Bela Talbot (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
enjoythe_ride) wrote2007-12-23 10:15 pm
enjoythe_ride) wrote2007-12-23 10:15 pm
[ROTM] It’s Christmas Eve, and you’ve stumbled in only to find Santa...
OOC: This was kind of inspired by a Christmas card my family received, and while the card itself was taking place on the roof of a house—Bela doesn’t really have a house. So we’re making due. This is also pure crack.
It was late on Christmas Eve by the time Bela finished the job. It wasn’t as though she had anywhere to be the next day—Christmas, like so many other familial holidays, had just turned into another one of those days—and people always let their guard down a little more during the holidays. As of now, her plans were simply to head home, pour herself a nice glass of something very alcoholic and drink herself to sleep. It’d worked well for her so far, and she wasn’t going to argue with what worked.
Bela was making her way back to her car when she spotted the reindeer and the strange man in the red suit standing next to her car. She frowned at first in confusion, reaching for the gun in her jacket with one hand, but remaining silent. At first, in the dark, it looked like they might just go away. But then she saw the reindeer raise his back leg, and her eyes widened as she realized what was going on. She quickly pulled out her gun and fired a shot into the air, startling the animal and sending it bounding off into the woods. The man in the red suit turned to her with a glare, before crossing his arms in front of his chest.
“Now look what you’ve done.”
“Look at what I’ve done?” she fired back with a slight laugh, training her gun on the man. “Maybe you should learn to control your animals.”
“Maybe you should learn to control your temper.”
“Oh, please, it’s not like I shot the bloody thing,” Bela said rolling her eyes.
“That’s not just what I was referring to. You made the naughty list for a reason, Bela.”
“The ‘Naughty’ list,” she said flatly, giving him a look. “What? Do you think you’re—” Her voice trailed off and her mouth widened in amusement. “You think you’re Santa Claus.”
“I don’t think, Bela—I am Santa Claus.”
“And I’m the Easter bunny. Nice try, but step away from the car before I really do shoot you.”
“That wouldn’t look so good for you, would it, Bela? Shooting Saint Nick?”
“Look, I don’t know who you are—and no, I don’t believe your Santa Claus—but you were going to have Rudolph over there—”
“Prancer.”
“What?” she frowned, thrown by the interruption.
“That’s Prancer, not Ruduloph.”
“Like I care. Whoever the hell he is, he was going to take a piss on my car. You’re lucky I didn’t shoot the animal outright.”
“Bela, please—this is no way to be making a good impression.”
“On who, on you?” she shook her head. “Look Kris Kringle, or whoever the hell you are, I know I’m going to hell already—pretty much we all are. So if you would please just get out of my way, I’ll leave you be—without putting a hole in your shoulder.”
The man with the beard studied her carefully before stepping aside and heading off in the direction of the woods after his lost reindeer. She then quickly made her way to the car, slipping her carrying case inside to the front seat, and starting to study the exterior of her car for damage. When she looked up again, he was standing in front of her, arms crossed in front of his chest.
“I thought I had made myself clear.”
“I just had one more thing to ask you.”
“Well, make it quick. I’m a very busy woman.”
“I’m aware of that—plenty of things to steal I suppose. But just one question, Bela.”
“Fine,” she sighed, mimicking his posture. “One question.”
“What happened to the girl who wrote me, asking for a pony?”
Bela looked at him stonily for a minute, before turning to get into her car. “She learned that ponies are most often sent off to make glue.”
The man gave her a pitying face, before speaking up again softly. “They forgive you, you know.”
“I thought there was only one question,” she said sharply, before getting into the car, and starting it. She drove out of the clearing and out of sight before the man could say another word.
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It was late on Christmas Eve by the time Bela finished the job. It wasn’t as though she had anywhere to be the next day—Christmas, like so many other familial holidays, had just turned into another one of those days—and people always let their guard down a little more during the holidays. As of now, her plans were simply to head home, pour herself a nice glass of something very alcoholic and drink herself to sleep. It’d worked well for her so far, and she wasn’t going to argue with what worked.
Bela was making her way back to her car when she spotted the reindeer and the strange man in the red suit standing next to her car. She frowned at first in confusion, reaching for the gun in her jacket with one hand, but remaining silent. At first, in the dark, it looked like they might just go away. But then she saw the reindeer raise his back leg, and her eyes widened as she realized what was going on. She quickly pulled out her gun and fired a shot into the air, startling the animal and sending it bounding off into the woods. The man in the red suit turned to her with a glare, before crossing his arms in front of his chest.
“Now look what you’ve done.”
“Look at what I’ve done?” she fired back with a slight laugh, training her gun on the man. “Maybe you should learn to control your animals.”
“Maybe you should learn to control your temper.”
“Oh, please, it’s not like I shot the bloody thing,” Bela said rolling her eyes.
“That’s not just what I was referring to. You made the naughty list for a reason, Bela.”
“The ‘Naughty’ list,” she said flatly, giving him a look. “What? Do you think you’re—” Her voice trailed off and her mouth widened in amusement. “You think you’re Santa Claus.”
“I don’t think, Bela—I am Santa Claus.”
“And I’m the Easter bunny. Nice try, but step away from the car before I really do shoot you.”
“That wouldn’t look so good for you, would it, Bela? Shooting Saint Nick?”
“Look, I don’t know who you are—and no, I don’t believe your Santa Claus—but you were going to have Rudolph over there—”
“Prancer.”
“What?” she frowned, thrown by the interruption.
“That’s Prancer, not Ruduloph.”
“Like I care. Whoever the hell he is, he was going to take a piss on my car. You’re lucky I didn’t shoot the animal outright.”
“Bela, please—this is no way to be making a good impression.”
“On who, on you?” she shook her head. “Look Kris Kringle, or whoever the hell you are, I know I’m going to hell already—pretty much we all are. So if you would please just get out of my way, I’ll leave you be—without putting a hole in your shoulder.”
The man with the beard studied her carefully before stepping aside and heading off in the direction of the woods after his lost reindeer. She then quickly made her way to the car, slipping her carrying case inside to the front seat, and starting to study the exterior of her car for damage. When she looked up again, he was standing in front of her, arms crossed in front of his chest.
“I thought I had made myself clear.”
“I just had one more thing to ask you.”
“Well, make it quick. I’m a very busy woman.”
“I’m aware of that—plenty of things to steal I suppose. But just one question, Bela.”
“Fine,” she sighed, mimicking his posture. “One question.”
“What happened to the girl who wrote me, asking for a pony?”
Bela looked at him stonily for a minute, before turning to get into her car. “She learned that ponies are most often sent off to make glue.”
The man gave her a pitying face, before speaking up again softly. “They forgive you, you know.”
“I thought there was only one question,” she said sharply, before getting into the car, and starting it. She drove out of the clearing and out of sight before the man could say another word.
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