Post by Nicky Lee Young on Mar 28, 2008 8:21:49 GMT 1
(Best I could come up with while still being sick >....>;; Kyu first, then anyone else~ 
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There was always something amusing about harassing people. Nicky Lee, Lance and Malik knew this well. They were hiding behind large trees, waiting to find some weird or overly serious people and just plain ruin their day. The funniest ones were getting that business man (who walked off cussing in what could have been 13 different languages) and Lance hitting a bald-guy square in the head.
Luckily, they hadn’t been “discovered” yet, so they hadn’t needed to run for their dear lives. They were ready to do so, however, so they weren’t too afraid. Besides, what’s a little snow do? Yeah it’s cold and it’s wet when it goes down your shirt…but it didn’t hurt. Well, okay, the guy hit with the snowball with a rock in it hurt, but they were more careful now.
“How about him?” Malik asked, peering around his tree, along with Nicky and Lance. Lance shook his head no. The man was too quiet. You didn’t know what to expect from those people.
“What about her?” Nicky asked, pointing to a blonde woman sitting on the park-bench and showing WAY too much cleavage.
“Are you MAD?” Lance asked. “She’s hot. No way.”
Nicky rolled her eyes, turning back around her tree and grabbing a handful of home-made snow in the cooler they brought. She’d just let her brothers do the picking then. She could stick to a few throws and watching.
It took a bit of time, but finally it seemed like her brothers had found someone.
“Lee! Lee!” Malik whispered, running over to her and tapping her shoulder quickly. Nicky twisted herself around and peered over the side of the tree, looking around.
“What? Who?”
“That guy!” Lance grinned, pointing a guy who looked to be about their age. “Get ‘im Lee. He’s all yours!”
“Est-tu fou?!” she whispered. “Look at him! He'll probably come beat us up if he sees us!”
“Then throw and duck!” Lance said, rolling his eyes. “Don’t be a pansy like Malik.”
“Hey!”
“Shh!! Fine…”
She picked up a snowball she'd just rolled and dumped back in the cooler, and watched the boy for a moment. After gathering enough courage (or crumbling under the pressure of Lance’s eyes stabbing at her), she carefully lifted her arm then tossed the snowball. Lance and Malik quickly hid, but Nicky seemed to forget to do so.
“Lee! Move it!” Malik said nervously. After a bit of a stall, she did so and dug her face into her hands.
“What?”
“I think he saw me.”
“Is he coming over here?”
“I dunno! I didn’t look!”
“You’re so stupid! Next time you only get to watch!” Lance whispered angrily, running off one way, and Malik following after him. Nicky wanted to follow but something kept her. Maybe it was because Lance was mean to her, or because she was scared of being seen if she ran. She just sat back and waited. ‘This is soooo awkward and nerve-wracking. I dunno how I'm supposed to explain myself. I hope he doesn't hurt me. Wait, he might not even be coming here. Maybe I should look if he is...’
Like an idiot, she poked her head out from behind her tree to try and look.
)There was always something amusing about harassing people. Nicky Lee, Lance and Malik knew this well. They were hiding behind large trees, waiting to find some weird or overly serious people and just plain ruin their day. The funniest ones were getting that business man (who walked off cussing in what could have been 13 different languages) and Lance hitting a bald-guy square in the head.
Luckily, they hadn’t been “discovered” yet, so they hadn’t needed to run for their dear lives. They were ready to do so, however, so they weren’t too afraid. Besides, what’s a little snow do? Yeah it’s cold and it’s wet when it goes down your shirt…but it didn’t hurt. Well, okay, the guy hit with the snowball with a rock in it hurt, but they were more careful now.
“How about him?” Malik asked, peering around his tree, along with Nicky and Lance. Lance shook his head no. The man was too quiet. You didn’t know what to expect from those people.
“What about her?” Nicky asked, pointing to a blonde woman sitting on the park-bench and showing WAY too much cleavage.
“Are you MAD?” Lance asked. “She’s hot. No way.”
Nicky rolled her eyes, turning back around her tree and grabbing a handful of home-made snow in the cooler they brought. She’d just let her brothers do the picking then. She could stick to a few throws and watching.
It took a bit of time, but finally it seemed like her brothers had found someone.
“Lee! Lee!” Malik whispered, running over to her and tapping her shoulder quickly. Nicky twisted herself around and peered over the side of the tree, looking around.
“What? Who?”
“That guy!” Lance grinned, pointing a guy who looked to be about their age. “Get ‘im Lee. He’s all yours!”
“Est-tu fou?!” she whispered. “Look at him! He'll probably come beat us up if he sees us!”
“Then throw and duck!” Lance said, rolling his eyes. “Don’t be a pansy like Malik.”
“Hey!”
“Shh!! Fine…”
She picked up a snowball she'd just rolled and dumped back in the cooler, and watched the boy for a moment. After gathering enough courage (or crumbling under the pressure of Lance’s eyes stabbing at her), she carefully lifted her arm then tossed the snowball. Lance and Malik quickly hid, but Nicky seemed to forget to do so.
“Lee! Move it!” Malik said nervously. After a bit of a stall, she did so and dug her face into her hands.
“What?”
“I think he saw me.”
“Is he coming over here?”
“I dunno! I didn’t look!”
“You’re so stupid! Next time you only get to watch!” Lance whispered angrily, running off one way, and Malik following after him. Nicky wanted to follow but something kept her. Maybe it was because Lance was mean to her, or because she was scared of being seen if she ran. She just sat back and waited. ‘This is soooo awkward and nerve-wracking. I dunno how I'm supposed to explain myself. I hope he doesn't hurt me. Wait, he might not even be coming here. Maybe I should look if he is...’
Like an idiot, she poked her head out from behind her tree to try and look.
