Turn a Blind Eye (Action)

[ceasetoexist]

[As he goes about his day today, something seems odd about Pokey. Almost off, if you will. Instead of his usually slow, grumbling, unhappy pace, he seems to be walking fairly briskly. Not only that, he seems to be....greeting people as he goes about whatever it is he's doing?

Screw horrible radio broadcasts and the hazmats, Pokey actually seems happy at the moment. You would almost think he'd managed to get his stupid ass droned, if not for the fact that he maintains his usual tone, although slightly cheerier.

There are several ways to run into him today.]

A. On The Streets

[Again, Pokey is just bouncing with good cheer today, and seems eager to share it. He'll openly great you on the streets today, among other things. Other things he could be doing at the moment? If you look like you need a hand with something, Pokey'd be happy to come help. Or, oh, is that litter? He'll actually clean that shit up. Later in the day, you'll also find him carrying several sheets of cardboard back home with him. Feel free to bother him then too. Feel free to bother him while he's doing one of many semi-helpful services around town or coming to greet you.]

B. At School

[Who cares if there's roving gangs of obviously dangerous men under Grady's control at the moment? School is still school. Which is amazing, considering how often Pokey tends to play hooky. He's unusually attentive in class as well, instead of his usual tendency to just sleep through courses. And much like his on the streets entry, he'll be doing his best to help others: picking up crap, offering to help other kids with their books even if he doesn't know them yet, ect. Feel free to bother him during any of these helpful shenanigans.]

C. Decorating His Yard

[Around early evening, 502 Ricardo Street's front lawn is going to begin to become slightly more colorful. Horribly so. It seems Pokey decided to try and put all that cardboard he had in the first option to good use and try to make Halloween decorations for the front yard with it, such as cut-outs of pumpkins and zombies and witches and yada yada yada. They're...not particularly good. In fact, a blind monkey could have probably made them better. But he's clearly still happy with it as he tries to get his yard set up for Halloween.]

D. Phone

[Pokey's voice, while clearly not droned, is still incredibly enthusiastic, almost bubbling. He's also stupidly left if unfiltered.]

Okay, so we have like, a week and a half to Halloween. And I don't know about you folks, but all this crap with the "Russian" and the radio broadcast and whoever these jokers in the suits are?

Not letting it ruin my holiday. Nope.

Cause the thing is, bad junk happens to us all the time. Constantly. So you know what? Forget about the costs. Halloween only comes around once a year, and I'm not letting some jerkwads ruin this one time of the year for me. You all can, that's fine. But I intend to enjoy the holiday the way it was meant to be.

Comments

D is for Phone

[enviousmath.livejournal.com]

My, what a peculiar optimistic take you have on this.

Speaking of Halloween, that may be what this is all about. [The situation is fairly frightening and after her talk with Eirin about what might happen to Mayfield, it makes some sense.]

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

Heh. "Optimistic" wasn't the kind of response I was expecting.

Maybe. Don't care. Doesn't change that I plan to enjoy myself.

[enviousmath.livejournal.com]

You have a more positive outlook than the others. Either you're being optimistic or you've lost your mind from the insanity.

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

Hard to tell I guess.

Me? I'm pretty sure I'm just selfish.

C is for cookie

[ninemelodies.livejournal.com]

_{[Walking home when he suddenly backs up, staring at the yard in a mixture of confusion and 'I'm-12-years-old-and-what-is-this']}

I can't help but feel like I've seen these before... Oh, wait! Halloween Town! _{Man, I almost forgot about that place. It feels like it's been ages since I was on that one mission with Roxas.}

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

Yeah, that's...

[Slow pause and just turning to look at you for a moment.]

Halloween Town?

[ninemelodies.livejournal.com]

Yeah, pretty gloomy if you ask me. I wouldn't pick it as my vacation spot.

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

Well, what's wrong with it? I mean, I'm guessing the place holds Halloween in pretty high regard, right? That sounds awesome.

