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 Posted: Thu Oct 15, 2009 7:28 pm
Argggggg
Where the heck did he put it? Toby practically threw the entire contents of his room upside-down looking for his stupid 'weapon': he wasn't going to buy another replacement so soon when he had just purchased the last one. Like a possessed spirit, he flipped his covers over and upside down again, trying to spot something small, orange, and about fist-sized in appearance.
Upon yielding nothing but a couple of surprised dust bunnies, he moodily grabbed his gloves and headed out, setting a course for Chinatown to buy yet another Dragon Ball. At this point the shop curator probably thought he had some obsession with collecting them.
It was a crisp fall afternoon, Toby was surprised to see his breath when he exhaled another huff of exasperation. Maybe he should have brought his covers along, instead of just wearing the same old t-shirt and frayed pants combo. Ah well, too late for those thoughts.
Sticking both hands into his pocket, he began wal-
-Wait a second. What the heck was in his pocket?
Sure enough, he pulled out something small, orange, and fist-sized in appearance. Toby could have screamed in frustration. "You," he addressed the orb, who seemed to wink innocently (well as innocently as inanimate objects could wink), "Are giving me a serious headache."
Angrily, he threw it into the air, watching with satisfaction as it soared high high, into the sky, and fell, way off angle. Bad throwing aside, Toby panicked. Oh man, it was getting away! Scurrying on his feet, he attempted to follow the trajectory of the object, pushing through some angry pedestrians, one eye on the prize. Ok, where did it go?
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Posted: Fri Oct 16, 2009 6:43 am
She was reaching up to examine a pretty window display, when it plopped down in her hand. Startling to say the least she thought she was going to jump out of her skin.
A small orange... ball... with a star inside. Wasn't that a...
Were those even still popular? She turned it in her hand curious and looked around for whomever had...
well..
Lost their balls.
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Posted: Fri Oct 16, 2009 11:13 pm
Practically crawling to get a better look at the sidewalk, Toby was pretty sure at this point that he had lost his ball. Again.
(Somewhere out there, there was god laughing at the double entendre of his predicament).
Once again ready to give up, as too much work was still too much work, he didn't realise he was staring directly at his 'weapon' until he nearly ran smack-dab into it. Or rather, the person holding his weapon.
She was pretty, for a girl, he guessed. Maybe the were eyeing the window display in front of them, maybe they were just standing around waiting for balls to drop from the air: whatever the case was, a stranger was holding HIS ball, and he really needed it back. Finally deciding he could figure out consequences later, Toby confronted the stranger, trying to play it cool.
"Hey," he paused, a little more than embarrassed. "I um, think I dropped that." Here, he pretended to look at it with interest, feigning personal knowledge. "Ahh yes, that definitely looks like it belongs to my uh, sister."
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Posted: Sat Oct 17, 2009 6:42 pm
"...Dropped?" She said blinking, either he had to have had a route down from on high that was nothing short of a nosedive... or, well never mind.
"Here." She said handing it back with a flicker of a smile, umm hmm - sister, suuuure. said the look in her eye as she offered it back.
"You might want to tell your 'um sister' to be more careful! Someone might run off with it if they caught it out of the blue like just now."
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Posted: Sat Oct 17, 2009 9:26 pm
He boggled for a second. Was she kind of SMILING at him? She didn't strike him as the nice kind, with her black hair tied up, lace shirts and all: Toby actually thought she might have been one of those 'Goth kids' at first.
He resisted the urge to straighten up, though his ears began to turn a little red. She was kinda cute...
He shook his head. Focus Toby! With all the dignity he could muster, attempting to look 'cool' and all, he tried to calmly take his weapon back, hand all but shaking.
"Oh, um, thank you." He think he smiled, it was a little hard to tell from being so nervous, and procured his object with one hand. "I appreciate it a lot. For my sister I mean," he quickly covered up. Lamely, Toby tried to come up with some sort of cool one-liner. "I- my sister tries to be careful, but its kinda hard when she keeps on playing with my ********>.
