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Sam Puckett ([personal profile] hurtingzeebo) wrote in [community profile] fandomtownies2011-06-20 02:58 pm

The park, Monday afternoon

Sam the Gremlin stalked through the bushes in the park, looking for something to bite or chase.

The ducks mostly seemed to be rolling their eyes at her.

[ooc: Yes, for Sam's first gremlin bite, she thinks she's a gremlin. This is what happens when you bite back! Open park is v. much open, yis.]

[identity profile] randomspanish.livejournal.com 2011-06-20 08:26 pm (UTC)(link)
Freddie didn't have a class on Monday, so he just happened to be headed through town so he could buy some Peppy Cola.

So yes, he was just strolling through the park, minding his own business, completely unaware of what may be lurking in the bushes.

Why in fact, he might have been the perfect ambush victim...

[identity profile] randomspanish.livejournal.com 2011-06-20 08:29 pm (UTC)(link)
Freddie stopped for a moment near some bushes, thinking he heard his pear phone go off.

He pulled it out, to discover a text message.

To no one in particular, he said. "No, Gibby, I do not know where you can buy some headlight fluid."

[identity profile] randomspanish.livejournal.com 2011-06-20 08:39 pm (UTC)(link)
"Carne asada!" Freddie yelped as he was tackled to the ground, his phone humorously flying up out of his hands and landing safely in a soft patch of grass out of the way.

When he got sight of his attacker, he groaned. "Saaaaam!" he shouted.
necroslacker: (school day)

[personal profile] necroslacker 2011-06-20 08:43 pm (UTC)(link)
Skateboard tucked under his arm, Sam (not to be confused with the Sam that was a gremlin currently) wandered into the park to maybe find a bench or something to take a load off.

Between classes and everything else, he felt pretty worn out and was mostly thinking about relaxing. Maybe he'd relax and feed the ducks with his...nonexistent food.

Right.
necroslacker: (with or without you)

[personal profile] necroslacker 2011-06-20 09:04 pm (UTC)(link)
Sam was probably a ready made victim but when he draped an arm across the park bench, he happened to catch some movement behind him. That had him turning all the way around.

"Sam?" he asked, raising an eyebrow. "What're you doing back there? Is there food back there?"
necroslacker: (whole lotta shakin' goin on)

[personal profile] necroslacker 2011-06-20 09:18 pm (UTC)(link)
"What...are you doing?" Sam asked, sitting up so he could better frown at the girl underneath the bench. "Are you, uh, okay? Do you need some help, Sam? You're under the bench."
necroslacker: (21st century schizoid man)

[personal profile] necroslacker 2011-06-20 09:26 pm (UTC)(link)
"Holy crap!" Sam exclaimed, yanking his legs out of the way of her mouth and moving to stand up on the bench. The skateboard that had been resting beside him was now being held up in front of him.

"Sam!" he yelled, staring at her. "You just tried to bite me! I'm not food!"
necroslacker: (a whiter shade of pale)

[personal profile] necroslacker 2011-06-20 09:36 pm (UTC)(link)
"Did you hit your head on something very sharp?" Sam asked, keeping his board up as more defense than anything. "Seriously, Sam, you're eating a bench. I thought you liked bacon! That's gonna do nothing but give you splinters and last I checked, there were no nutrients in splinters!"

[identity profile] randomspanish.livejournal.com 2011-06-20 09:43 pm (UTC)(link)
This was not the first time Sam had bit him, either.

"Saaaaam!" He said, pulling away before she could do any real damage. "Not funny. What, are you going through fat cake withdrawal?"
necroslacker: (free bird)

[personal profile] necroslacker 2011-06-20 09:57 pm (UTC)(link)
Sam was going to fall into the latter category, unfortunately. He hadn't been told of gremlins so he just thought she'd gone a little insane.

Instinctively, Sam kicked at her hand, trying to keep her at bay while he looked around. The easiest thing to do would be vault over the back of the bench and run for it but he was kind of concerned about Sam and really hoped she would tear her throat up with those wood shards.
necroslacker: (jesus christ pose)

[personal profile] necroslacker 2011-06-20 10:05 pm (UTC)(link)
"Hey, stop that!" Sam shouted, yanking his foot back again. Unfortunately, that threw him off balance which meant he actually went ass over end off the bench and landed with a thud on his back and shoulders.

His skateboard was still in his hand and he at least had the presence of mind to swing that up and around while he dealt with getting the wind knocked out of him.

"Stop trying to eat me! I'm not good! I'm full of fat and carbs! Dr. Atkins was wrong! Carbs aren't good."
necroslacker: (thunder road)

[personal profile] necroslacker 2011-06-20 11:27 pm (UTC)(link)
Sam hadn't expected a celebration and seeing Sam growl and pump her fists while standing on the bench was kind of...hilarious. He laughed and didn't even try and cover his mouth.

"Did you forget to eat?" he asked, unable to help himself since he wasn't being attacked at the moment. "Is that what this is? Hunger related insanity? I've got...a stick of gum and some cough drops on me, if that'll help."

[identity profile] exactlyaverage.livejournal.com 2011-06-20 11:45 pm (UTC)(link)
Jack was taking his usual afternoon jog around the park. Yep. Just a normal jog. Nothing strangecor weird about that, right?

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