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Post by Lea on Dec 22, 2017 19:05:58 GMT -5
- it's Christmas eve, Santa Claus has retired and now his son is Santa Claus and this is his first Christmas as Santa.
- When he runs out of magic forget-me dust, he has no other choice but to take the guy who catches him back to the north pole. What could possibly go wrong?
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St. Nicholas Claus Jr. "Nick", "Nicky", "Claus Jr." x x 23 & male (fictitious)
Simon Levinsky x x age & male (sweetclover1)
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Post by Lea on Dec 22, 2017 19:06:24 GMT -5
Nicholas Claus Jr. // somewhere in America
Snow was falling hard on this particular Christmas night. The visibility was nearing on zero, the wind whistling loudly, barely a sound other than that could be heard. Yet, somehow, through the thickness of the snow and screaming of the wind, a bright light cut through. Similar to that of a headlight, this light was so much more powerful. It cut through the night, guiding a man dressed in red and white in a sleigh led by a handful of flying reindeer. It was a magical scene, until the man jerked the reigns an suddenly the sleigh was descending.
"Holy-" the man scream, pulling up on the reins. It was almost as if the reindeer weren't listening - actually, the were deliberately ignoring the man. The sleigh fell, led by the deer, toward the earth. The man gritted his teeth, the hat that he fallen to cover his eyes, pulling away from his head as the wind grabbed a hold of it. This revealed a young man, much unlike the fairy tale story version told of Saint Nick. His eyes were so bright, so blue, they were just like Santa Claus's eyes, yet his face was soft and unbeaten by weather just yet. His cheeks were just as rosy, his eyes twinkled just the same, but he was over took with some kind of panic, dark brown curls were falling into his eyes, and he was merely covered by a five-o-clock shadows, not the classic white beard and mustache.
The ground came rushing at the man fast and in one last desperate move he jerked hard on the reins. Luckily, the reindeer were done messing with him, and they pulled up at the last moment, right before ramming into a street lamp, "You guys suck," the man said, referring to the reindeer, "You could've killed us."
He could've sworn he heard one of the reindeer snicker at him and he was tempted to threaten not sharing his next plate of cookies. This thought fled him once they landed with a clip-clop on the roof of a child's home. He pulled a paper from his pocket and as he unfolded it, it grew much in length. He scanned the paper until he found what he was looking for. Aloud he said the kids name followed by, "Ah, side note here: this kid has an older sibling who no longer believes in Santa and dog that has a history of trying to steal dad's sash." after reading, he quickly folded the paper back up and slid it back in his pocket, "Okay, wait right here. I don't want a repeat of Edinburgh, please." he winked at the reindeer, scooped up his sash and through the power of magic, disappeared through the skinny little chimney.
This particular home did not have a fire place, but through the power of Christmas magic, one appeared - if only for the time being - and the man - supposedly the son of Santa Claus - fell to the ground. Smoke flew up around him and he coughed it away, brushing the coal dust from his eyes, "You gotta stop doing that, Nicky," he whispered to himself.
He strode up the Christmas tree and dropped his sash, narrowly missing knocking the plate of cookies off the coffee table. Claus Jr. wondered where the dog may have been, but from his knowledge the dog had been getting on in age and perhaps he was now too lazy to come yapping at an intruder. From his sash, he began to pull out presents.
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Post by sweetclover1 on Dec 22, 2017 21:52:35 GMT -5
Christmas was one of Simons least favorite holidays.
Not only had it been so commercialized at this point but there was such an extreme pressure to get the perfect thing for every person that you knew that by the end of the month he'd be broke. Not to mention that half of his family was Jewish and so there had been Hanukkah just recently and frankly? Simon was a bit peopled and holiday'd out. Most people loved to be back around their family and sure he had actually been let out of the hospital in time to spend it with his family but he still felt overwhelmed. He had never been a fan of the holidays ever since he found out the magical creatures (like Santa Clause and the Easter Bunny) weren't real. For him it took the magic out of it and after that he just sort of lost interest in it all. His lists went from exuberant and creative to asking for new pairs of underwear and pajamas. He knew that one year he asked for a puppy but that was about it after the revelation. His dad had gotten him that puppy, whom he had named Buddy, in an attempts to get him excited about Christmas again but he already knew. He was excited about Buddy but he didn't get into the christmas spirit anymore.
