Saint Nic[otine] // (Esau/Lethe)

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Saint Nic[otine] // (Esau/Lethe) Dec 15, 2012 16:09:16 GMT -5

Post by L△LIA on Dec 15, 2012 16:09:16 GMT -5

( E S A U R A T H E W I C K H A M )

You better watch out
You better not cry
You better not pout
I'm telling you why
Santa Claus is coming to town

I am so fucking festive. My brother Jacob insisted that I wasn't cut out for the holiday spirit even as I was stuffing the pillow down the front of my Jolly Red Fat Man suit this morning, but today I swear I can feel it swelling up within me with every breath I take — or maybe that's just the cigarette smoke. It does tickle a bit, after all, as if magical Saint Nic~~otine~~ elves were dancing a little jig in my lungs. Exhaling a breath of air white enough to make Jack Frost proud, I stub my cigarette out on the shiny red bucket at my side, a charitable collection to help support the local Community Home. The things a guy will do to earn a buck, right? "Give up your spare change!" A mother and child conveniently cross the street before they can tangle their paths with me, but I catch her eye with a wry smirk and an annoying shake of the bell I've been entrusted with. It sounds like: RING-A-DING-HAPPY-EFFING-HOLIDAYS-DING. "Hey! Orphans are only bad kids because they're cold and want some coal!" Not exactly in the script, but I've always had remarkable improvisational skills. They're impressed, I can tell.

It's colder than a homeless man's balls out and if I'm as low on good cheer as my dear Jakey-poo Grinch-brother thinks, then the rest of this town is as empty of the giving gumption as my hollow bucket is of charity. I suppose the weather is as worthy an excuse as any for all these selfish orphan-haters to keep on passing me and my angelic intentions by, but it just gets me thinking that: "You're all a sorry bunch of no good cheapskates!" And I'm not getting paid if I wind up empty handed. Mission failed. Today is clearly doomed to be a bust, but as I pick up my good ol' gas mask from the sidewalk behind of me, I'm still convinced I can make the most of it. Slipping the respirator over my face, I take a deep breath and prepare myself to greet the next pedestrian with all the holiday enthusiasm I've got left in me: "OOGIE BOOGIE GODDAMN BOO."

He's making a list
He's checking it twice
Gonna find out
Who's naughty or nice
Santa Claus is coming to town

Last Edit: Dec 15, 2012 16:12:20 GMT -5 by L△LIA

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Saint Nic[otine] // (Esau/Lethe) Dec 26, 2012 0:58:01 GMT -5

Post by Rosetta on Dec 26, 2012 0:58:01 GMT -5

Had Lethe taken a different route, she might not have run into him, but she did. It was the season of giving and so, Lethe had just finished buying a gift for Eden and was taking the short way home. The girl was walking, talking and asking. Always asking. Who's that? What's this? When's that? How? Where's that?

[/i] Lethe found she couldn't keep up with the constant stream of questions, her mind racing from one to the next and she often found herself choosing the simplest response. The worst was when little Eden, her sweet, sweet baby, asked about the people on television. When Eden was in the room, whoever was closest to the television quickly turned it off and the girl was whisked from the room, but often times it wasn't quick enough and the questions that Lethe once so feared she would one day ask would come into existence.

Her money bag jangled cheerfully in her pocket and every so often someone walking alongside her would hear and turn curiously. More often than not, they'd absorb the long, wavy blonde hair and the lizard on her shoulder and turn away, writing her off as that poor, poor girl. The Victor. You know, the one who is supposedly afraid of herself? Knocked up at nineteen. Yes, that's her. A few might stare, mostly young children who've just grasped the concept of the Games and were shamelessly curious of the girl, the murderess, before them. But, sure enough, their cheeks would soon begin to burn and they'd then away.

This boy, however, did nothing of the kind.

"OOGIE BOOGIE GODDAMN BOO."

With a scream, Lethe fell back, dropping the precious package that she had a new porcelain doll in for Eden. She landed right into a pile of snow and soon, her bottom was wet, but that didn't matter. Gasping, she grabbed the sopping package from the snow and held it to her chest, staring up at the deranged boy who'd frightened her. Certainly he was about to mug her or do something unspeakable. Why else frighten her so? "What is it?" she cried out, her heart racing, chest heaving against the present, "Do you want money? I have money! Just don't touch me!"[/color][/size][/blockquote][/blockquote]