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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Date: 2011-10-10 09:07 pm (UTC)[Lucas has some things he can say in defense of his pacifistic approach - 'look, it worked with you'. But that was a point that both of them would prefer unraised.]
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Date: 2011-10-11 03:12 am (UTC)Your ideas about friendship and needing and loving others? Got through to him Lucas. The other part, about forgiveness and second chances? Still hasn't. And that includes his case as well.
So he'll just look at Lucas and state simply.]
Yeah. I do.
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Date: 2011-10-11 03:35 am (UTC)I think so, too.
But not by beating her up with whatever powers we can get our hands on. That's not how punishment should work...
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Date: 2011-10-11 03:38 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-10-11 04:42 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-10-11 04:48 am (UTC)In the end, that's just what some people deserve.
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Date: 2011-10-11 08:56 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-10-11 09:15 pm (UTC)Good luck then.
[And he means it.]
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Date: 2011-10-13 12:15 am (UTC)...And good luck with your, um. ...Things.
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Date: 2011-10-13 12:36 am (UTC)[And he'll start to turn away and head inside. He tells himself he's doing it so he can get more supplies. Really, he knows he just wants to run away.
And halfway there, he stops.]
Hey. Lucas.
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Date: 2011-10-13 12:38 am (UTC)Uh-huh?
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Date: 2011-10-13 12:44 am (UTC)But he needs to know. Wants to know.
How'd you deal with him in your world? He knows what he did, but he doesn't know what happens to him. Did you somehow manage to talk him down from something? Pokey's guessing not, considering your earliest reactions to him. He may not know exactly what he was like, but he can guess he was too far gone to have done anything.
And in part he wants to drag that knowledge out of you Lucas, so he can compare it with "Lucy", or whoever the hell is actually holding everyone here. To just be that up front and callous. And to at least know what happened to him in the end. At the end of, well, everything.
But he just stares for a few seconds instead, front suddenly dry, before shaking his head.]
Nothing. I just had a stupid thought. It's nothing.
Sorry.
[And he'll head to retreat back into his house.]
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Date: 2011-10-13 12:49 am (UTC)...You're sure? I don't mind.
[Though it may be too late for Pokey to hear.]
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Date: 2011-10-13 01:11 am (UTC)But what good would come of it. For once, Pokey's actually aware of his selfishness, aware of how utterly shitty it sounds coming from him. And he shuts it down.
He just turns back and shakes his head.]
No. It wasn't anything but a passing petty thought.
[And he's back in the house.]
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Date: 2011-10-13 02:08 am (UTC)[Lucas trails off a bit as Pokey shuts the door, continuing to gaze on curiously for some time. He'll meander away in the end, though.]