Plus he was twenty one now and coming back home wasn't incredibly special, he had to spend more time here now that he'd gotten sick again, and the only reason why he even tried to keep up his appearance was because of his baby sister, Layla who was barely six and was a devout believer in Santa. He didn't have the heart to tell her that Santa was a fraud and that was why he found himself limping over to the Christmas tree and stacking up the presents carefully and quietly. His pale hands shook slightly as he set each gift down, stacking them in a way he imagined this "Santa' would, shifting on his prosthetic every now and then as he hummed a few songs from the "Grinch who stole Christmas" since he was fully aware that he was a Grinch.
Once he was done he slowly pulled himself up and let out a sad sigh when he looked to see Buddy only to find the pup not there. They had to put him down a few weeks ago because the golden retrievers arthritis had gotten so bad. He grabbed a gingerbread cookie and forced himself to swallow it before starting in on a second one, the sweet dry in his mouth and tasting funny to him, stomach already protesting. To explain: he really didn't feel well and Layla insisted on making them this year. Which meant that they had enough salt in them to give someone a heart attack and they were burnt. But it was the thought that counted, right?
He coughed a little as he wandered slowly through the house to find a bottle of water before taking slow sips of it. The cool water was slowly taking away the salt out of his already dry mouth and soothed his swollen throat as he stared out the window at the heavy snow. He was leaning heavily on the smooth granite counter tops and was tugging on the black thermal he was wearing that seemed almost too big for his skinny frame, but everything seemed like that, even when he was healthy. He was a pretty petite for a guy and even smalls didn't fully fit, but now... they just seemed pretty big on him. He swore once he was healthy again he was going to build some muscle or at least get some fat on him so he didn't look so pathetic- err... small. Yeah. That was the right word for it.
He was about to go to bed when he remembered to check for any last minute gifts from Amazon- he'd gone to bed pretty early the night before- so he meandered back the front porch to check. He almost instantly regretted it because he had nothing but those thermals, a soft red pair of flannel fluffy pants, and a black beanie. Not enough to keep him warm even if he was out for only a few moments and then rushed back inside. He should have thought more about going outside in the middle of the night and was starting to let out a low string of curses when he heard a low thump. That made him pause because his dad was fast asleep with his stepmother and Layla wasn't heavy enough to make that noise. Then he heard someone talk to themselves and he definitely didn't recognize it.
He scowled, body tensing up and dark blue eyes narrowing considerably, and he grabbed the closest thing that could be used as an item: a nice hardback book. His arms were tense as he snuck up behind the stranger, ignoring the fact that the other was bigger than the twenty one year old and healthy, and raised the book to smash it down on the other. Would t have been better to call the police? Yup. But Simon wasn't known for his common sense.
(Simons kind of a grinch xD )
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Post by Lea on Dec 22, 2017 22:31:07 GMT -5
Nicholas Claus Jr. // caught
Of course he had to be too loud. He had heard the kid coming up behind him long before the kid had the book in his hands. There was always a plan for this, Forget-Me-Dust was something that Nicholas had made sure he had a ton of. So, when he heard Simon coming up behind him, he slid his hand into the little pouch and grabbed a handful of the dust. Except, there was no dust. Uh-oh.
Nicholas ducked away from Simon, whipped around and put his hands up, "Don't hit me with that!" he whispered harshly. He lowered his hands, then bent over and grabbed his sash. He slung it over his shoulder, then smiled at Simon, "Simon Levinsky, the boy who got the puppy named Buddy. Like Buddy the Elf; gosh I love that movie."
He shook his head at the thought, "I should sit down and watch that when I get back to the pole."
When we. You've gotta take him in now, Nicky. He groaned aloud at his own thought. He looked up at Simon and tilted his head, "You're different than your picture," okay that sounded creepy, "Maybe it's just the filters that make you look healthy." inconsiderate.
"That sounded bad, but I promise I'm not as inconsiderate as I sound," he said looking around the room, "I love your decorations, your mom did a wonderful job. Mom's are great, aren't they?" he seemed in awe of moms - of course he did, he was a Mama's boy.
"And I'm talking way too much! Let me introduce myself: I'm Saint Nicholas Claus Jr, this is my first year as Santa, and you and I have to get going! I still have like a hundred presents left to deliver and if little boys and girls like Layla are going to have a great Christmas, well, we've gotta get a move on!"
