Let's Deal With This With All The Maturity We Can Muster [Action}

[ceasetoexist]

[He’d found the whole box-top thing funny as hell at first. Regret wasn’t something Pokey ever did that often, and he hadn’t seen much reason to regret it this time either. People were, as far as he was concerned, terrifyingly stupid and unreliable, deserving of what ever pain they brought on themselves. And, truth be told? Most of them were funny. He hadn’t had a hard time laughing at the pain and suffering of the people here at all, especially since most of them didn’t seem to realize they deserved what they’d gotten.

But some of them he hadn’t been able to laugh at. And that bothered him. It showed he was getting weaker, and he couldn’t afford that. He had to remember that no one else mattered here except himself, and the only reason he was even trying to work with others was because it allowed for a better chance of survival. That was all. He didn’t have any possible ulterior motives.

And his thought process would pretty much go on like that indefinitely, constantly reminding himself that he was still an entirely solitary creature and that he didn’t want friendship to any degree. He was so absorbed in his constant attempt to remind himself of this that he didn’t realize it when he bumped into another, smaller child, skittering back a little after first bumping in to whoever it was and frowning.]

“Hey twerp. Watch where you’re-“

[He pauses for a moment, just looking at the boy. It takes him a moment to realize it’s Gash, or Gash Bell, or whatever stupid name the kid called himself. Usually, the runt was wearing those stupid clothes and cape he’d gotten back awhile ago. Instead, the kid was wearing the usual drone clothing. And his eyes….

Pokey glared at the boy, his voice taking a slightly more dangerous tone.]

“What are you doing?”

”I’m very sorry. I should have watched where I was going.”

[Pokey’s jaw dropped open, just looking at Gash as the smaller boy stood back up and dusted himself off in amazement. That…he couldn’t have heard that right.]

“What did you just say to me?”

”I’m sorry, did I say something wrong?”

“But…that…that isn’t the way you talk! Where’s your…you know…your boundless enthusiasm and that stupid word you put at the beginning or end of everything you say? Unu or whatever?”

”I’m afraid I don’t understand what you’re asking me. I’ve never talked that way.”

“Yes you have! What is wrong with-“

[And now it finally clicks for him. He’s been droned. Gash…has been droned? Pokey knew that droning was random, but Gash? He didn’t think the kid could have done something worth droning even by accident. Why him?

For awhile, Pokey just stood there in stunned silence, watching Gash’s drone eventually walk away and disappear. .

…It’s not like it really mattered, after all. He was just a stupid kid he’d known for a month. That didn’t mean anything. He didn’t care what happened to the stupid little squirt. Not at all. In fact, he didn’t care so much, he was going to go out and have some fun.

Returning to his house, he looked around in the garage until he found an aluminum baseball bat that was buried along with all the other kids’ sports equipment. He swung it a few times, testing the heft for a moment before heading outside.]


As you go about your day today, you’re going to find a very quiet, very sullen looking Pokey trudging around the streets carrying an aluminum baseball bat with him. Feel free to try and stop and talk with him to see what on Earth he’s doing.

Or, you can wait and see for yourselves when he uses the baseball bat to go ape shit on a cars windows. He’s attempting to only aim for drone’s cars, but it’s not like he’s going to guess which car only belongs to a drone and which belong to you with perfect accuracy. So feel free to step in and try to stop him when the little idiot does this, try to talk sense into him, or just smack him around a bit. As usual, these fun and games are going to start on Pokey’s home street of Ricardo Street, but feel free to find him pulling this shit anywhere.

[tl;dr – Pokey is bummed that his little pal Gash has been droned, which is heaping problems on top of him along with the fact that he’s scared by the fact he’s becoming less of a sociopath and actually empathizing with people. So, having all the emotional maturity of a five year old, Pokey has decided to start breaking in car windows.]

Comments

[perfektsymmetry.livejournal.com]

[Crowe is just wandering around town, staring off into space. When he hears the crunch of metal, he looks up to see Pokey's carnage. He watches you from across the street for a few moments, with a hollow expression, before speaking up.]

H-hey. Come on. I-if you get caught doing that... we don't need any more drones around here, alright...?

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

[He's not really listening Crowe. You're so far away that he's just too focused on breaking the hell out of the car window in front of him.

He's pretty much in his own little, rage-fueled world at the moment.]

