milliways_bar | (no subject)

I'm pretty good.

*And the flames freeze, turning white with ice.*

Whats yer name little dude?

*His frosty eyebrows raise.*

You didn't know what you got turned into?

"I'm Barrel. I thought I told you?" He munches a little while he thinks.

"Nope, guess I didn't."

"Oh! I don't know what I got turned into because I was all sorts of stuff! I had feathers, and fur, and I squeeked, and had a tail. All because I ate some candy from the Bar. And Bill said," He looks around for Bill at this point,
"Bill said he'd bring his brothers. I think they make candy."

*Tim purses his lips.*

Ahaha.... Yes, i think Fred and George would love to meet you actually. A platypus maybe?

"I wanna meet them!" Another handful of the stuff in the bowl.
"What's a plat-ee-puss?"

*Tim gestures with his hands. There is a flaming platypus in his hands.*

Like this. But no fire.

"It would be better if it were on fire."

*Tim nods.*

More things should be on fire.

"Lock tried to set a pig on fire. But he ended up setting some pork chops on fire. And he was going to set this guy on fire, but the guy was too skinny. Wouldn't of burned well." Another handful of stuff from the bowl.

"I beat up a spelling thing yesterday." Barrel says this as if everyone does it. Just a normal everyday occurence.

Really?

*Says frosty Tim*

What'd it do?

"Well, it wouldn't stop annoying us. Me and Shock and Lock. So I beat it with my arm. It kept spelling things, and then it wouldn't tell us who it wanted to get revenge on, so that was no fun. So we tried to catch it in our bag, and it wouldn't stay in our bag. And so we tried to smack it with our coals, and Shock made a water spout. But we got bored with it and left it."

*Tim stares a long icy moment.*

Uh...huh......

"It annoyed my friend Ed. I wanted to kill it. But it didn't die. I think its a demon. Do you think Van Helsing could kill it? He's a demon hunter."

A small thing is peering up a Tim. With creepy puppy dog eyes.

Death doesn't work often here. She likes taking a break.

*Tim stares at the thing, and shifts, it's own eyes staring back.*

"Death works here?" Barrel is very confused.

*Tim shakes his head.*

No, she parties here.

Even more confusion of the part of Barrel.

*Tim grins at the kid.*

Death is one of customers. She doesn't like to have to go on duy while here.

"I have to find her. Where is she? Could I meet her? I need to meet her."

*Tim forms an ice image of Death, pale and gothy.*

This is her.

"That? That's not Death. She's too human."
Barrel crosses his arms and frowns.

*Tim shrugs*

Thats how she looks to me. She may look different to you. But if she does, you'll know her.

"Well, I don't know, maybe she does look like that in your world. I've only seen her in drawings."

What does she look like in your drawings?

*Tim idly removes his frozen head.*

((ooc:Snicker)))

"Well, she's not exactly a girl. She's also not a boy. She's not anything. Just scary and cold."

Barrel reaches up to touch the head.

"I really wish I could do that." He frowns sadly.

*Tim shrugs*

One day, you will learn.