D

[armywithcountry.livejournal.com]

[Prussia bursts into laughter.]

Good on you, kid! No point in letting these bastards scare us, huh? That's just giving them what they want!

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

Pretty much. I spent the first twelve years of my life with some old jerkwad telling me what I could or couldn't do. I'm done with that, thanks.

[armywithcountry.livejournal.com]

That's the spirit! Doing whatever people tell you out of fear is for sissies. I certainly don't plan on hiding from these men in masks like a coward!

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

And at least they can apparently die, from what someone else said on the phones, so they aren't invincible.

A

[wolf-faerie.livejournal.com]

[There's a very cautious looking wolf roaming the streets. In fact, you can barely see her, since she's mostly hiding behind bushes. She's only scouting out the area for now.

If Pokey looks closely at all, he may notice that the wolf has green eyes.]

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

[It takes him a little while, but he eventually notices. At first, his reaction is to freak out because, you know, wolf in the town. Then his reaction is to go over and investigate because he's still in essence a twelve year old boy and hey, wolves are pretty awesome.

Then he'll notice the eyes. And that? Uh, yeah. That took him a little off guard.]

...Aisling?

[wolf-faerie.livejournal.com]

[Aisling whines a little to indicate that yes, this is her, and that she still hasn't stopped worrying about all this. She keeps looking this way and that, and her hair is on end.]

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

[He just nods a little bit. He looks this way and that for a moment, before cautiously reaching out to pat Aisling on her head before openly, and slightly loudly saying]

Good dog.

[And then he'll be on his way again. Hopefully, he didn't look suspicious enough to possibly blow Aislings' cover.]

A

[dodo-master.livejournal.com]

[All the recent happenings in town have left Cynric pondering and contemplative rather than worried. Very few things in life worry him. But, people sound worried, and still being without magic he was feeling a bit useless. It wasn't like he could fight alongside Zevran, either.

So, he's decided the least he could do was make sure things at home were in order. He's coming back from the grocery store, stokced up on medicine, bandages, and food. He's carrying it all behind him with his wagon, when he spots you carrying all that cardboard. CURIOUS!]

Ah, Pokey! Doing well despite all these recent events, I take it?

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

[He'll just smile over at you, Cynric. Yeah, he's in a good mood.]

Doing well? I'm awesome! It's only about another week 'til Halloween, so I need to get ready for it, you know?

[dodo-master.livejournal.com]

[Ah, Halloween! Considering his age and the places he's lived, Cynric's been around to watch the whole thing evolve.]

Is it that soon? I guess so! Ah, I'm curious as to how they celebrate it here. Halloween's come a long way, you know!

A

[strike-you-out.livejournal.com]

[Should Pokey happen to wander past 726 Anderson on his merry way, he might spot his supposed 'arch enemy' occupying the front doorstep.

On the lowest step, Slugger sits nearly doubled with both arms wrapped around himself. He appears to be staring at the ground, possibly even asleep, but at the slightest sound of approaching movement, he instantly jerks up his head and looks directly at Pokey.

But today the antagonizing grin is absent from his face as is any other expression that might indicate feeling. Today he simply spots Pokey, recognizes him as something other than imminent threat, then silently looks away.]

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

[Pokey doesn't care. he doesn't care. He'll just keep walking after staring at Slugger for a minute. It doesn't matter. It doesn't-

Goddammit, why is he standing in front of him now?]

What's the matter with you, psycho?

[strike-you-out.livejournal.com]

[Slugger doesn't raise his head but he nods vaguely toward the ground.]

I threw up. [And he doesn't remember where so... watch your step.]

D - filter

[insectoidalien.livejournal.com]

Really.

[Guess who's not impressed]

Filter

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

Yep.

Re: Filter

[insectoidalien.livejournal.com]

[She continues to be unimpressed]

The idea that not dying long enough might culminate in learning some useful info has not entered your skull?