W.W.C - Snowball fights
The winter is finally here, so there's only 1 thing to do - snowball fighting!
Part of the Winter Writing Challenge. (Not particularly inspired)
The winter had finally come into full force for the year, sending with it a delivery of white snow, overcast white skies and a chill that was almost inescapable. The timing of the sudden insurgence of snow couldn't have been better - the weekend was here, and all those with a mischievous side were free to do whatever they pleased.
Sam and Ryan had both figured out what it was they wanted to do this particular weekend. They didn't have a clear-cut plan, or a strategy to any extent, but they knew all they needed was the snow, accurate timing, and Sam's extra throwing power for propulsion.
They were gonna go on a campaign of snowball fights. Today, they had made an effort to wake up extra early to plan out a vague form of a strategy, particularly where they would strike, whom they would strike, and exactly how they would strike.
"Okay, okay" Sam started, leaning over a table with graph paper and a series of strings, tail gently wagging back and forth. "I think I've got a decent idea of how we'll strike".
"All right then, how's this gonna go then?" Ryan asked, coming over to Sam to join him at the planning table.
"Well, I now that Alex is gonna be on his way to town, so we'll be able to catch him out on McCarthy Road" Sam explained, pulling a pin with a string on it to the location he's pointed to. "We'll then be able to make it to Devon Drive, and that's where we'll catch Rigburn - that Racoon's gonna get it for abuse he gave me in class."
"Come on Sam" Replied Ryan, "he's not out to get you."
"Shut up, we're still hitting him!"
"Sure" Said Ryan. "I've always wanted to throw something at that smug Raccoon."
"Good" Sam said, poking out his tongue to moisten his lips, tail still unconsciously wagging. He stands up from the table, claps his hands together and rubs, turning to Ryan to ask "is Bernice still in on this?"
"Yeah definitely" Ryan answered, pulling out his phone to check his messages. "She's on her way right now." As if by magic, the two canine boys hear a knock at the door, indicating Bernice's arrival.
Sam went over to answer the door, opening to reveal the blonde-haired, light grey furred bunny girl with Fuschia cardigan and a red beanie hat on.
"Well" Bernice began, her eyes travelling up and down Sam's shirtless torso, "I thought I was here for planning, but this'll do just fine."
"He's mine bitch," Ryan says, an amused grin forming across his muzzle, ears perking up at his friend's arrival.
"I know, don't get your panties in a twist" Bernice replies. "So, what's the plan so far?"
"Well, first were gonna strike Alex on McCarthy, then we'll be able to get some revenge on Rigburn" Sam said, pointing towards each of the pins.
"Okay" she says, hand on her chin quizzically. "Okay, that's perfect! I know my roommate's gonna be around this general area" Bernice says, sticking pin onto the corner of Francis Hill and Germanotta Street.
"I'm liking this plan," Ryan said, putting his arms around both accomplices. "Question - aren't we going into a little too much detail about this?"
"You can never overplan a snowball assault," replied Bernice.
"I like her" Sam laughed, fist-pumping Bernice.
"Yeah, yeah" said Ryan, "just get a shirt and as coat so we can get this show on the road."
. . . .
At around 9 AM in another part of town, Alex was stirring from his soothing sleep, light poking through his bedroom curtains from the outside world. The young fox lifted himself from his mattress, sitting up to stretch his stiff body and release a yawn that suggests good rest. He got out of his bed to open his curtains, shocking himself awake with the sudden jolt of sunlight from outside.
He pulled the curtains apart as wide as he could, relaxing and looking at the view from his window to see what the night had left over. He noticed all the white around him, and the still light snow falling from the sky.
"Oh fuck" Alex said in a low tone of voice. "Its snowball season."
Alex stepped away from the window and had a short, quick breakfast, cleaned himself up and got dressed. He puts on a pair of black skinny-fit jeans, as well as neat, trim, dark-blue coat with a hint of shoulder pads.
As soon as he locks his front door, he pulls out his phone to call someone he's got plans with.
"Hey, Mel? Did Bernice leave early today?"
. . . .
Bernice, Sam and Ryan have finally set off from their apartment headquarters, and made themselves a little fort using the bushes surrounding McCarthy Road. Although the combination of Bernice's cardigan, Ryan's neon blue snow jacket and Sam's bright yellow winter coat didn't provide any form of camouflage, they managed to go unnoticed for around 15 minutes as several people walked by them as they waited for Alex to trot on by, unsuspecting of the imminent snowball frenzy.
After a while, the trio started to become impatient, all contemplating abandoning the mission altogether.
"Sam, I'm sorry to say it" Ryan started, placing a hand of the Wolf's shoulders, "but I think we'll just have to abandon the thing".
"I went into so much planning" he sighed, looking visibly dismayed.
"I know" Ryan replied.
"And I have to admit" Bernice began, "you went into so much detail! I mean really, well done."
"A bit late for that" Ryan said. Seconds later, the trio all hear rustling from the bushes.
"What was that?" Bernice said, looking around in alarm.
"SABOTAGE!" Yelled out Alex and Melissa, a tall Hyena girl in a dark blue coat, as they began an assault of snowballs upon the three attackers.
"You dick!" laughed Ryan, preparing a snowball to hurl at the other two.
The five friends all descended into anarchy, snowball after snowball flying back and forth.