Around Townluxury_bananaOctober 20 2011, 06:28:13 UTC
[It's around the afternoon and the haunted house team is running low on supplies. Already. They're running out fairly quickly all things considered and Fassad takes his car out over to the tool shop from 502 Ricardo. He grumbles a little as he wonders why he has to be the one to fetch what the group needs.
What is he? A monkey?
Along the way, he sees... a kid just crossing the street. He seems to be looking around as he's walking which is only making things slower for him. Well, Fassad knows how to fix that.]
Around TownimjustpickyOctober 21 2011, 03:23:08 UTC
WAAAH!!!
[Picky was no longer lost in his own absent thoughts. The blaring of the car's horn brought him right back into reality, and it brought some serious motion and energy to his legs. He shot off like a bolt, and was across the street in no time.
And then he was turning around to gape at just who or what almost hit him.]
Around Townluxury_bananaOctober 21 2011, 05:52:34 UTC
[Tell him to stop honking? Oh, he'll show you. Fassad growls under his breath and pounds the wheel with his arm, making more irritable noise just to spite the boy.]
Because. There is a rude boy who is stopping me from going to those places by failing to be. Respectful. HONK! To. HONK! His. HONK! Elders. HONK!
Around TownimjustpickyOctober 22 2011, 01:31:07 UTC
[This is crazy! Picky clamps his hands over his ears, wincing at all the noise. And he has a flinchy look on his face, as he starts backing away quickly.
When adults were acting crazy like this, it was good to not be around.]
Around Townluxury_bananaOctober 22 2011, 01:50:28 UTC
[Fassad's own anger begins to suffocate himself by his throat. He gasps for breath in order to alleviate its grip and regain composure, unbothered by the presence of this boy. His vision was too clouded by red to even notice the face of this young boy that he was so angry at.
Taking his last breath, his anger subsides and Fassad leans back on his chair. He looks over at the frightened Picky just on the sidewalk. Few seconds pass as the man tries to figure out why he looks so familiar. Then his eyes widen as the answer hits him square at the back of his head.]
... Y-y-y-you!
[Fassad thrusts his foot at the pedal, violently driving over tot he sidewalk regardless of such hindrances like traffic laws.]
Around TownimjustpickyOctober 22 2011, 02:36:03 UTC
....
[A reaction like that is not something that is making Picky want to stay. Hadn't Pokey warned him about bad people? This must have been one of them! Some crazy guy with a car and authority issues!
He turns around and runs as fast as his little legs can take him. He's off the sidewalk, into someone's yard, cutting through the back, weaving through bushes... cars don't go off the road! He'll be safe!]
Around Townluxury_bananaOctober 22 2011, 02:39:22 UTC
[... Well, gee, he's pretty fast on his feet, isn't he? Fassad looks off at the running boy and just grumbles to himself, "What's his problem?" It's not worth chasing after him based on a suspicion. He had errands to take care of. If he is who he thinks he is, then there's no doubt they'll met again sooner or later. Fassad drives off in the opposite direction of Picky to take care of business.]
What is he? A monkey?
Along the way, he sees... a kid just crossing the street. He seems to be looking around as he's walking which is only making things slower for him. Well, Fassad knows how to fix that.]
HOOONK! HOOOOONK!
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[Picky was no longer lost in his own absent thoughts. The blaring of the car's horn brought him right back into reality, and it brought some serious motion and energy to his legs. He shot off like a bolt, and was across the street in no time.
And then he was turning around to gape at just who or what almost hit him.]
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Next time get out of the street faster! Some of us have places to go to! Important places!
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So why aren't you going to those places?! Stop honking at me!
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Because. There is a rude boy who is stopping me from going to those places by failing to be. Respectful. HONK! To. HONK! His. HONK! Elders. HONK!
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When adults were acting crazy like this, it was good to not be around.]
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Taking his last breath, his anger subsides and Fassad leans back on his chair. He looks over at the frightened Picky just on the sidewalk. Few seconds pass as the man tries to figure out why he looks so familiar. Then his eyes widen as the answer hits him square at the back of his head.]
... Y-y-y-you!
[Fassad thrusts his foot at the pedal, violently driving over tot he sidewalk regardless of such hindrances like traffic laws.]
... You look... familiar.
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[A reaction like that is not something that is making Picky want to stay. Hadn't Pokey warned him about bad people? This must have been one of them! Some crazy guy with a car and authority issues!
He turns around and runs as fast as his little legs can take him. He's off the sidewalk, into someone's yard, cutting through the back, weaving through bushes... cars don't go off the road! He'll be safe!]
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