The Roof - late Sunday night

[kawalsky.livejournal.com]

It was cold out, but not the kind of cold that meant to stay indoors. It was more of the cold that was refreshing and conducive to a bored teenager on a Sunday night.

Kawalsky checked his supplies. Baseball bats? Check. Bucket of jello-filled water balloons? Check.

He picked up a bat and a balloon. He tossed the balloon into the air and hit it with the baseball bat.

Sure, it was going to make a mess, but nothing that couldn't be cleaned up easy enough.


[OOC: Open like an open thing that is open.]

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[threeweapons.livejournal.com]

Alanna came up on to the roof, a blanket wrapped around her. "Oh, hey."

[kawalsky.livejournal.com]

He hit another balloon, splattering it everywhere. He grinned. "Hey."

[threeweapons.livejournal.com]

"What's your opinion on spiders?" Alanna said as she walked over to Charlie. "What are you doing?"

[kawalsky.livejournal.com]

"Not a big fan of spiders. Don't hate 'em as much as snakes, but I wouldn't wanna share a room with one." He picked up another balloon. "I'm hitting jello-filled balloons with a baseball bat and making a mess."

[threeweapons.livejournal.com]

"Zack has pet spiders at home." Alanna informed him with a shudder. "And suddenly I'm sad I missed the jelly dragons this year."

[ihatedenmark.livejournal.com]

Hamlet headed up to the roof. It was too stuffy in his room, and he could use some air. He nodded to Kawalsky, and then looked over what the other boy was doing.

And blinked.

"Is that Jello?"

[kawalsky.livejournal.com]

"In all colors and flavors." He picked one up out of the bucket and tossed it to Hamlet.

[ihatedenmark.livejournal.com]

Hamlet raised an eyebrow and looked at the Jello balloon carefully. "This isn't made from leftover dragon bits from this summer, is it?"

[kawalsky.livejournal.com]

"100% fresh jello, made this weekend. Scout's honor. Step right up, take a bat, give it a swing."

[ihatedenmark.livejournal.com]

Hamlet gave Kawalsky a bit of a grin. "If you say so..."

He picked up the bat, and -- after testing out the balloon's weight a couple of times -- threw the Jello bomb in the air and swung. The bat connected with the balloon with a squashy sounding FWOMP and knocked it off the school.

[cyclopeanmerc.livejournal.com]

Pip had ascended to the roof for a smoke.

"...That looks incredibly cool."

[kawalsky.livejournal.com]

"Grab a blunt object and join in."

[cyclopeanmerc.livejournal.com]

"Be right back," Pip said as he went down the stairs.

He returned in a moment with a length of wood. It may have been a chair leg. It was probably better not to ask questions.

He grabbed a balloon, threw it up and hit it with a resounding smack.

"Whoo! What's in these things?"

[kawalsky.livejournal.com]

"Jello," Kawalsky replied. "If you hit it just right, you can send it flying before it hits. If not? Well..." He gestured to the mess around him. It was more fun the messy way.

[cyclopeanmerc.livejournal.com]

Pip nodded, picked up a balloon, and tried again. It splattered everywhere.

"Yikes." He glanced over at Kawalsky's baseball bat. "Fan of baseball?"

[socksofcool.livejournal.com]

Seely wandered up to the roof. "Charlie."

[kawalsky.livejournal.com]

"Seely." Kawalsky picked up a balloon and tossed it to him. "Your birthday gift at work."

[socksofcool.livejournal.com]

Seely grinned. "Not quite what I had in mind, but still, I like the way you think."

[kawalsky.livejournal.com]

"I found a place online that sells jello by the crate. Figure once I recover from the birthday bar tab I can throw some cash into that and get us what we need for our big day out."

[socksofcool.livejournal.com]

"Niiiice."

[senor-chado.livejournal.com]

Chad was stuck with that insomnia thing again, and, y'know, the weather had been nice...ish, and he hadn't been up to the roof in a while, so there he was.

And there, also, were balloons. Being hit with a bat. He knew that might have been something else that brought him up her tonight.

[kawalsky.livejournal.com]

Kawalsky raised a hand in greeting. "Come join the fun," he said, splattered with jello.

[senor-chado.livejournal.com]

Chad couldn't help a little grin. "Love to," he said, stalking over, picking up a bat, testing out its weight.

[kawalsky.livejournal.com]

"Take your best shot. I'm aiming for the trees, but anything down there is free game."

[senor-chado.livejournal.com]

Chad looked out to the trees, guaging the distance idly in his head. Trees shouldn't be that hard. Chad aimed for just a little bit beyond them. He reached down and picked up a balloon, tossing it a few times into his hand before sending it up really high, setting into position, and swinging the bat with a fierce, powerful move.

Chad was one of those batters that held the position of the end of the swing for a while before settling back and seeing where it ended up, almost like a pose. Finally, he lowered the bat to his side, held his hand up to his eyes as if that'd help him see where the balloon ended up.

...Despite the fact that it only just splattered all over him and hadn't gone anywhere but all over his shirt.