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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[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!]