56 - Action/Phone
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ceasetoexist[It was weird. After a week of feeling like garbage, to wake up feeling as good as he did didn't really make sense. But really, after having a confrontation he was dreading and having it turn out all right? It felt good. And he hadn't felt this good in a long time.
Pokey couldn't remember the last time he actually felt, well, decent since everything. Last Christmas, maybe? Early March, at the very latest? It had been a long time. But now that he'd actually felt it, actually felt some kind of closure, of confidence? It was time not to waste that.]
[Action - 502 Ricardo]
[School? Screw that. Pokey still had something important to do considering his spider mech was still practically sprawled out across the yard. It had gotten repaired some, but really being blown apart with thunder magic will do that to a robot.
But it was coming along. Over the last two months of repairs, there was some small, but noticeable, progress as the mech was slowly repaired. Which still didn't mean to slow down. Right now, Pokey's busy tinkering away on it in the front yard, a small robot scampering around to go and get tools for him when he asks for them. When the robot isn't busy tripping over it's own feet.
Or when the robot isn't running around sporadically from fear as Pokey yells at it for doing something that displeases him, just barely dodging tools as Pokey throws them at it. Either or.]
[Action - Bowling Alley]
[Pokey always thought bowling was a pretty dumb sport. After all, I mean you throw a ball and knock down pins, nothing special about that. Still, he decided he might as well try it out for once, for shits and giggles.
And actually found it pretty good for stress relief. He's really gotten into it.
At the same time, most people usually roll the balls instead of, you know, hefting it up and tossing it. They also generally stick to their own lanes, though that's something Pokey doesn't particularly give a good goddamn about that.
Yeah. Enjoy the fat kid ruining your game.]
[Phone]
So, okay, I've got an awesome plan, but I need to know something first.
Anyone got a TV I can hook a Super Nintendo up to? Because I need to know that before I even bother. You let me borrow your TV and, hey, I might even let you play some.
For. You know. Like maybe a half hour or something.
Pokey couldn't remember the last time he actually felt, well, decent since everything. Last Christmas, maybe? Early March, at the very latest? It had been a long time. But now that he'd actually felt it, actually felt some kind of closure, of confidence? It was time not to waste that.]
[Action - 502 Ricardo]
[School? Screw that. Pokey still had something important to do considering his spider mech was still practically sprawled out across the yard. It had gotten repaired some, but really being blown apart with thunder magic will do that to a robot.
But it was coming along. Over the last two months of repairs, there was some small, but noticeable, progress as the mech was slowly repaired. Which still didn't mean to slow down. Right now, Pokey's busy tinkering away on it in the front yard, a small robot scampering around to go and get tools for him when he asks for them. When the robot isn't busy tripping over it's own feet.
Or when the robot isn't running around sporadically from fear as Pokey yells at it for doing something that displeases him, just barely dodging tools as Pokey throws them at it. Either or.]
[Action - Bowling Alley]
[Pokey always thought bowling was a pretty dumb sport. After all, I mean you throw a ball and knock down pins, nothing special about that. Still, he decided he might as well try it out for once, for shits and giggles.
And actually found it pretty good for stress relief. He's really gotten into it.
At the same time, most people usually roll the balls instead of, you know, hefting it up and tossing it. They also generally stick to their own lanes, though that's something Pokey doesn't particularly give a good goddamn about that.
Yeah. Enjoy the fat kid ruining your game.]
[Phone]
So, okay, I've got an awesome plan, but I need to know something first.
Anyone got a TV I can hook a Super Nintendo up to? Because I need to know that before I even bother. You let me borrow your TV and, hey, I might even let you play some.
For. You know. Like maybe a half hour or something.
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Date: 2011-11-16 04:48 am (UTC)[Slugger doesn't know what happened to lift whatever cloud of darkness had been following you, but he's glad it did because now he can be around you without feeling like a threat to your existence.]
New hobby?
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Date: 2011-11-16 05:14 am (UTC)Eh, trying it out. It's alright. I could think of better wastes of my time.
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Date: 2011-11-16 10:58 pm (UTC)How about this? A book of profiles on Mayfield's worst people. Wanna help?
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Date: 2011-11-16 11:35 pm (UTC)But why stop there?
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Date: 2011-11-17 01:31 am (UTC)[You have mischievous ideas, Pokey. Slugger can sense it.]
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Date: 2011-11-17 01:39 am (UTC)Considering how bad they are?
I think we should be keeping an eye on them all the time, right?
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Date: 2011-11-17 01:48 am (UTC)Like with Edward?
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Date: 2011-11-17 01:49 am (UTC)Exactly.
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Date: 2011-11-17 01:58 am (UTC)Maybe. If they're distracted.
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Date: 2011-11-17 02:41 am (UTC)Maybe we'll just have to make one for them.