The Roof, Tuesday Evening

[thismaskiwear.livejournal.com]

Just hear those sleigh bells jingling, ring-ting-tingling toooooooooo . . .


The disgustingly cheerful sound of the Carpenters echoed off the walls of the stairwell as Katchoo marched up to the roof, looking ragefully purposeful, her radio held up above her head in both hands.

Come on, it's lovely weather for a sleigh ride together with youuuuuuuuuuuu!

The door to the roof slammed open, and Katchoo stomped to the edge.

Outside the snow is falling --

And the radio went flying off the roof, thrown with enough force to smash into a hapless tree.

"I'll give you falling, you frikking piece of (*@#&$)(@#$!"

Katchoo slumped down against the ground, back against the planter full of cranky plants (she'd taken to tending the damn things since she felt a kinship with them), and lit up a cigarette.

Stupid Christmas music.

[OOC: Had to. Open if you so desire!]

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[thismaskiwear.livejournal.com]

"It was being cheerful at me. It had to be stopped," Katchoo intoned darkly through a new cloud of smoke. "Here to choke on a Marlboro again?"

[minnesota-teen.livejournal.com]

"Wow. Bah humbug much?" she smirked. "Hey, shut up. It wasn't a Marlboro."

It probably was. Amber couldn't remember.

[thismaskiwear.livejournal.com]

"I can't stand all this fake cheer," Katchoo snapped, rolling her eyes. "It's a joke."

[minnesota-teen.livejournal.com]

"It's only fake if you make it fake," said optimistic Amber.

[thismaskiwear.livejournal.com]

"Yeeeeeeeah," Katchoo said, and let sparks fly as she flicked ash off the end of her cigarette. "Because I pull off real cheer so well."

[minnesota-teen.livejournal.com]

"No one said you had to be cheery. But destroying shit is just wrong," she said, ignoring the fact that she's thrown lots of shit in fits of rage before. Not to mention pull hair. Um.

[thismaskiwear.livejournal.com]

"But satisfying," Katchoo pointed out, utterly unmoved by this argument.

[minnesota-teen.livejournal.com]

"Were you unloved as a child?"

[thismaskiwear.livejournal.com]

"Are you Doctor Phil?" Katchoo retorted, and flinched briefly; it came a little too close to the truth.

[minnesota-teen.livejournal.com]

Amber was in a decent mood. She could totally be a shoulder. "Do you want me to be?"

[thismaskiwear.livejournal.com]

Katchoo was not in a decent mood, big surprise there. "Do I look like I want you to be? Geez. Touchy-feely crap on top of the tinsel and dancing snowmen . . . what the hell did I do to deserve this?"

[minnesota-teen.livejournal.com]

"I think you could use a hug," she stated. "Not that I would ever even offer so don't say crap about that, but you need something. A good slap, a good lay, a good drunk. Something."

[thismaskiwear.livejournal.com]

"Been there, done that, needed a change of scenery," Katchoo answered flatly.

[minnesota-teen.livejournal.com]

"Let me guess: you can't go anywhere? Like for example home for the holidays?"

[thismaskiwear.livejournal.com]

Katchoo just turned a look on her that should have said it all. By which "all" included "as if I would want to," and "I'd rather listen to the stupid Christmas music."

[minnesota-teen.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, oookay, I'm so wasting my breath here, aren't I?"

[thismaskiwear.livejournal.com]

Katchoo gave her a small tight-lipped smile loaded with sarcasm. "Well, y'know, unless you get off on this stuff or something."

[minnesota-teen.livejournal.com]

"Geez, if I knew you any better I would totally kick that nasty attitude out of you."

Katina wasn't a ninja. She was almost sure of it.

[thismaskiwear.livejournal.com]

"Ha! Oh, bring it on, butch," Katchoo spat derisively.

[minnesota-teen.livejournal.com]

Amber blinked.

"Oh no you didn't just call me butch," she said, hands on hips.

[thismaskiwear.livejournal.com]

"Call you what I want. It's a free country," Katchoo drawled with a deliberately maddening smirk. "You wanna wear a tiara while you try, if that makes you feel any better?"

[minnesota-teen.livejournal.com]

"Hey, how'd you know I was an American teen beauty princess?"

Amber might have missed the sarcasm there, yah.

[thismaskiwear.livejournal.com]

Considering Katchoo's tendency to wield sarcasm with all the subtlety of a poleaxe, that was impressive.

She snorted again (how she had intact nasal passages any more was a minor miracle) and gave Amber a disinterested stare. "Just seem like the type," she answered. It had been a guess -- she was pretty good at reading people -- but having it confirmed made her roll her eyes a little.