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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 parktrying 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.]
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
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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Date: 2010-08-29 06:29 am (UTC)What'd you just call me?
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Date: 2010-08-29 06:34 am (UTC)You don't know! You don't know! That's pretty silly, eee hee hee hee hee hee~
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Date: 2010-08-29 06:42 am (UTC)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.]
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Date: 2010-08-29 07:00 am (UTC)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--]
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Date: 2010-08-29 07:04 am (UTC)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.
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Date: 2010-08-29 07:07 am (UTC)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?
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Date: 2010-08-29 07:11 am (UTC)I can't control it, you idiot. I'm sick.
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Date: 2010-08-29 07:15 am (UTC)Like I'd know that! You people are always, like, so strange. It, aaa ha ha-- I was just asking!
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Date: 2010-08-29 07:21 am (UTC)[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!
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Date: 2010-08-30 04:27 pm (UTC)Yeah, well! Eee hee hee hee hee-- well! I wouldn't, so there.
Like, your hair is stupid, right? Right!
[Champion of wit, here.]
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Date: 2010-08-30 04:42 pm (UTC)You're pathetic. Go away.
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Date: 2010-08-30 05:02 pm (UTC)[She looks down at the block, awesome. HMM.]
--Are you sure I can, like, keep it?
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Date: 2010-08-30 05:35 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-08-31 01:42 am (UTC)[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!
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Date: 2010-08-31 02:49 am (UTC)Thank you for...don't thank me for a block of wood!
ffuuu I'm sorry my schedule has been so terrible, slow replies
Date: 2010-08-31 03:21 am (UTC)But you, aaa ha ha ha ha-- you worked hard on it, right? Even if it doesn't look like anything. Um. I'll, like, make it look like a car! Right?
Whatever! Anyway, eee hee hee--, hi! I'm Phantasma! What's your name?
LOL it's not problem at all :)
Date: 2010-08-31 03:58 am (UTC)Fine. It's not like I care what you do with a stupid old block of wood.
My name is Go Away. Got it?
s-so understanding
Date: 2010-08-31 04:18 am (UTC)Oh, okay! G'way it is, then! Hee hee. Weird name, but whatever!
Like, what kinda things d'ya like? I could, um. Aaa ha ha ha-- make you something, too!
I am a fount of compassion and empathy
Date: 2010-08-31 04:42 am (UTC)He starts counting off his fingers.]
Oh, lets see here. I like being left alone, being left alone, and, oh, being left alone.
.....
Sweets are pretty cool too.