04 - Really Horrible Things

[imjustpicky]

Backdated to Saturday, November 12th

[Action - 7132 Brooks Lane, morning]

[Picky had been going out the door to enjoy a nice morning, but then he had found a severed drone head in a box on the doorstep. This was something so far out of his range of comprehension that he had dropped it, screamed at the top of his lungs, and then bolted back inside.]

AAAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!

[...and he's still screaming. The horror of it has yet to wear off.]

Key-Fu! KEY-FU!!!

[He was the only real person in here. The only real adult. Surely he could do something.]

[Phone]

[Picky's panic had not quite subsided by the time had made his way to the phone. He was so rattled that he forgot to ask the operator to speak to anyone in particular. He was just blurting.]

Someone put a HEAD in a BOX on our FRONT STEP!!! S-someone k-killed the... they... they put a... a...

That kid asked to play with me! And now he's...!

[He sounds like he's ready to burst into tears.]

Comments

Handwave?

[hardhat-truckie.livejournal.com]

(Engie can't help but smile to himself as he watches Finch run to get ready. It reminds him of his daughter back home, to be honest. His work required him to be away a lot, so whenever he got back he'd always make sure to take her out somewhere nice. She'd rush off to get ready, simply because their time together was too few and too far apart. He remembers fondly that she even once put on a mix-matched pair of shoes in her excitement.

His smile slowly turns sad. He really does miss her, a lot.)

Ayup, sounds good to me.

[imjustpicky]

[Picky is quite quick to get himself dressed. And his shoes even match, to his credit.]

Okay! I'm ready!

...you okay, Engie?

[That smile wasn't completely happy. But what would Engie have to be sad about? Adults don't always talk about these things, though... Picky is already holding the front door open for him, so they can head out.]

[hardhat-truckie.livejournal.com]

Hmm? Oh, I'm fine, don't worry about me.

(His troubles are his own, Finch. He doesn't want to bother you with them.)

Come on, let's go watch that movie!

(And off they go. The movie was enjoyable to Engie; a bit too similar to the bugs mess they had in Mayfield, but it wasn't too bad. And yes, there was popcorn involved. With lots of butter. And there was soda too, or whatever they sold at cinames in the 1950s.)