Second Verse, Same as the First

[ceasetoexist]

 [Well, those last two weeks certainly sucked. Halloween, at least, was pretty cool as usual, but even Pokey couldn't pretend it exactly made up for being burned to death in his home. He'd tried not to think about it as everything had gone on, since it wasn't like it was the first time he had died here. But he couldn't. He couldn't stop thinking about how he'd died essentially afraid and alone, and that pissed him off.

It didn't help that he apparently had another group of people stalking him, because of the devices BLU Engie had taught him to make. And in part, that was something else he didn't want to think much about either. A lot of people he'd known had gotten droned in the past month. Engie had just been the most dominant in his mind. Though really, he should be kicking himself for caring, because it was obvious that Engie was going to leave. And all he had wanted from the guy was knowledge about how to build things, right? Right.

He needed to get his mind off everything. Get his mind off everything and start protecting himself. And what better way to do that then to make a Sentry gun like Engie had taught him?

So yeah. Feel free to notice as you go about your day that there's a kid on Ricardo Street who appears to be making what's pretty clearly a weapon on his front lawn.]

Comments

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

Yeah? Well maybe I don't like you-

[That gets cut short pretty quickly by getting stabbed. No way is Pokey attentive enough or quick enough to dodge it, and he goes down rather quickly, grabbing at his side after getting stabbed, trying to let out a strangled little scream through the pain.]

[getsciencedone.livejournal.com]

[She sighs as she draws the blade back. Her voice got a lot deadlier.]

You really shouldn't have done that you know. I was only looking at it.

I might have even given you some advice on how to improve it.

[And as she's talking she's walking over to the fallen boy.]

Be happy they haven't given me my neurotoxin back boy, this would have hurt a lot more.

[And with that she's going to slit your throat.]

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

[And he'll just grab at his throat ineffectually, gasping and gurgling before he finally bleeds out.]

[getsciencedone.livejournal.com]

[Oh, she has blood on her dress...again. She'll breathe heavily for a few moments as her rage simmers. Then she'll go and move the body. It's a little bloody on the grass but still. It is now hidden.

She stays a few more minutes to analyse the machine. She smiles after she's finished and removes some key parts of it for herself. Also the tools. Waste not want not.]

Thank you for contributing to Aperture Science! Have a nice day!

[strike-you-out.livejournal.com]

[Slugger is walking a walk that's about to take him passed Pokey's house. He did not see what transpired here just moments ago; all he'll see is a woman carrying tools who appears to be talking to no one.

In passing her on the sidewalk, Slugger won't look up beyond the bill of his cap and he won't say a word about the spatter of blood on her dress.]

[ooc] Let me know if this is/isn't alright and if you don't want him discovering the body.

[getsciencedone.livejournal.com]

[She'll walk by him and he may also notice the nasty wound on the back of her head.]

[ooc: I have a post up now where she mentions being attacked/claiming self defence when the death is brought up. So I'm fine with it.]

[strike-you-out.livejournal.com]

[ooc] Okay thanks. :)

[He does, in fact, notice the wound when he takes a sneaking glance at her over his shoulder. Not giving it much thought, Slugger continues on to spot Pokey's unfinished project and a few patches of blood on the ground nearby.

He might be curious now and he might also be about to venture in the direction of the blood trail to see where it leads...]

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

[At the end of the trail, he'll find Pokey's body pretty unceremoniously laid out after having his throat slit. There's a stab wound to his side too, but that pretty clearly wasn't what did him in.

Yeah, he ain't getting back up.]

[strike-you-out.livejournal.com]

[Apparently not.

Slugger gives the corpse a nudge. No response, but still warm. And still bleeding, too. He wonders silently what reason someone would've had to kill him (other than the obvious douche appeal)...

and turns to look at the contraption Pokey must have been working on before his untimely demise. Slugger hasn't a clue what it is, but it looks like it could be made into something dangerous.

Perhaps it shouldn't be left out in public like this.]