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]

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!

ffuuu I'm sorry my schedule has been so terrible, slow replies

[not-booberry.livejournal.com]

[Positively beaming. She totally does. FRIENDS FRIENDS FRIENDS.]

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 :)

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

[Just gritting his teeth. The laughter. The LAUGHTER.]

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

[not-booberry.livejournal.com]

[The social situation washes off her back like it's nothing.]

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

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

[What? WHAT? What is this fuckery? Does this girl understand social situations even less then he does? How much longer can she carry on like this?

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.