"BALL, I mean, like the toy ball!!!" Oh god, someone please just shoot him, right now. If he could have died of embarrassment then and there, he would have. So much for playing it cool
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Posted: Mon Oct 19, 2009 7:49 am
Her hand fluttered up to cover the laugh she worked so hard to stifle at the Freudian slip and blushing.
"Well... as long as their safe, and not in someone else's pocket or jar" She said still smiling behind her hand.
"Ume" she said then offering a lace gloved hand to him. "I go to Meadowview, you?" She tiled her head... familiar... just...slightly. But there were so many faces, and three schools after all.
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Posted: Tue Oct 20, 2009 4:27 pm
Oh my god, a girl was actually smiling at him! Well, sometimes they acknowledged his existence, but for some reason, most individuals of the opposite gender were very tricky to get along with. He puffed his chest up somewhat proudly, ego restored.
"I'm Toby," he gingerly reached for Ume's hand, as if afraid he'd infest it somehow. Had he showered this week? It was all a blur, unfortunately. His face split into an even wider grin. "Hey, I go to Meadowview too, though I wouldn't be caught dead wearing their stupid uniforms any time outside of school." Oh god, she was so cute when she tilted her head to the sid-shutit Toby! She might be able to read minds!
Instead, he confidentially threw the ball in the air, catching it with one hand. "No worries, this baby aint going nowhere." He looked meaningfully at her for a second. "You know, now that I think about it, you do look a little familiar. Have we met before?"
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Posted: Tue Oct 20, 2009 7:37 pm
She pondered for a moment..
"School perhaps? You do seem familiar, Maybe we have...or had a class together?"
She grinned and squeezed the hand and pulled him with her towards one of the food carts passing by.
"Here... are you hungry? I'd just like some company!" She said and bought two large soft salted pretzels and a pair of sodas before even waiting for protest and offered him one of each.
She as -not- going to say that he looked a bit like he could -use- a hot meal, that might just be insulting. But she really -didn't- mind the idea of company.
"The school uniforms for boys -are- pretty awful" She agreed sympathetically as she plucked a piece of the pretzel between her fingers.
"It could be worse though!" She said brightly... and paused. "Though... I think I'd -really- need to think about how...well, no... we could -all- be in skirts, I really think that would be a -lot- worse." She grinned.
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Posted: Tue Oct 20, 2009 8:11 pm
He was going to say something along the lines of "I'm pretty sure that's not it", but it came out more as a surprised yelp as he felt himself being (lightly) dragged towards food.
He blinked slightly, dazed. The fresh aroma of pretzels was wafting invitingly in front of him, but he could only stare at it, still speechless. Note to self: loose his weapon a bit more often.
Toby shook his head to get rid of his nearly-permanent daze. If a girl was looking for some company with him he sure as heck wasn't going to say no! With a rather dreamy smile, he propped one elbow against the the side of the wall, experimentally taking a sip of his soda (mmm orange!). Life could not get any better than this.
She was moving her lips and stuff, looking at him expectantly. Toby sighed blissfully and nodded, still lost in lala-land. Wait, crap! Maybe she wanted an answer! "Um," uh... what did she say again? Something about skirts? He made a face. "Yeaaaaaaaaaahno. Were you there that year the principal thought it was funny to play the bagpipes with a short kilt?" Just the mental image of that was enough to snap him out of his dazed reverie. "Seriously, does 'hairy legs' mean anything to older people?"
He paused for a second to take a bite out of the pretzel, and it took nearly all his restraint not to devour it entirely. "Wow, this is amazing! What are these?"
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Posted: Tue Oct 20, 2009 8:16 pm
She blinked in surprise around a mouthful of soft pretzel herself and nearly coughed on it, both from laughter at hairy legs and sheer surprise and quickly took a sip of her own soda so she wouldn't humiliate herself.
"Ahmm!.... It's a Pretzel... you, know what a pretzel is right? You've never had one before?" She arched her eyebrows in surprise...
"ever?"
"Wow... normally I hear that over the... taste of Mom's fruitcake... not pretzels... actually at least the pretzel tastes good!" She laughed again with a shrug feeling just a little bad for having rambled about it.
"Good?" She asked and plucked free another bite.
