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 Posted: Wed Dec 02, 2009 7:31 pm
He was just a little bit impressed that Scheelite had fast enough reflexes to actually deflect the third hideous ornament. Down it went, flying to a discarded corner, never to be seen by man, to live an abject life of misery and woe, forgotten in all of plastic object-dom.
Heedless to said woes of the forgotten Santa figurine, Torbernite was just in the moment of considering his next plastic projectile victims when something smacked right into his forehead. A couple of somethings actually, each two inches long and glowing. He wasn't too sure at first what hurt more: the shock of being hit by the glowsticks or the horrendous neon directly obscuring in his vision. Loosing his center of balance, he waved one arm madly and grabbed a hold of the thing closest to him for balance: said army of glowsticks.
Which were, of course, still attached to the string.
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Posted: Wed Dec 02, 2009 8:19 pm
Ha ha! A direct hit, take THAT Torbernite! Schee was smug, OH so smug.
But there was a slight problem in his plan. Yes, the glowsticks had smacked and confused his opponent. But they also offered a good thing to grab onto..and inevitably a good thing to use against him. With a flail and a yipe Scheelite found himself yanked off balance, and it was but a moment before he slammed into the ground beside the other. Hey, at least it wasn't -on- him.
"OW! What the HELL man?! Let go!"
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Posted: Fri Dec 04, 2009 6:02 pm
It seemed like a good idea at the time: grab something solid, prevent himself from falling.
The problem with that was that, said solid support wasn't quite as sturdy as he had hoped. Down both of them went with a loud crash, and he was pretty sure at this point that the neighbours nextdoor would be banging on the door any moment now, telling them to be quiet. Stunned again, he blinked rapidly, trying to clear his vision - his mom would need to get a new coffee table too - when something attracted his vision.
Something shiny.
He grinned to himself a bit, and grabbed the shiny close to him: the other's collection of glowsticks-on-a string. Immediately, he crouched into an upright position, scooting backwards, dangling the glowsticks away from the other, smirking. "Why, thank you for the gift, kind sir."
He gave a mock bow, before attempting to dash out the door.
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Posted: Fri Dec 04, 2009 10:26 pm
Something was missing. Something very important was missing. And said important missing thing was currently in the hands of his now fleeing step-brother.
Oh hell no.
Now, clearly any sane person would have written this off as a minor loss. Afterall they were just -glowsticks-, something that Scheelite had a seemingly unending supply of. Why bother going after those specific ones when he had tons more ready to replace them?
Because they were his of course!
So rather than take the sane man's route, Scheelite leapt to his feet and made a dash. Not for his bro, oh no...he instead dashed for his 'weapon' and quickly chucked the thing straight at Torbernite's fleeing back.
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Posted: Tue Dec 08, 2009 9:57 am
Torbenite had never been much of a "attack head-on" type of person anyway: he reasoned this was the explanation as to why he was still in one piece (or generally). All he had wanted to do was take this collection of rather-shiny glowsticks and call it a day: he was not above stealing from family, or even step-family after all.
Unfortunately the problem with turning one's back and fleeing is that their back became a rather large painted target. Smack went the controller as it hit him dead-on, the momentum knocking him up close and personal to the sidewalk pavement. Up went the glowsticks right into the air, jarred out of his hand from the impact, landing smack-dab in the middle of paved lane in front of him.
Ow, what the ******** was that? Rubbing his even more sore back, he looked behind him, and saw the rather innocuous guitar hero controller in all its plastic wireless and stickered glory. He stared at it stupidly for a second before filing the incident under his growing 'we shall never speak of his again' inventory.
And as he tried to stand up, another sudden, jarring pain brought him right back down, his rear end becoming rather acquainted with the pavement. Ow <********> there was no way he was standing up anytime soon. With a sigh, he flopped onto the ground, head half-buried in the dying lawn grass. "Ok, geez, you win." Seriously, he was going to be sore for days from a freaking controller. "Take your stupid glowsticks back." So that he could attempt to steal them some other time, of course.
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Posted: Thu Dec 10, 2009 9:53 am
Ha, bullseye!
One rather big grin later and Scheelite was bounding past his fallen half-brother and over to his glowsticks. He gathered those back up and attached them to his controller that he also snatched back up. There, everything was accounted for! Now to address Torbernite.
"Of course I win, little bro."
Rather than go away to celebrate his victory, he plopped down in the grass beside the other's head.
"It's a good thing to keep in mind, in case you...ya know, ever get the craaaaazy idea to attack me again. It's not smart, ya know? Just not smart at all."
Still grinning, he flopped over beside him and stared up at the sky.
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Posted: Mon Feb 01, 2010 11:14 am
He really should do something, now that his 'opponent' was down: show them who really was the elder sibling, perhaps smack some sense into them with the element of surprise.
Should. Maybe. Perhaps if his muscles weren't so damn sore from months of lack of exercise. The entire crashing into the table and being smacked by a giant plastic game console really hadn't helped either.
Stifling a groan, he rolled over on the other side, trying to ignore his sore back and his slightly-a-little-more-sore-ego. "Yeah, sure," he finally mumbled, mentally blocking out the 'little brother' comment. "I just went easy on you."
He might have meant to say something else, but his eyelids were drooping considerably. Only his longer, deeper breaths gave away the fact that he had actually fallen asleep in that small lull of silence, outside, on the pavement and all. As to what Toby was thinking: well, it was anyone's guess at this point.
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