52 - Phone/Action
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ceasetoexist[Phone]
So, y'know? A bunch of people are babbling about yet another stupid dance, but forgetting what's most important about this month.
Halloween. The single best holiday ever.
Which leads me to ask: does anyone actually have anything planned for it? Last year's kinda sucked, but maybe we'll get lucky and crap won't go insane this year. So let's do some kind of widespread party, or make a haunted house or something. It's the one time of year actually worth anything, so hey! Let's do something, you nerds.
[[It's odd. For once, he actually sounds excited about something.]
[Halloween is a remarkably big thing for Pokey. In a lot of ways, it's one arguably one of the few things that goes in his list of "things that make me happy". And so, even though he has until the end of the month, he clearly needs to prepare for it now. Especially after how everything went to hell in October last year, getting ready early couldn't hurt. So Pokey can be found around town doing a few things today.]
A. The Comic Shop
[One of the most important things about Halloween, of course, is getting a decent costume. And as hokey as some comics can be? Sometimes they have some pretty cool looking villains. So at least those could give him some ideas. While reading through one, he gives a small snort.]
Lame.
[And throws the comic to the ground. There's quite a pile of them now, just littering the area as he tries to find something decent.]
B. Screwing Around on the Lawn of 502 Ricardo Street
[Halloween also means there needs to be Halloween decorations. Considering he hasn't found too many to his own liking at the stores, however, Pokey has taken it upon himself to make his own. So the yard is currently littered with cardboard and spray paint as Pokey tries to make his own ghoulish displays of festering zombies, vampires, and other monsters. To say Pokey isn't artistically inclined would be generous, but hey. He seems to be enjoying trying at least.
Occasionally, he takes a break to sit beside a large tarp. Underneath it is the remains of Josephine, slowly starting to come back together as the boy and those he's asked for assistance have helped him with it since the mechas destruction. He leans against it, slowly sitting beside it. It's odd. In a way, even if she still isn't complete again, the mech's presence is comforting. And he'd like to imagine that, even if he isn't working on her at the moment? His presence is in some odd way comforting to her, as if it could actually tell he was there.
And he picks up something he'd laid down at the spot, and works on it. Not a part of the mech, but something smaller. Still a device to work on, a simple one, meant just for practice and to entertain himself and, in a weird way, for nostalgia. It'd been awhile since he'd made one, and he felt like doing it just to see if he could remember it.
For anyone choosing to pass by at that moment, it looks like Pokey's making some kind of gun out of...well, a bottle of mustard. Not the most impressive thing, but it looks like it could actually function.]
C. The Drive-In Theater
[Pokey may be too young to use a car, but that's not exactly stopping him from getting into the drive-through either way and just sneaking to one of the unoccupied spots or, otherwise, leaning against one of the less attentive drones' cars. The movies still suck, as far as he's concerned, but at least their playing monster movies there which is better than the crap they play at the Atomic Cinema.
Oh. And just so you know?]
Hey! Hey stupid! Don't go in there!
[Yeah. Pokey's one of those people. So enjoy hearing some kid just shouting at the screen if you're there today.]
So, y'know? A bunch of people are babbling about yet another stupid dance, but forgetting what's most important about this month.
Halloween. The single best holiday ever.
Which leads me to ask: does anyone actually have anything planned for it? Last year's kinda sucked, but maybe we'll get lucky and crap won't go insane this year. So let's do some kind of widespread party, or make a haunted house or something. It's the one time of year actually worth anything, so hey! Let's do something, you nerds.
[[It's odd. For once, he actually sounds excited about something.]
[Halloween is a remarkably big thing for Pokey. In a lot of ways, it's one arguably one of the few things that goes in his list of "things that make me happy". And so, even though he has until the end of the month, he clearly needs to prepare for it now. Especially after how everything went to hell in October last year, getting ready early couldn't hurt. So Pokey can be found around town doing a few things today.]
A. The Comic Shop
[One of the most important things about Halloween, of course, is getting a decent costume. And as hokey as some comics can be? Sometimes they have some pretty cool looking villains. So at least those could give him some ideas. While reading through one, he gives a small snort.]
Lame.
[And throws the comic to the ground. There's quite a pile of them now, just littering the area as he tries to find something decent.]
B. Screwing Around on the Lawn of 502 Ricardo Street
[Halloween also means there needs to be Halloween decorations. Considering he hasn't found too many to his own liking at the stores, however, Pokey has taken it upon himself to make his own. So the yard is currently littered with cardboard and spray paint as Pokey tries to make his own ghoulish displays of festering zombies, vampires, and other monsters. To say Pokey isn't artistically inclined would be generous, but hey. He seems to be enjoying trying at least.
Occasionally, he takes a break to sit beside a large tarp. Underneath it is the remains of Josephine, slowly starting to come back together as the boy and those he's asked for assistance have helped him with it since the mechas destruction. He leans against it, slowly sitting beside it. It's odd. In a way, even if she still isn't complete again, the mech's presence is comforting. And he'd like to imagine that, even if he isn't working on her at the moment? His presence is in some odd way comforting to her, as if it could actually tell he was there.
And he picks up something he'd laid down at the spot, and works on it. Not a part of the mech, but something smaller. Still a device to work on, a simple one, meant just for practice and to entertain himself and, in a weird way, for nostalgia. It'd been awhile since he'd made one, and he felt like doing it just to see if he could remember it.
For anyone choosing to pass by at that moment, it looks like Pokey's making some kind of gun out of...well, a bottle of mustard. Not the most impressive thing, but it looks like it could actually function.]