Nicholas brushed his curls out of his face with his hand smiled his most charming smile. He adjusted the sack over his shoulder and nodded in the direction of the fireplace which had not been there previously. He totally forgot the fact that this was totally unbelievable to a regular human being and the fact that he was technically a stranger in the Levinsky home. But of course, his ego was to get in the way. Of course Santa is real and of course you should know who he is. Right? |
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Post by Lea on Dec 26, 2017 17:03:49 GMT -5
Nicholas Claus Jr. // getting annoyed
Nicholas sighed, this was going to be harder than anticipated. How hard was it to believe that Santa was real? Nick had believed in him all his life - well, there was this one time when he was a teen where he claimed he didn't believe in his father, but that was just him being an angst-filled teenager.
He had thought that mentioning the old dog would make Simon believe, but that had fallen through and now he was looking at him like he was a mental patient. Great. Nicholas looked down at his watch. This watch wasn't your regular watch, it showed the amount of hours left in the night, how many kids were left to deliver gifts to, and how much magic he had left for the evening. Forget-me dust wasn't considered a part of his magic, it was literally dust in a baggie. He still had a full amount of magic, but he realized that would only last for a little bit longer, especially if he had to convince this kid that he was actually Santa.
"Okay, okay. I know it sounds crazy to you, but if you would just come up to the roof with me, you'll find that there are actually reindeer and a sled waiting for me. I've got," he looked down at his wrist, "Maybe five hours left to deliver gifts to maybe a million kids?" he checked his wrist again, "1,200,011 kids to be exact."
He glanced around the room, looking for something that could help him prove himself. With a sigh, he snapped his fingers and suddenly the lights on the tree were flashing as though they were dancing and the elf on the shelf - a classic - was doing an Irish jig. He looked down at his wrist once more, the magic scale that had been at ten was now at eight. If this took any longer, he was going to have to use his magic to make this kid fall asleep so he could essentially kidnap him - and he didn't want to do that.
"It may be hard for you to believe, but I hope that what you're seeing helps you believe just enough that you come with me. You'll be back before sunrise and you can open your presents with your sister. Of course, your presents aren't from Santa because you're too old now. No, I'm not from the Hospital down the road. I just stopped by there for those poor sick kids and I don't have time to go back." |
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Post by sweetclover1 on Dec 26, 2017 17:56:03 GMT -5
(Yup I did!)
Simon was honesty a little surprised that the other looked annoyed when Simon didn't believe him. But, really, who would? Right now Simon was having trouble believing in anything, from modern medicine to more religious aspects of his life, so why should he believe in some mythical being that he'd known hadn't existed since he was nine? Honestly he felt like he was the one that was going crazy now and he had to rub his eyes a little to make sure this was real.
Yup. This attractive looking man was still standing there and checking his watch, asking him to come out onto his roof so he could prove that he wasn't crazy. Man, this guy really wasn't giving up, was he? Well, he supposed that it wouldn't hurt if he followed the man, maybe he could distract him long enough so the police could come. He was saying something about how he had over a million kids to deliver presents too, and no matter what he said it seemed to just make Simon more convinced that he was some kind of mental patient, and he decided there was no use in trying to argue with someone who was so convinced.
He must have still been staring at the other strangely because right then the man snapped his fingers and he saw.... the elf on the shelf doing a jig? Simon swore under his breath at that, backing away just a little unsteadily, convinced even more that devil thing was possessed. Even as a kid he was terrified of that creepy smiling doll and even if he struggled to believe in anything else he did believe in bad juju and possession. It was either that or it was Simon who was starting to see things and now he was trying his best to think if any of his medications had "hallucination" in it's side effects. He couldn't think of any, though, so he just gave a hesitant nod.
"It's either that it's real or I'm finally hallucinatin' " He muttered under his breath, pinching his nose for a moment, trying to decide what to do. Once he was promised that they'd be able to ge back home so he could open presents with his younger sister he finally agreed hesitantly. There wasn't any point in trying to argue with the other, clearly, so he just fixed his glasses and nodded. He had to go back to the hospital soon, anyways, maybe even after the presents so he might as well enjoy this freedom while it lasted. "They aren't poor, they're just kids who're sick. Most of 'em will be the brightest kids you'll ever meet." He corrected him quickly, seeming to bristle at the word choice, before realizing that he'd have to tone it down and let out a sigh. "Well... let's get goin' then. " |
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