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.]

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[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.]

[strike-you-out.livejournal.com]

[And while you do that, he'll gladly sweep snow off the top of this mound he's laying on and down onto you with his hand.

Oddly enough, he is just staying there. It's the best place to see what you're doing, Pokey, and more specifically, how you're doing it.]

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

[Oh, you just think you're so funny, don't you? Well, get ready, cause Pokey's got a hand full of snow and he isn't afraid to use it.

Too can play at this game, you asshole, and he's got one of those watermelon sized balls himself. And here it comes at you! ...Incredibly, incredibly clumsily, considering he's throwing it one handed.]

[strike-you-out.livejournal.com]

[It doesn't hit him, at least not directly. But it does explode all over when it hits nearby.

Slugger shields his face and goes sliding back down to his side of the snow barricade where he'll be sitting at the bottom trying to shake the snow out of his sleeves, dammit.]

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

[Oh, the tables have turned moderately-possibly! He'll just start shoveling snow onto you now, Slugger.]</small. Yeah! How you like it, ugly!

[strike-you-out.livejournal.com]

[Alright. This conflict has been upgraded to battle! Slugger does what he does best, that is -- CHEAT, and vanishes easily into the wall of snow behind him. He has every intention of sneaking up on you from behind.]

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

[Oh, he kind of remembers this back from when he was chasing you with Josephine when he first got it back. He didn't know how you got away originally, but he's kinda figuring it's some kind of trick.

He doesn't know exactly how he's going to avoid this, but he's immediately going on the defensive. As in being paranoid, and trying to see wherever you are, hoping to catch you when you reappear.]

[strike-you-out.livejournal.com]

[Initiating paranoia sequence: phase 2!

A hand bursts from the snow and is suddenly latched to your ankle. Bet you've never had a snowball fight like this before. Unless it was in a graveyard with zombies?]

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

[Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck!

Yeah, he's screaming and trying to flail out of your grasp, which really only succeeds in forcing him onto the ground. But goddamn, if he doesn't want you to stop touching him, Slugger.]

[strike-you-out.livejournal.com]

[Then you're going to love what he does next. As soon as you're down, he lets go, but only for the second-and-a-half it takes him to emerge from the snowbank and, more or less, sit on you with one knee.

Now grabbing for your arm, he's determined to pull back the coat sleeve and presumably reveal... a stump. Curiosity compels him! Feeling violated yet, Pokey?]

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

[Well fuck, he's pinned and he knows it, so getting out of this? Not too likely.

He'll struggle some. Hell, he still doesn't want you on top of him Slugger. But at the same time? When you go for the hand, he'll just let you uncover it. He doesn't care if you know it's a stump or not. He'd been hiding it for other people's sake.]

Oh wow, you uncovered the friggin' riddle of the Sphinx. You must be so proud.

[He is not humiliated he is not humiliated he is not blinking back a few tears from embarrassment dammit!]

[strike-you-out.livejournal.com]

[Slugger releases the arm and climbs off. He doesn't appear to have noticed the tears, or if he has, his face remains blank. He's about to ask what happened but, at the last moment, settles on a different way of asking.]

Post-office?

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

Yep.

[Pokey just starts to right himself, dusting the snow off of him. Hell, no point covering the hand right now.]

[strike-you-out.livejournal.com]

Was it worth it?

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

Yes.

[strike-you-out.livejournal.com]

What is it? A space-time reformatter? [Okay, he made that up.]

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

[He's just going to stare for a moment before snickering, Slugger.]

Yeah, okay, one: you can't "reformat" space-time. Two, like I'm friggin' telling you.

[strike-you-out.livejournal.com]

...

I got you something.

[Digs in his coat pocket for a second before pulling out--

NOTHING! Except a middle finger. This trick is clearly ingenious.]

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

[Just overly raucous laughter at that, smiling as stupidly as possibly.]

Oh man that was a good one! Sure have never seen that before!

[strike-you-out.livejournal.com]

[DISTRACTION. This time he really does have something for you, Pokey.]

What about this?

[It's a handful of snow to the face. Here you go!]