Magic Eight Ball - TM 210
Dec. 26th, 2007 01:59 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
mini_deanBen sat under the Christmas Tree, all his presents around him, piles of discarded paper needing to be put into garbage bags. As always, being an only child and spoiled by his mother in every way, Ben got basically everything he had asked Santa for.
But of course that meant the floor around him was full of video games, movies and cd's. Some toy cars (vintage muscle cars only!) and even an Ipod! But he couldn't play with everything at once, and his mother was watching something on tv with a few friends so he couldn't even play his games.
Instead, he sat with a Magic Eight Ball on his lap, a gift from his aunt Betty. He tossed it up in the air a few times, then shook it while he asked a question:
"Did my mom like her Christmas presents?" Yes responded the eight ball.
"Will I get to beat Ryan's score on Heavenly Swords?" No responded the ball.
Ben sighed, shaking the ball absently as he thought up another question. "Will I ever get to see Dean again?" he asked softly. Try again later. Not satisfied with the answer, Ben shook the ball and asked again, only to get the same reply. Two, three more times he tried, and only saw the Try again later as the answer.
"This thing blows," he stated, and tossed the magic eight ball behind him into the pile of paper, then grabbed a game for his Nintendo DS and started to play. Who expects one of those pieces of crap to really be able to tell the future anyway?
Muse: Ben Braeden
Supernatural
But of course that meant the floor around him was full of video games, movies and cd's. Some toy cars (vintage muscle cars only!) and even an Ipod! But he couldn't play with everything at once, and his mother was watching something on tv with a few friends so he couldn't even play his games.
Instead, he sat with a Magic Eight Ball on his lap, a gift from his aunt Betty. He tossed it up in the air a few times, then shook it while he asked a question:
"Did my mom like her Christmas presents?" Yes responded the eight ball.
"Will I get to beat Ryan's score on Heavenly Swords?" No responded the ball.
Ben sighed, shaking the ball absently as he thought up another question. "Will I ever get to see Dean again?" he asked softly. Try again later. Not satisfied with the answer, Ben shook the ball and asked again, only to get the same reply. Two, three more times he tried, and only saw the Try again later as the answer.
"This thing blows," he stated, and tossed the magic eight ball behind him into the pile of paper, then grabbed a game for his Nintendo DS and started to play. Who expects one of those pieces of crap to really be able to tell the future anyway?
Muse: Ben Braeden
Supernatural