[perfektsymmetry.livejournal.com]

[Even to Crowe it's obvious Pokey's not up to random mischief or something like that; this is aggression, anger.

Crowe careful steps forward, speaking gently:]

H-hey, come on now. Before you end up going after the wrong car, eh? Don't get yourself hurt...

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

[And he twirls around, pointing the bat towards Crowe.]

Back off.

[imathing.livejournal.com]

[ Mieu doesn't like it when his friends are sad. Or destroying property with large blunt objects. He heard the crash of a bat owning a car window from his doghouse, see, and he went to investigate it.

When he saw who it was, he ran back to grab a notebook and his pen. Cue frantic waving. ]

Miiiieeeeeuuuuuuu! [ Poookkeeeeyyyy! ]

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

[He takes one more swing by the time you get there, Mieu, and then just stares at you for a moment. He doesn't move at first. It's like he's been caught in time.]

What. I'm busy.

[imathing.livejournal.com]

[ Pen and paper, aw yeah. When he's done, he holds the book for Pokey to read. ]

[ Why are you smashing things? I don't think it'd be a good idea to do that, what if someone sees you? ]

[child-abuser.livejournal.com]

[Wanders up behind Pokey, just watching for the time being.]

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

[He isn't conscious of you being there Jecht. He's just going wild on the car for the moment, furious. If you let him, he'll pretty much smash all the windows out before just panting, looking at what he's done, and very occasionally just hitting the car itself.]

[child-abuser.livejournal.com]

[Comes up and puts a hand on his shoulder before he's got all the windows smashed.]

"Hey, kid. Nice form you got there."

[ponypuncher.livejournal.com]

_{[Watching this all from his porch on Williams Street.]}

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

[Yeah, he don't notice you, Thorkell, and in his anger-induced little world right now, he couldn't give less of a fuck. He is just going off on that car and it's windows, and he'll smash everything he can on the car before he even starts to show signs of stopping.]

[ponypuncher.livejournal.com]

<sub>[Children here are so interesting in this town--Actually, everybody is. He still wants to go home for the fights, though. Plus that little Greenhorn of a prince would only end up getting himself killed without him.

Finally, he calls out from the porch.]</sub>

Ya seem mad!

[anguiscantus.livejournal.com]

[Megumi is walking back to his car when he notices Pokey going ape shit on nearby cars. ... Well this isn't good.]

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

[Hi Megumi. Don't mind him. He's in his own little world on them cars there. You don't have anything to worry about. He isn't at yours.

Yet.]

[anguiscantus.livejournal.com]

[He increases his pace in attempt to get to his car before Pokey. Right now, if he's not personally impacted, he really doesn't care.]

[blu-hardhat.livejournal.com]

[[The sound of car alarms drew Engie toward Ricardo Street, and he's standing at a bit of a distance and watching as Pokey goes batshit on some poor Chevy. He's wearing his uniform minus the goggles, hardhat, and glove, and it's more than a bit obvious how he fared with the processing fee. At least he bandaged up his eye before going out.]]

Ah'm not sure how much that'll help in th' lon' run, son.

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

Don't care.

[He's not showing any sign of letting up, Engie.]

[blu-hardhat.livejournal.com]

[[Froooown. He'll move a bit closer and move to rest his right hand on Pokey's shoulder before remembering that that probably isn't a good idea with the Gunslinger. So have some awkward standing instead.]]

What happened, if'n Ah may?

[resurrectinto.livejournal.com]

[On the way out of her home on Mitchell to head to the post office when:

M-my car!!!]

HEY YOU LITTLE SHIT YOU STOP THAT RIGHT NOW!

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

[Yeah, screaming at him will get a reaction, and he just starts walking away.]

Psh. Fine by me. I'm done with this one anyway.

[And he's just going to try and skulk away.]

[resurrectinto.livejournal.com]

Stupid asshole kid.

[Inspecting the damage. I can totally drive without seeing through the windshield, right?]

[insectoidalien.livejournal.com]

[Tak is out inspecting the damage done by the post office to the overall populace when she sees you.]

What the hell are you doing?

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

[He still takes another swing at a window as he responds. His voice is almost dangerously angry.]

Relieving stress. You got a problem with that?

[insectoidalien.livejournal.com]

Not really. [In fact, she looks a little impressed at the destruction] I'd just prefer my only ally not get droned.