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.]

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[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...?

[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'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.]

[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.

[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]

[ 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? ]

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

[His voice is duller then usual, though it's pretty well tempered by a hidden anger in the back of it.]

Because I want to. And I don't care if you think its a good idea or not, I do.

And if someone has a problem, I'll smack them a bit too.

[perfektsymmetry.livejournal.com]

[He holds his hands up in an innocent gesture, giving you a sympathetic look.]

H-hey. I just don't want to see you end up getting droned or something. Or hitting the car of God-knows-what in this town. Y-you never know how people will react.

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

[He lowers the bat, though still glowering. He can be an intimidating little twelve-year old when he wants to be.]

Doesn't matter. I'll get back after being droned anyway. [Well, that was said bitterly.]

Pfft. Their fault for parking their car where I could see it.

[child-abuser.livejournal.com]

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

[perfektsymmetry.livejournal.com]

N-no, really... this isn't going to solve anything. What's the matter? What happened? [He's wondering if it's boxtop related. Crowe really had more faith that people wouldn't be falling for such a thing, but...]

[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.]

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

Makes me feel better. That's what matters.

Nothing.



It isn't your business.

[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."

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

[His initial instinct is to swing the bat at whoever was just dumb enough to touch him, but he recognizes your voice as the badass guy with all the scars who has a beach in his backyard. Probably not a good idea to try hitting you with a bat.

Instead, the chubby, angry little boy just glares at you over his shoulder.]

Don't make fun of me.

[child-abuser.livejournal.com]

[Shrugs his shoulders and shakes his head.]

"I'm not. Actually, I was wonderin' if I could have a couple of swings."

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

[He just looks at you for a moment, skeptical. He holds the bat out for a moment, although tensing and slowly moving out of the way.

It's pretty clear his first instinct is to run in case you decide to turn and try to hit him. His view of people is shining.]

[imathing.livejournal.com]

[ What's the matter? Did the post office hurt someone you knew too? ]

[ Because the post office hurt Aisling and Mieu's very bawww about it. ]

[ponypuncher.livejournal.com]

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

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

No.

[Yes. Although that's the lesser part of it. And ironically, it was Aisling getting hurt too that kind of bothered him. We'll leave out the part that, until he saw her, he had been heading there to laugh at the people who we're doing this.]

[child-abuser.livejournal.com]

[Jecht grins, spitting into both of his palms and rubbing them together before gripping the bat with both hands. He walks up to the car, winds up, and shatters the back window all to hell with a single mighty swing.]

"Yeah! That's what I'm talkin' about!"

[Walks back toward Pokey, giving an appreciative little upnod before holding the bat back out for him to take.]

"Man, sometimes you just gotta let go. Feels good, don't it?"

[perfektsymmetry.livejournal.com]

[Crowe sighs a little.] I-I suppose it isn't. But that doesn't mean I can't be worried about someone who might end up getting themselves hurt or droned. I-I don't want to see anyone else getting droned if they don't have to, okay?

[Guess who's had 3 friends droned in the last week, included his closest friend here? He doesn't want to see anyone else get that way.]

[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.]

[imathing.livejournal.com]

[ Then what's the matter? And can you put down the bat? It's scary. ]

[ Poor boy. That's alright, let's never speak of it again. ]