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

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

Okay. Good.

[He'll take it and get rid of it. Simple and practical. Done.]

Just...stay in the house at the moment.

[And, about fifteen, twenty minutes later, Pokey will have removed the box and be knocking on Picky's door.]

[imjustpicky]

I-I'm not going out there! There's a guy who chops off heads out there!

[This time, when Pokey shows up at the house, there's no opening the door and savoring the moment of reunion. Picky is instead grabbing his brother by the hand and pulling him inside, if he's not moving fast enough.]

It was really gross! It was awful and gross and there was blood and, and people on the phone were thinking it was cool! Aaah!

[He had apparently bottled up a few things during those fifteen-twenty minutes.]

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

[Good. Least you're smart enough to do that, Picky. Pokey isn't thrilled when you decide to just drag him in the house, and he fights back just on principle. Uh-uh. That's not how this works.

And oh for-he rolls his eyes as Picky goes on.]

Of course it was gross! All cool things are kinda gross!

[And yes, a head getting cut off is still kinda cool. But at least now? He feels somewhat guilty saying that.]

...There's some freaks out there. I warned you. You don't have any clue who could have done it?

[imjustpicky]

[Did Pokey just say that a head in a box was cool? He said that. He totally said that.

It really shouldn't be surprising, knowing his brother, but it's just out of step with what he's used to...]

It's a lot cooler in... in movies, than for real.

[Never mind. Forget it. Picky shakes his head.]

I don't know! There was a tag on it! "For my neighbor" or, or something! B-but there was no name.

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

[Crap. You little nerd, he didn't mean to upset you.]

....Keep on eye out on the people in this street. It could mean a real psycho has moved in to this neighborhood.

[imjustpicky]

I'll keep an eye out. I'll keep an eye out!

[And he nods very, very seriously.]

...aren't there new people coming in? The phones have been busy.

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

Yeah. This is about the time of month more people come in so, yeah. Someone new moved in.

[He shifts for a moment, awkwardly.]

...You want me to stay for awhile?

[imjustpicky]

Someone bad moved in, maybe...

[He nods more.]

Yeah... could you stay? Just to make sure nothing happens...?

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

It's not a maybe. It's a "they did". What other kind of person would go around putting heads in boxes?

[Pokey sighs and runs a hand across his face in irritation, but a good deal of it is show. Really, he's terrified about what kind of psycho might be living next to his little brother, but he can't show that.]

...Yeah. Alright. Let me go get my stuff, okay.

[imjustpicky]

[He tried to think of an answer or a retort. None was coming. So he chose to frown and ignore the matter entirely.]

Okay. Okay, sure. I'll be okay! I will.

[He's peeking out the blinds and peering up and down the street in a way that he hopes is inconspicuous. It's probably not very inconspicuous.]

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

[Wow Picky you are just a master as disguising your feelings. Pokey rolls his eyes as Picky looks out at the street.]

C'mon nerd, you can come help me get my stuff.

[imjustpicky]

Wha? I can? [The thought hadn't occurred to him. Not at all. But with the offer proposed, he was all over that. He'd be safe with Pokey. Nothing bad could happen.

And he'd totally need help bringing all his stuff over.]

Okay! Uh, what kind of stuff? Are you going to stay over?

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

I don't know? Can you? Some of my stuff might be pretty hard to carry.

Maybe I can't stay over cause you can't carry enough.

[imjustpicky]

I can carry enough! I can carry LOTS! [That is some excellent little brother manipulation, there. Well done.]

Whatever you've gotta bring, I'll help! I can do it!

...except for Josephine, she's too heavy.

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

You can't?

[Pokey gives a look of mock displeasure, before snorting.]

Psh. Forget it then. Guess I can't come over.

[imjustpicky]

Hey!

[Whether was just pulling his leg or he REALLY mean it, it couldn't go unprotested. He stomped a foot and threw his hands into the air and shouted.]

You can't even lift her! That's not fair! Not fair at ALL!

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

[Pokey snickers at that, smirking. Yeah, you haven't changed much to reacting to teasing.]

Calm down doofus. Fine. We'll make an exception. You don't have to carry Josephine.

[Just a lot of the other crap.]

[imjustpicky]

Fine! I'll carry LOTS of stuff. You'll see!

[As far as Picky is concerned, this is a victory. No matter how much crap he winds up having to lug across town.]