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.]

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[godisachild.livejournal.com]

Done.

[And about a hour or two later, you can find Pokey leaning a bat up against the door frame of your house.

Hell no, he's not going to knock or ring the doorbell or anything. He'd rather not have to talk to you face to face, if he can avoid it...]</small.

[strike-you-out.livejournal.com]

[A wise plan of action. That is, if he hadn't just dropped down from a tree in the front yard behind Pokey. He was ttly hanging out up there, watching stuff.]

Hi.

[how nice to see you again]

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

[And Pokey freezes. Terrified. What is with this kid? It's like he's trying to get him to constantly be-

Fear. Okay. He wants him to be afraid. Pokey can work with this. He turns around and looks as non-chalant as he can.]

Hey. Got your bat.

[strike-you-out.livejournal.com]

[That or he's just a creepface with little to no social skills. You be the judge.

Slugger is pleased to find that Pokey has been true to his word and steps up to retrieve the bat.

First he'll look it over, eyes traveling up and down the barrel, then he'll give it a few test swings. He's got a pretty strong swing for being such a wiry kid.

It's nothing like his own bat, but it'll do, so he gives Pokey a nod of thanks. Whether or not he intends to hold up his end of the deal can't be known, but at least for now it looks like he'll be directing his swings away from Pokey's head.]

Thanks.

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

[Pokey just watches for a moment, not saying anything. He seems docile for now, but that doesn't mean he can fully trust him. Pokey just nods in response.]

You're welcome.

[And then he heads back to leave.]

[strike-you-out.livejournal.com]

Sayonara. [grin]

[going to go smash some things with his new bat]