Second Verse, Same as the First
Nov. 3rd, 2010 11:12 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
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.]
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.]
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Date: 2010-11-03 09:32 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2010-11-03 09:40 pm (UTC)Wait a minute! Now I remember you! You were the creepo telling all the kids to come to him during the whole friggin' Maipole thing!
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Date: 2010-11-03 09:41 pm (UTC)I was ordered to. And besides, less people were hurt because of it.
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Date: 2010-11-03 09:43 pm (UTC)....So Engie's really back?
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Date: 2010-11-03 09:44 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2010-11-03 09:52 pm (UTC)[[He gives a little wave before he turns to leave.]]
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Date: 2010-11-03 09:53 pm (UTC)...See ya, mister.
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Date: 2010-11-03 09:54 pm (UTC)