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Posted: Tue Oct 20, 2009 8:29 pm
Halfway between another bite, he paused, raising one eyebrow. "Wait, you mean like those prepackaged salty things that come at convenience stores?" Well, it was kinda pretzel shaped... "Wow, these must be like, the largest pretzel ever!"
And it wasn't just good it was incredible. He had never tasted anything so soft and buttery, and for a second, he felt a little guilty. They must have been REALLY expensive. "Oh man, I dont have any money to pay you back, I left my wallet at home." Well, the last part was a bit of a lie, as he was still working on the 'getting a wallet' part.
Quickly, he searched his pockets for anything compensable, and one open palm came out with his results: a lighter, a chewed-up Pocket Creature keychain, and what suspiciously looked like half a gummy worm. "Uh, maybe I can pay you back at school?"
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Posted: Tue Oct 20, 2009 8:35 pm
She laughed and shook her head.
"You don't have to pay me back, I -mugged- you to come get one... Their like.. the little crunchy kind's huuuuuge soft awesome cousin!"
She waved her hands enthused.
"Mmm! Let's grab a seat before I spill my drink! Just mind the ducks! they will MOB you for these..the greedy things... I saw... just last week some poor fellow, lost his ICE cream to a -squirrel- can you believe? Their so brazen!"
She said and then paused wondering if he'd had -ice- cream if he'd never had a pretzel like this.
"So... Dragon balls hmmm?" She said swapping topics.
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Posted: Tue Oct 20, 2009 8:50 pm
Distracted for a second at the thought of pretzel cousins, Toby shook his head, and upon realising that was the wrong answer, belatedly nodded again. He frowned for a second, disbelieving. She didn't mean literally mugged right? (and here he almost checked his pockets self-consciously).
"They have ducks around here?" He was curious, having rarely wandered into the crowded parks during daylight (people at parks rarely had anything nice to borrow-err steal). He held his pretzel a little tighter to him, as if already fearing the onslaught of said ducks and attack squirrels.
Toby scratched his head. "Huh. What the heck would squirrels even do with ice cream?"
Said topic was temporarily forgotten as she brought up another one. Augh she CAN read minds! he wailed to himself, she knows what it is!!!. Wait crap, if she could read minds that would mean she would know what he was thinking right now which would mean everything he thought... aw man, this was giving him a headache just to think about his thinking.
Instead, he laughed, a little nervously. "Ha ha ha! My sister sure likes those animated shows, not that I really watch them that much, really!!!"
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Posted: Tue Oct 20, 2009 8:58 pm
"Not literally mugged no" She replied laughing at the idea of gun-toating squirrels holding people at gun point for pistachios.
"But he had a loose grip and it just...BAM! grabbed it and ran!" She laughed remembering. "He'd eaten most but still... seeing it haul off like that with a cone..."
"I wonder if squirrels can get cold-headaches" She mused thoughtful.
"oh! And yeah the ducks are down that way -normally- by the pond, but theirs this one lady who feeds them and when she comes through they all follow her and end up under foot, the mallards aren't really the problem so much as the white ones, their a little nasty.
She nodded and took another bite of pretzel.
"What shows do you like to watch?" She asked curious tilting his head... not rising to tease him about the 'sister' again so soon, it was kind of funny in a cute friendly way as far as 'covers' went for having odd things.
Really she wished people wouldn't be so embarrassed by what they liked. It just made life more -interesting-...
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Posted: Thu Oct 22, 2009 12:51 am
Toby stopped for a second, as if she had just asked him to solve Pythagoras's Last Theorem. Ok, what could he possibly say that was a cool show enough to impress the ladies (well, singular) and not make him look stupid at the same time? "Ummm..." think of a cool show, think of a cool show... "I watched Final Fantasy XVII: Crisis Resolved the other day."
Oh great, he might as well just shout out to the whole world he was a closet geek. "Wait, I also like actiony stuff! With you know, guns. And stuff." In other words, he was behind on the 'what was cool and hip on TV' these days', not having a TV himself and all. "Actions shows are still popular right?"
He took another bite of his pretzel and looked around for a second, paranoid, scanning for any of those "killer squirrels".
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