Simple fun.

[wanna_bash_heads]

http://bakerstreet.dreamwidth.org/2781539.html?thread=1403899235#cmt1403899235

Started there, moved here, because this way turtle or other cameos are easier to manage.

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[dulcet_cellist]

Sebastian stared at the pillows for a long moment before carefully selecting a couple that he felt were cleanest out of the bunch. And then he carefully took them outside to wait.

He kept an eye out for Casey, curious about what he was looking for inside his fort.

"What will your friend have for you if you win?"

[wanna_bash_heads]

Casey wasn't far behind him, hefting several pillows and his hockey stick in his left hand. The padding on his legs on now, but he stood solidly on the ground. "Dunno. He doesn't know what I have for him either. We decided to leave most things to the element of surprise."

Dumping the pile of pillows on the ground, Casey looked at the smaller kid now with a grin. "I'm expecting him to try and be sneaky though, but I am so ready for it." One step, the roller-blades actually flipping around to go under his sneaker, as he stepped again, and then was on his skates. "I'm planning to keep him from getting close if I can."

Moving the stick down, and flipping a pillow up into the air with it, juggling it a bit as he started to glide. "That's, where these come in. Like I said..." Taking careful aim at a trash can near the entrance to the alley, before smacking the pillow into it with a clatter and fwump. "Ammunition. The bigger ones are for if I have to get up close."

[dulcet_cellist]

Sebastian was surprised. First by the skates and then by the aim and power of Casey's pillow. He'd never seen anyone do something like that before. He also surprised himself. He didn't like sports. His father did. But this game was interesting and it seemed fun.

"What is the item he has to capture? Will he have skates, too?"

[wanna_bash_heads]

Casey made it look easy as he moved around the alley, gliding and at ease as much as he would be on ice. Twirling the stick a bit, before he picked up another pillow and juggled it with the flat of the hockey stick. It'd be easier if pillows glided along the ground, but since they didn't...

"He's gotta grab my hockey mask from my bag. Dunno about the other. Mikey might bring his skateboard, he might not." A smirk, and Casey did a quick turn before lobbing the pillow (albeit far more gently) in Sebastian's direction. "If he's smart, he won't. Can't match me on these."

[dulcet_cellist]

Sebastian tried to catch the pillow, but it sort of hit him in the chest and then got trapped by his arms. So, in a way, he had caught it. He smiled despite the clear lack of coordination. He didn't play any sports.

"Then how will he be fast enough?" He asked, hugging the pillow. He'd almost forgotten it wasn't as clean as he preferred.

[wanna_bash_heads]

It counted as a catch, as far as Casey was concerned. How old was this kid anyways? Still single-digits, that was certain. Coming to a stop by Sebastian, leaning against his hockey stick and smiling back. "No clue. Mikey can be pretty fast when he wants to be, so we'll see. He's also kind of off-the-wall, compared to his bros. It'll be interesting."