rolls some snowballs of his own.

It's awfully quiet right now. He hopes you're finished pissing yourself back there because a pair of snowballs, plus two more, are dropping from the sky onto your side of the barricade.]

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

[He thinks for a moment. He wants to say power tools, but yeah...he's doubting that'll be well received.]

Mainly screwdrivers and wrenches. Pliers too. ...Something to cut metal with would be great, as well. I have some stuff, but the more the better, honestly.

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

[Oh shit, oh God, what is the psycho going to do? Oh Jesus, please let me...

Oh. Snowballs. Hitting him on top of the head. Okay. Hell, we can do snowballs.

He'll just smile for a minute, packing another one, before starting to throw snowballs back.]

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

[That one hits him in the side, and the kid loses his balance for a moment before righting himself. Well, damn. You kinda pack a wallop, huh?

Pokey'll hide behind his little mount to pack a moderate amount of balls before trying to return fire. Hell, he'll have to hit you at least once with how many he has at ready to throw quickly.]

[strike-you-out.livejournal.com]

[Pokey may notice a lack of return-fire. This is because Slugger, on his side of the wall, is packing his efforts into a snowball the size of a small watermelon. Sure, he gets pelted on the back of the head a few times, but its just more snow for his project.

Soon he's rolling it up the side of the barricade toward the top where he plans to push it over and onto your head. He has a good idea of whereabout you are, but to be sure, he has to flatten down and carefully risk peeking over...]

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

[Yeah, not noticing you, Slugger. He's too busy snickering to himself and working on rolling more snowballs to use to look up above him. You got yourself a pretty clear shot, son.]

[strike-you-out.livejournal.com]

[It can't get any sweeter than this. Slugger's grin threatens to split his face in two as he quietly moves the snowmelon into position directly above the unsuspecting victim's head. He gives it a light shove and then it's bombs away...]

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

[And just as quickly, Pokey's head is utterly covered in snow. Hell, he sounds like some of it got in his throat and he's practically gagging from it. After he finally gets all that shit wiped away from his face, he is just going to glare his fat little ass off at you Slugger.]

Bastard.

[strike-you-out.livejournal.com]

[Glare it up. Slugger's just going to grin down at you, amused. Care to retaliate?

Also, he's noticed something a bit peculiar about you, Pokey, and it might have sparked his interest. Expect to be harassed.]

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

[Oh, he's just going to make the biggest friggin' snowball ever. Oh, you thought that was cute? Just you wait. Icy vengeance will be his.

It'll just take him awhile, since he's working with one hand. Also? He expects you to just stay there, for some stupid reason.]