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

[Phone - Filtered]

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

[Oh goddammit Picky. Why have you already started getting heads in boxes? And since you're the only person to be calling about this, Pokey's going to assume it isn't just the town fucking around.]

You're at your house, right?

Stay there, runt. I'm coming over.

[Phone]

[meltdowning.livejournal.com]

The world's not a very pleasant place, sorry to say.

You should consider yourself--and the other brat--lucky that we don't stay dead in this place.

[phone]

[666doc.livejournal.com]

Wicked.

Phone ☆

[withavividheart.livejournal.com]

A head-.

[ Vivio's never heard of this. She doesn't know this kid either. But she's not going to ignore him. ]

My name is Vivio Takamachi. Want me to come over? I can see about... getting rid of the. The head.

[phone]

[flameyedhunter.livejournal.com]

Stay Calm, picky.... Where are you? [ Mou, it just had to be Pokey's brother, didn't it? ]

phone

[ofoz.livejournal.com]

Don't cry.

Action (After all the other tags)

[monk-of-keyfu.livejournal.com]

[A few times while Picky was screaming and shouting for Key-Fu, there were a few bangs elsewhere in the house, but the malapropping martial artist never came to Picky's aid.]

[Some time after Pokey's visit with Picky and all the other phone calls have been made, however, Key-Fu loudly bursts out of the supply closet. Wearing the plumber's uniform he'd been issued by the town.]

Harken! I have purchased my liberty from the plumber's prison!

[Yeah, he'd somehow locked himself in there.]

Phone (sorry this is so late!!)

[hardhat-truckie.livejournal.com]

What!?

Alright Finch, this is gonna be hard for ya, but I need ya ta stay calm. I'll be over as fast as I can but until then, ya lock your doors, alright? Stay in the house an' don't let anyone ya don't know come in. I'll...I'll come over now, alright?