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]

Yeah, whatever.

Does it matter? Didn't friggin' come out how it was supposed to.

[Just...looking at you, Phantasma.]

Why do you keep laughing?

[not-booberry.livejournal.com]

[Skips a beat.]

Huh? What do you mean? --Oh well! Doesn't matter, aa ha ha ha ha~

[Your grumpiness bounces off of Phanty like rubber to glue, Pokey. She's too busy looking at her new BLOCK.]

Jeez! Sure it matters. Like, is it, eee hee hee hee-- supposed t' be a building [She turns the block vertically...] or, like, a truck? [...then horizontally.]

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

[He grits his teeth. My god...that laughing..]

It was supposed to be a car. As you can see, it's more like a car after its been impounded.

[not-booberry.livejournal.com]

[Blissfully unaware!!]

Oh? Chee, that ain't too hard, right? Like, aaa ha ha ha ha-- like, all you need to do is cut a couple chunks out on the ends, right?

Then it'd be spooktactular!

Or, like, you know. Recognizable!

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

[Just pouting.]

It's harder then it looks, stupid.

[not-booberry.livejournal.com]

Why? Is this, like, your first time, or what?

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

[Yes.]

No. I've done it a hundred times-no, a MILLION times. This one is just really difficult.

[not-booberry.livejournal.com]

Oh!

[She stares at the block for a moment. SOMETHING SEEMS AMISS HERE. Her face wrinkles a little, before erupting in more mad, albeit confused, laughter.]

Um. Why?

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

Because....

Because it just IS.

[not-booberry.livejournal.com]

[There's a pause, followed by MORE LAUGHTER.]

Ha ha-- you don't know, do you? DUMB.

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

[His body visibly tenses, and then he stands bolt upright, just glaring.]

What'd you just call me?

[not-booberry.livejournal.com]

[tease tease tease]

You don't know! You don't know! That's pretty silly, eee hee hee hee hee hee~

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

[And he's just growling, waving his pocket knife at you like a little jackass. The image is, to be quite blunt...silly.]

I do so know, you little jerk! You witch! You-

[And his eyes go wide for a moment as he bring his other hand to his mouth, coughing and hacking horribly. It's a painful, wet sound, though he's still trying to glare at Phantasma while doing it. It's hard, though, and he eventually drops the knife and has to clutch the back of the bench he was sitting on.]

[not-booberry.livejournal.com]

[Phantasma continues to laugh! And laugh and laugh and-- hey, wait a minute. This kid isn't stopping.

Um.]

Hey! Um, eh-heh-- you can stop now! It's not-- uh.

[She reaches out, to touch Pokey's back, unsure. What is this? People feeling pain and misery? She's from a Hanna Barberra cartoon what is this I don't even--]

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

[And the coughing begins to peeter off, but he goes as rigid as a board of wood when Phanty touches him, and immediately jumps away. He glares at her through the last few coughs, though at least he still hasn't gone to pick up his knife and wave it like a little retard at her again.

Finally, the coughing stops entirely, and he runs a hand through his hair, trying to look cool and composed as he goes into a more nonchalant pose.]

Don't touch me. Ever. I didn't ask to be touched, so don't.

[not-booberry.livejournal.com]

[Derpy shrug. Whatever, man. She's really not concerned as much as she's confused about the whole thing.]

Yeah, well! Maybe, like, you shouldn't go around just, eh-heh, bleeding from the mouth!

I dunno! People don't do that usually, right?

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

[Just glaring. My god, he really doesn't need this right now.]

I can't control it, you idiot. I'm sick.

[not-booberry.livejournal.com]

[And it all goes flying right past her empty little head.]

Like I'd know that! You people are always, like, so strange. It, aaa ha ha-- I was just asking!

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

I'm hardly like most people. Don't even begin to clump me in with them.

[He harumphs, crossing his arms in a pout.]

And you're the strange one, asking stupid questions you ought to know the answer to. And always laughing! Stop that! Seriously!

[not-booberry.livejournal.com]

[Phantasma crosses her arms as well, puffing her cheeks out - YES POKEY SHE IS MOCKING YOU]

Yeah, well! Eee hee hee hee hee-- well! I wouldn't, so there.

Like, your hair is stupid, right? Right!

[Champion of wit, here.]

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

Yes. My hair is stupid. Genius.

You're pathetic. Go away.

[not-booberry.livejournal.com]

Whatever!

[She looks down at the block, awesome. HMM.]

--Are you sure I can, like, keep it?

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

Geez, how many times do I have to say this. Yes, you can keep it. It's just a stupid block.

[not-booberry.livejournal.com]

Eee hee hee hee-- no, it's not! It's a car, right?

[She holds the block up to her face, still examining it. It might be a piece of crappy crap, but it's HER piece of crappy crap, now.

PRESENTS MEANS FRIENDS, POKEY. WHAT HAVE YOU DONE.]

--Thank you!

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

[Just...looking at her disbelieving. Oh no. God no. She doesn't think this was some kind of FAVOR, does she?]

Thank you for...don't thank me for a block of wood!