In Which Pokey Gets To Work [Action]

[ceasetoexist]

[Well, that was an idiotic diversion he didn't have time for. Pokey hardly understood what possible point the Soviet event could have had aside from agitating the living hell out of him. It was a pointless excursion in suffering, and even he thought the reason people were being killed was more or less pointless. Of course, he still got off worse than all of those who even died; after all, he had to go back to school, an entirely pointless bit of drudgery for him. 

Now that they were back in Mayfield, it was time for him to start getting a lay of the land. Getting as much paper as he could of any type and a few pencils, he headed outside to begin his slow, but necessary work. He'd start around his own house and street, drawing and graphing the surrounding area. Mapping the terrain was going to be necessary if he wanted to form a full plan for battle or action.]

[OOC: Throughout the day, Pokey is going to be going from house to house and street to street mapping the area. Feel free to confront him about what he's doing or how he's invading your privacy as he messes around on your lawn, in your backyard, in the trees near your house as he tries to peer into the second story to get an idea of whose their, ect. While this will mainly affect Ricardo Street, feel free to bump into him anywhere since this'll be affecting the entire town.]

Comments

[tsunbowmonkey86.livejournal.com]

He's the worst villain ever! There's been polls and everythin'!

... My dad's much better than him.

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

What's he done that's so bad? And I meant worse as in "sucks". He sounds lame.

[The boy shrugs, digging his hands into his pockets.]

Hey, I'm not saying all dads are bad.

[tsunbowmonkey86.livejournal.com]

He's just... The Toiletnator. Do I really need to say anythin' else?

... I think ya misunderstood. I'm sayin' my dad's a better villain than him.

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

Master Belch. Giant pile of slime that enslaved a community of armless midgets just so they'd make and feed him honey. My friend Ness beat him by giving him a jar of honey that he proceeded to eat while getting the crap beaten out of him. For the entire fight. Nothing but eating honey.

...I thought you said you liked your dad, though?

[tsunbowmonkey86.livejournal.com]

... Alright, ya win on that one. That's really stupid. And gross.

I do. He's just also a villain.

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

I friggin' know, right? He barely even counts as a villain

Well....I guess he couldn't be as bad a one as mine, then.

[tsunbowmonkey86.livejournal.com]

My dad hates all kids, 'cept his own. Ya can't really ask for much more from an adult.

... Guess yours doesn't feel that way.

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

I suppose not.

My dad hated everyone, including my brother and me. I'm pretty sure he only ever saw me as a tool to get what he wanted since he exploited my talents and-

[Shut up idiot. You're leaving yourself open and vulnerable to someone you don't know. ...Think up something else to say.]

...So why's the mustard gun your favorite weapon?

[tsunbowmonkey86.livejournal.com]

... Dunno. It's the first weapon I picked up after I left the Health Unit. Guess I just haven't put it down yet.

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

[He smirks a little.]

I know the feeling. It's easy to get accustomed to something after you've used it for awhile.

[He hefts the rolls of paper up in his arms a bit, trying to position them more comfortably.]

I should probably get a move on to try and finish these as soon as I can. I'll tell you how I do with the-the M.U.S.K.E.T.?-in a few days, along with the finished map.

....502 on this street, if you need to get to me for some reason and don't have the time to call.

[tsunbowmonkey86.livejournal.com]

Alright.

[She turns to go back into her house. That slight grin is just a trick of the light, really.]

See ya 'round, then, Pokey.

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

See ya, Frances.

[And he heads off to the next part of the neighborhood to work on his map. ...He feels a little lighter, for some reason.]