C. The Drive-In Theater
[Pokey may be too young to use a car, but that's not exactly stopping him from getting into the drive-through either way and just sneaking to one of the unoccupied spots or, otherwise, leaning against one of the less attentive drones' cars. The movies still suck, as far as he's concerned, but at least their playing monster movies there which is better than the crap they play at the Atomic Cinema.
Oh. And just so you know?]
Hey! Hey stupid! Don't go in there!
[Yeah. Pokey's one of those people. So enjoy hearing some kid just shouting at the screen if you're there today.]
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Phone
Date: 2011-10-09 09:41 pm (UTC)[He nods at his own words. The man was surprisingly passionate when it comes to fashion. Of course, his passion is well-linked with his capacity to be a jerk.]
And festivals can't be contained in a small house. It must be outside from one end of a block to the other!
Phone
Date: 2011-10-09 10:24 pm (UTC)[Pokey may not give a damn about fashion, but getting rid of people who don't care about Halloween? Yeah, he's totally down with that.
There's laughter there. But not like his usual bitter, cynical laughter. It's actually like a child's laughter.]
Yeah! It's got to be so big everyone can see it!
Phone
Date: 2011-10-09 11:06 pm (UTC)We don't have any other way to remind people what Halloween is really about. A festival is just perfect, but... There is... something still missing. What would... a "haunted house" look like?
Phone
Date: 2011-10-09 11:33 pm (UTC)First off, we're going to make it dilapidated looking. Maybe find some kind of covering to put over the front, paint it some really dull, ruddy colors. Kinda a faded brown or something. Put some crap around the house in front of the yard along with decorations.
Oh. Black out the windows. It has to be dark. Nothing's scary in out and out light [Well, it can be, but like hell he'd admit something like that.] As for other crap on the inside...
Lots of dust, or something that looks like it. Cobwebs, maybe some lights that flicker. Broken mirrors. Things like that.
Phone
Date: 2011-10-09 11:42 pm (UTC)Hmm... So, what you are saying is that it's a house that looks haunted. A haunted house and nothing more.
[Fassad almost sounded a little disappointed.]
Phone
Date: 2011-10-10 12:06 am (UTC)[And he just drags out that "for starters" as much as he can, as if to both call Fassad an idiot for thinking that's all there was to it, and to try and make it seem as appealing as possible.
But he'll wait to asked to go on before he says anything more.]
Phone
Date: 2011-10-10 12:12 am (UTC)I don't know too much about haunted houses. You will have to make sure that I know exactly everything there is... if there is more.
Phone
Date: 2011-10-10 12:33 am (UTC)[The boy's voice goes low, lower than it usual is, like he's telling a story around a campfire. And yet? There's still a weird, frantic pace to it.]
Maybe there's something wrong with the walls, like the wood bends and warps in weird ways. Or there's stains on there that you just can't figure out, but you know that crap isn't good. And maybe there's something running off it, like a water pipe busted somewhere upstairs and the water's just running down the wall but when you put your hand against it it's thick and hot and red.
And that's just still the start of things, cause then you start hearing the noises...
[Go ahead. Ask him about the noises.]
Phone
Date: 2011-10-10 12:57 am (UTC)... Noises that sound like they aren't coming from anywhere? Haunted noises? [Fittingly in a haunted house.]
Phone
Date: 2011-10-10 01:04 am (UTC)[He says the word a bit louder than his tone of voice for the earlier parts of the conversation, but quickly returns to the quieter tone.]
Naw. At least, on not knowing where they're coming from. You know where they're coming from. From above you. Below you. Right next to you.
But yeah, they're haunted noises. Like footsteps, hard ones that start and then just stop. Breathing, right next to your ear, or rattling silverware in the kitchen or chains and tools rattling in the basement.
And that's when you notice what's wrong with the wood. See, that warping? That's a face. An old face, just screaming and turning in pain.
But that's just, you know. An example of a haunted house too.
Re: Phone
Date: 2011-10-10 01:36 am (UTC)G-guh...
Okay, y-you've made your point. That... sounds very much like what a haunted house should be. B-but... Nwehehehe...
There should be a challenge to this.
Phone
Date: 2011-10-10 01:52 am (UTC)[Because really, what he was interested in was scaring people.]
Phone
Date: 2011-10-10 02:08 am (UTC)What gives people the most fright is when they don't expect to be scared at all! People want to be scared when they enter haunted houses, right? They won't be scared when they know we're trying to scare them.
That is why... We shouldn't be eager to make people afraid. We'll hide all the surprises behind... doors... and let the people come to them all by themselves. Some doors will have surprises, some won't. And they will become more terrifying further inside.
This combination of fear and surprise make for a truly adult sense of terror. Nwehehehe, it's the scariest if they don't see it coming at all! It will be a challenge of endurance and luck!
Re: Phone
Date: 2011-10-10 02:16 am (UTC)Heeeeey I like that!
I guess you do have good ideas every once in awhile.
Phone
Date: 2011-10-10 02:19 am (UTC)Of course! Would you expect anything else from me? It's a stroke of brilliance that is suitable for my brilliant mind! Nwehehehee!
[Even if he had to be a total jerk about it. Oh, the sacrifices Fassad has to make.]
Phone
Date: 2011-10-10 02:25 am (UTC)I've got a couple of other people who'd probably help. We could actually probably do this this year.
Phone
Date: 2011-10-10 02:39 am (UTC)Re: Phone
Date: 2011-10-10 02:41 am (UTC)Still, tentatively let's say mine.