Since These Seem To Be Popular [Action]

[ceasetoexist]

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...]

Comments

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

[He looks a bit meeker. Forgive him, he isn't used to being questioned by eight-foot tall men.]

Well...lots of things. But right now I was thinking of trying to find a way to set up traps or something in the front lawn in case I needed them...

[ponypuncher.livejournal.com]

_{[D'aw. He's not that scary. Then again, he literally broke the mind of a grown man and reduced him to acting like a child.]}

Traps? Sounds fun.

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

It kinda is.

Just want to make sure I can keep myself safe.

[ponypuncher.livejournal.com]

That's why ya hire people to protect ya. _{[Resumes browsing the axes, frowning once in awhile. T-They're so light what is this and is that plastic what is this.]}

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

...Huh. That's true, but I don't really have money to hire anyone with.

...You're real strong, huh mister?

[ponypuncher.livejournal.com]

Back where I come from, I was a battalion commander--There were only four in that whole army, so ya had to be strong in order to be one.

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

[Gives a small whistle.]

So what do you do here, now?

[ponypuncher.livejournal.com]

Not a thing! I don't know shit 'bout this year!

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

Yeah, it's not really a place for real awesome ass-kickers or anything.

[Goes over to the handsaws, glaring over at the clerk.]

Can I at least buy this?

I'm sorry but-

Oh, friggin' come on!

[ponypuncher.livejournal.com]

Well, I'd be dead anyways by the time this year came 'round in my time! It ain't Valhalla, that's fer sure!

_{[A pause. Finally, he decides on an axe and suddenly swings it into the counter.]}

Now, now, just let the little one buy his toys! He's got the silver fer it, right?

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

[Well, that just scared the crap out of the clerk and into silence.

Experimentally, Pokey picks up the handsaw and puts the money for it on the counter. The clerk, intelligently, decides not to challenge the decision made by the man who just swung an axe into his counter.

Pokey just takes his saw and smiles.]

Thanks mister. I owe ya one.

[ponypuncher.livejournal.com]

Just let me see yer traps when ya get done, alright little one?

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

Yeah, alright. I think I can manage that.

What's your name, big guy?

[ponypuncher.livejournal.com]

Thorkell.

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

Pokey.

[ponypuncher.livejournal.com]

Pokey? Huh. Where you from?

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

Onett.

...You wouldn't have heard of it. It's from a world kinda like this one, but there's differences.

[ponypuncher.livejournal.com]

So a world full of freaks that don't care if ya punch 'em in the face?

Pity things ain't like the place I come from.

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

...Kinda. Most of 'em are like you're saying.

But some of them punch back. And punch back hard.

[ponypuncher.livejournal.com]

Not as hard as I can.

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

I dunno.

You're pretty strong, but the way these guys "punch" is pretty fierce too.

But physically, yeah, you probably hit harder then them.