52nd Resurrection

[sanctus_dei]

Action A: [Some of you might have noticed your Christmas light and decorations going missing. None of the big or heavy things, like lawn ornaments, but things like tinsel, small wreaths, strings of lights and the like are disappearing. Or maybe you'll catch the culprits in the act - two large crows who quietly chatter and squawk at one another, as if talking. They might be un-stringing your lights with their beaks and claws, or trying to figure out a way to lift a larger decoration, or both trying to pick up a wreath so they can carry it together. Do you investigate? Catch them? Chase them off?]

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Action B: [The bird thieves are not hiding their spoils, dumping them on the lawn and porch of 337 Brady Lane. Once they've collected enough, they caw loudly to get their master's attention. Theo comes out to argue with them.]

What the hell are you doing?

[One of the birds cheerfully flaps while holding a string of lights in his beak. The other caws at Theo.]

Because I don't give a damn about Christmas. Where did you get all of these?!

[Feel free to approach/accost/etc.!]

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[sanctusdei.livejournal.com]

[Ugh, fine. Ruffling indignantly once again, Deimos flies off. He'll remember you!]

[kinship]

[It's only after the crow has flown off, that he realises they must have already taken the ornaments from the tree outside.

HE'S CHASING YOU, BIRD!]

[sanctusdei.livejournal.com]

[Looks like his partner is crime is holding onto that ornament. He follows his brother, and the two fly off in the direction of Brady Lane.]

[kinship]

[And Cain is keeping chase, following those naughty crows all the way back.]

[sanctusdei.livejournal.com]

[They land on the fence at 337 Brady, where a young man is inspecting a pile of Christmas ornaments with a confused expression. The birds proceed to start cawing raucously at their master, who shakes his head, blinks, and then frowns sharply at them.]

Whoa whoa WHOA. One at a time. And I know this is your fault!

[kinship]

[Skidding to a halt in the front yard of 337 Brady, Cain looked between the crows and the man.]

Are these birds yours, sir?

[sanctusdei.livejournal.com]

[He yells at the birds to shut up so he can talk to Cain.] Unfortunately. Why? Some of this shit yours?

[kinship]

Yes! They were stealing our Christmas decorations.

[He shoots the birds a rather baleful glance. Shame on you, stealing from a ten year old.]

[sanctusdei.livejournal.com]

[The birds have gone silent, trying to act innocent. Theo's not falling for it, and points to the pile.] It's all yours, if you want it. I sure don't.

[kinship]

Not all of it is mine, but thank you.

[He bends down to start retrieving his baubles.]

I think they've been stealing from all over, by the looks of these.

[sanctusdei.livejournal.com]

Yeah. They wanted to decorate, I said no, so they went and did this instead.

[kinship]

...why didn't you want to decorate? It is the festive season.

[sanctusdei.livejournal.com]

I'm not a huge fan of Christmas.

[kinship]

But if your friends wanted to decorate, what would have been the harm?

[sanctusdei.livejournal.com]

They're birds. Kinda hard to decorate without arms. If my housemates wanted to decorate, I don't really care. They could have helped them.

[kinship]

Then if they can't do it themselves, as their friend it would have been kind to help them... especially if they had their hearts set on it for the holidays.