[ACTIVE, CLOSED]
Characters: James Sunderland, Harry Mason, Odd Thomas (open to the Cathedral family to have witnessed/known about)
Content: Odd and Harry chloroform James, tie him up and 'convince' him to participate in Halloween.
Location: The Cathedral, of course!
Time of Day: Afternoon. (Halloween)
Warnings: James' naughty mouth? Uh. Ridiculousness. Probably some ( Read more... )
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It took a lot of balance and focus to keep the vase atop of his head, but Odd managed. For the past week, his insomnia was fueled on a variety of sugar and energy drinks, making him more alert than anything.
It was the waiting process that proved to be more taxing. They had been in there for the past hour, anticipating Sunderland’s arrival to sate his daily afternoon ice cream rush.
In truth there was nothing inconspicuous about Odd’s bedsheet ghost costume. With such a pitiful disguise, anyone would have seen right through.
Anyone that wasn’t Sunderland, that is.
Without moving so much as a facial muscle, Odd’s eyes slowly glanced towards his partner in crime, camouflaged nearby. Waiting...
This was a bad, ( ... )
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Crouching under the very chair that James is sitting down in is Indiana Jones-- er. Harry Mason.
Harry Mason dresses as Indiana Jones. Whip and hat and jacket (that's really just Harry's anyway) and all.
But now is the time. Knowing James, he's entirely distracted by the ice cream at this point. It makes it all the easier to just pin him, then.
Time to move out.
Slowly, Harry edges his way out from under the chair, unhooking the whip from his belt as he gains enough space from James.
Just as the younger man is about to take a bite from his ice cream, Harry springs into action. The writer is snapping out the whip, aiming for James' hand, to knock the ice cream from his grip. That's what Indiana Jones would do if he did ridiculous ploys like thisIt occurs ( ... )
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Dropping the spoon as it clatters to the table, spilling it's contents and he looks up to see-
Indiana Jones Harry. With a whip and a hat.
"What the hell?!" he snarls, holding his head and glaring at Harry. He's confused and downright pissed at being interrupted. If it's not one thing then it's another.
He fails to notice the bed sheet sneaking up on hi from behind. In fact he's preoccupied with trying to stand up so that he can retaliate. Give Harry the what-for for this injustice of interrupting his ice-cream time.
Though he's still unsure as to what merited this sudden unprovoked attack on his person. He's sure as hell ready to get payback.
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While brash, it had been better than the original scheme-Harry had been more keen to suggest just hitting Sunderland over the head with something blunt, but Odd felt it best to go about a gentler course of action... strange as it was that someone like Odd Thomas had even considered such a thing as chloroform in the first place. Fortunately, Harry didn’t seem to protest to the idea.
Occupied by Indy Harry’s crack-whipped throttle, or whatever it was (either way it looked like a clumsy attempt at a lasso), at least Sunderland didn’t take note of a rather ridiculous looking bedsheet ghost lunging from behind ( ... )
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Light and someone-
Oh god, Maria.
Oh god.
Oh god.
Oh god.
If there was ever a moment that James wished he could curl up and die, it would have to be this one. He could ask her for help. Ask her to bust him out of here.
But- No. His honor is being dashed upon the metaphorical rocks here, and he just can't bring himself to do it.
Instead, he just- hangs his head loose and whimpers.
"I hate you both."
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"Plenty of cake to go around. And someone here obviously doesn't want his share," Harry offers a bit more cheerfully. "Heck, we were thinking of bringing in the whole gang in for cake. Since someone around here doesn't want any and CLEARLY doesn't care about cake."
Subtle. That's his middle name. Harry Subtle Mason.
The writer pours himself a glass of chocolate milk and offers the carton to Odd.
Not giving James even a look.
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It was both wonderful and cruel, the look of humiliation on Sunderland’s face in that glorious moment of shame. He could ask for help, say pretty please, but chances were his pride would get the better of him.
And it did. And Odd Thomas smirked as he accepted the carton Harry passed over, helping himself to a glass as well.
Ignoring Sunderland and, what more, his last remark, Odd lifted the glass and took several long gulps of chocolate milk.
“Well, there’s always more to go around for everyone else.”
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He doesn't care anymore.
Doesn't care. It's only one day right? Only one day. One day. Just one day out of the year.
"Fine." He relents, wilting in the chair, "All I have to do is dress up, right? I'll dress up. I'll go to a costume store or something. Just- come on-" He sighs.
"God this is the worst thing either of you has ever done to me. I'm not going to forget this, you know."
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