You Take The Highroad, and I'll Take the Lowroad

[ceasetoexist]

[A few options for you today with what Pokey’s up to, Mayfield.]

Option One: Pissing Around in his Yard
[You’ll find Pokey out on his yard at 502 Ricardo Street measuring parts of the lawn. He seems to mainly be focusing on measuring it in squares, occasionally putting tape down in the same squares he’s measured. God knows exactly what the kid thinks he’s doing at the moment.]

Option Two: Check Out His New Knife
[Having saved up enough allowance from his “parents”, Pokey has managed to buy one of those little boy scout pocketknives. He had wanted to get something bigger for self-defense, but hey, he guesses this’ll do. You can find him either ideally playing with it as he walks down the street, occasionally tossing it and catching it and all the crap little boys are want to think is “cool” about having a knife. Optionally, you can find him at the park trying to whittle a piece of wood he found.]

Option Three: On The Phone
[You can hear what sounds like the kid messing around with metallic parts as he talks into the speaker.]

So, I’ve been here for like, two months, and I’m as bored as ever. I’m curious, if you people could bring back one thing, or person, or even small place from home, what’d you bring back here?

[A small pause.]

Me? I’d bring back my little brother.

[Harpuia, since you live with the kid, feel free to notice that there’s a bunch of metallic shit on the table, and he seems to be attempting to assemble it into something.]

Comments

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

Main fortress?

Man, you must not have been kidding about how big the army you worked with was then.

[ponypuncher.livejournal.com]

Why would I kid?

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

I dunno.

Some people tend to joke around about armies, stupid as that sounds.

And really? I don't know if you needed an army, seeing you smash stuff up yourself.

1/2

[ponypuncher.livejournal.com]

Now, now, ya gotta remember, I'm just one man! Besides...

[ponypuncher.livejournal.com]

It ain't any fun drinking, eating, or fighting alone.

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

...I guess not. Really depends on the ways you have fun, I guess.

[ponypuncher.livejournal.com]

Any way we can.

Ya said ya had a little brother?

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

Yeah, I do. He's careless and soft, and doesn't really know how to take care of himself.

[ponypuncher.livejournal.com]

How old is he?

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

Eight. Maybe nine, by this point.

[ponypuncher.livejournal.com]

Still just a little one. Give him time to grow up.

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

He needs to do so quicker. I'm twelve, and I'm already ready. I was ready by the time he was his age, too. He's brave, but it's a stupid brave, so that doesn't help. And now he can't really rely on me to help him.

[ponypuncher.livejournal.com]

Ya might want to watch how ya talk about him. I'll let ya in on a little secret. My older brother? He ain't that brave.

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

Neither am I. But I know how to stay safe, and I know how to survive.

[ponypuncher.livejournal.com]

For all ya know, that stupid-brave might save yer life someday.

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

Maybe.

I'm never really going to get to know.

[ponypuncher.livejournal.com]

Hm? Why not? Ya got a full life ahead of ya.

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

Can't go home.

[ponypuncher.livejournal.com]

Don't ya think he might show up?

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

Anything's possible.