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ceasetoexist) wrote2010-08-05 12:18 pm
ceasetoexist) wrote2010-08-05 12:18 pm
Since These Seem To Be Popular [Action]
You can run into and interact with Pokey doing a few different things around town today starting mid-afternoon.
Option One
As you go about your day today, you'll find Pokey walking down the streets of the town, carrying a set of multicolored chalk with him. Every once in awhile, usually at the end of the street, you'll see him drawing what appears to be an odd, nine-blocked hop-scotch board. Inside the first eight blocks, he even draws weird little things like flowers and the like. Oddly childish considering, if anyone knew his actual, apparent personality.
While he's starting this little endeavor on Ricardo street as usual, you can find him doing this on each street he can get to.
Option Two
Pokey has managed to make his way out of the kids section of the library (after making a mess and scattering several adventure books and comic books on the floor, or course), and has made his way to the adult men's book area. He seems to be looking for something and is getting more and more pissy that he can't appear to find it, casually throwing books about golfing and shaving and the like to the ground as he continues his search.
Option Three
Here, Pokey can be found poking around just about everywhere. He generally seems to be attempting to avoid people, though he occasionally seems to try and ruin a game of kickball a bunch of younger, droned kids are having for the pure entertainment it seems to give him to be a dick.
Otherwise, he's attempting to head into any more secluded areas of the park, actively attempting to poke around and find what could work as hiding spots, which he seems to be writing down descriptions of in a small notebook he has with him.
Option Four
[If anyone is headed to Jonathon's Tools today, there's a good chance you're going to see the store-keeper trying to calm down a whining, irate, blue-skinned twelve year old boy.]
Young man, please realize that I can't see you a circular saw. You need to-
I don't care what I need to do, jerkwad! I already told you that my dad asked me to buy that saw!
Well, if you could get your father, I could-
Isn't this supposed to be the friggin' fifties, where you people will just give kids anything if they have the money for it?
[And yeah, that conversation will pretty much go on like that...]
Option One
As you go about your day today, you'll find Pokey walking down the streets of the town, carrying a set of multicolored chalk with him. Every once in awhile, usually at the end of the street, you'll see him drawing what appears to be an odd, nine-blocked hop-scotch board. Inside the first eight blocks, he even draws weird little things like flowers and the like. Oddly childish considering, if anyone knew his actual, apparent personality.
While he's starting this little endeavor on Ricardo street as usual, you can find him doing this on each street he can get to.
Option Two
Pokey has managed to make his way out of the kids section of the library (after making a mess and scattering several adventure books and comic books on the floor, or course), and has made his way to the adult men's book area. He seems to be looking for something and is getting more and more pissy that he can't appear to find it, casually throwing books about golfing and shaving and the like to the ground as he continues his search.
Option Three
Here, Pokey can be found poking around just about everywhere. He generally seems to be attempting to avoid people, though he occasionally seems to try and ruin a game of kickball a bunch of younger, droned kids are having for the pure entertainment it seems to give him to be a dick.
Otherwise, he's attempting to head into any more secluded areas of the park, actively attempting to poke around and find what could work as hiding spots, which he seems to be writing down descriptions of in a small notebook he has with him.
Option Four
[If anyone is headed to Jonathon's Tools today, there's a good chance you're going to see the store-keeper trying to calm down a whining, irate, blue-skinned twelve year old boy.]
Young man, please realize that I can't see you a circular saw. You need to-
I don't care what I need to do, jerkwad! I already told you that my dad asked me to buy that saw!
Well, if you could get your father, I could-
Isn't this supposed to be the friggin' fifties, where you people will just give kids anything if they have the money for it?
[And yeah, that conversation will pretty much go on like that...]
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He turns back to face Tak, waving his hands in the air.]
Okay okay okay! Time out! Just stop for a minute so we can discuss this!
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Wise choice. What are you up to?
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You were the one who initiated by trying to tail me. Why? You just wanted to know what I was up to? Because, uh, you could've just asked.
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I'm asking politely now. [Or at least asking while not threatening him. Totally the same thing]
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I was trying to see if they had anything on military history or technology. Guess what? They don't.
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It's not exactly surprising. Strife and technology that can cause said strife doesn't fit in with the 'innocent times' image.
[Just for laughs, she lobs a book in your general direction]
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[THWAP and that'd be the book connecting with Pokey's face. He just stares for a moment before picking a book up and throwing it, and then immediately flinging a second in case that one misses.]
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[She ducks, the first book buzzing her antennae as it sailed over her head. The second clocks her directly on top of her skull, forcing her face into the floor. She grabs an armful of books and haphazardly throws the whole pile]
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[And then he gets pelted by the pile Tak managed to throw at him. He's dazed for a moment but recovers, leaning against one of the aisles of books and then against it, trying to sweep the books off the shelf and into Tak.
And still smiling. He clearly thinks this is fun as hell.]
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AHAHAHAHAAAAA!
Aren't They The Cutest Little Sociopaths?
Still, he grabs the last book on the shelf and tries to dive in and swing hard at Tak's right side.]
I just wanna pinch their widdle faces
She does notice the book slamming into her side. POW! She twists around with the force of the blow, and lashes out with her book]
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And yet, even though he's on his knees, he puts up a finger. Wait just a moment. I'll be right back with you.]
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Oh, come on. I didn’t hit you that hard.
[she realizes that's probably not the problem, though. What is empathy]
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It wasn't...wasn't the hit that caused it. It's another side-effect of personal time-travel.
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Okay, mom. Whatever you say.
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It’s just basic logic. It would also be logical to quit this useless place.
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I had nowhere else to go. Decided I might as well keep doing what I was doing.
We've had this discussion before. I don't have enough information about this place to get out. Otherwise I would.
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Second thing: winning? I don't think so.
MAYBE I CAN STOP FAILING AT KEEPING UP WITH WHAT'S GOING ON. DERPITY DERP DURR
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And you chose not to hit me again when I was down. Not exactly smart, there.
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[He pauses for a moment, just looking at her.]
Considering you're not out to kill me at the moment, I propose a temporary alliance. Besides the fact that there are others I'm working with, you're one of the few people I've met with goals
and personalityincredibly similar to mine. There's a chance we honestly could help one another, if we try sharing any information we find.(no subject)
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