The park, Monday afternoon

[hurtingzeebo]

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.]

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[randomspanish.livejournal.com]

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...

[hurtingzeebo]

Sam the gremlin certainly thought so. She paced him through the bushes, waiting for just the right moment to strike.

She was very good at ambushes, she was.

[randomspanish.livejournal.com]

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."

[hurtingzeebo]

Sam the gremlin attacked! She burst from the bushes with a growl, throwing herself at Freddie in a flying tackle.

Honestly, at this point, Freddie might not notice anything strange was going on with her.

[randomspanish.livejournal.com]

"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.

[hurtingzeebo]

Sam the gremlin tried to bite his arm.

[necroslacker]

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.

[hurtingzeebo]

Sam the gremlin slunk up behind the park bench.

This looked like a ready victim.

[necroslacker]

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?"

[hurtingzeebo]

She'd been spotted! Sam the gremlin growled and scrambled underneath the bench.

Maybe she could still bite his ankle.

[necroslacker]

"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."

[hurtingzeebo]

This was a clever one. Sam would have to be extra fast. She snarled, and went for the ankle bite.

[necroslacker]

"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!"

[hurtingzeebo]

Sam the gremlin yelled back at him. It was mostly a wordless "Rar rar rar" kind of yell.

Then she tried to bite the bench.

[necroslacker]

"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!"

[hurtingzeebo]

Sam the gremlin growled and swiped a curled hand at where he stood on the bench. An observant individual might notice the bite mark on her wrist, though there was always no guarantee that said observant person would have any idea what that meant.

[randomspanish.livejournal.com]

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?"

[hurtingzeebo]

There was a reason why even her best friend would describe Sam as "horrible".

Sam growled, looking like she was preparing to lunge again.

[necroslacker]

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.

[hurtingzeebo]

He got her to stop swiping and biting the bench, at least. Of course, that was because she tried to bite the kicking foot.

[necroslacker]

"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."

[hurtingzeebo]

Sam the gremlin jumped up onto the bench and pumped her fists in the air, growling triumphantly.

Apparently, she thought she'd won.

[necroslacker]

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."

[hurtingzeebo]

Huh. Sam the gremlin wasn't actually sure what she was supposed to do after winning if the victim didn't, like, run away. She remained standing on the bench, arms in the air, and growled questioningly at Sam.

[exactlyaverage.livejournal.com]

Jack was taking his usual afternoon jog around the park. Yep. Just a normal jog. Nothing strangecor weird about that, right?