52 - Phone/Action
Oct. 9th, 2011 01:57 am[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: 2011-10-11 03:22 am (UTC)Well, I mean, if you need me to.
Sorry I guess.
[He's bullshitting. It's pretty clear this guy thinks that since he's in the dad's slot, he's the man of the house. And to Pokey? That's bullcrap.
Paolo has been there a few weeks. Pokey's been there a year and a half. The house is his. And he'll have to teach Paolo that.
But for the right now? He'll let Paolo think he has some form of control.]
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Date: 2011-10-12 06:57 am (UTC)Hmph, as long as you keep it outside the house where I don't have to look at it much, I don't care what you do. I don't want to have much to do with you and I assume the feeling's mutual. It's bad enough having that woman in my face, without dealing with kid stuff. And what use do you have for me trying to be your dad? It's all garbage.
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Date: 2011-10-12 08:19 pm (UTC)You're right. I don't have much use for it man. I'm not gonna lie. Still, when people get here, they should know all about Mayfield.
[And he fishes around in his pocket for something, and seems to grasp it and take it out. And starts walking a little bit closer.]
So there's kinda something I gotta show ya.
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Date: 2011-10-13 06:27 pm (UTC)All right, fine.
[he holds his hand out for whatever it is.]
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Date: 2011-10-13 06:46 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-10-13 07:07 pm (UTC)YEEEEEOWCH!
[-it stings a lot. He reflexively swings a fist hard down on Pokey's head. A risk he took by getting that close. But regardless of if that hit or how, he's a slippery guy, so as soon as he fully registers what happened, he's gonna get some distance while rubbing his eyes.]
What the hell was that, you fat scum-sucker!?
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Date: 2011-10-13 07:17 pm (UTC)Still, he doesn't pursue Paolo, not yet, after the man manages to get away.]
Oh. Just a quick, gracious lesson.
Don't get any ideas, jerkface. This house? Isn't yours.
It's mine.
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Date: 2011-10-13 08:25 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-10-13 08:26 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-10-13 08:37 pm (UTC)Nyeh heh heh heh... you thought a cheap shot with some mustard was going to bring me down?
Look, blobby. What I was talking about before was a lot like a truce. And you have no idea what I am capable of! So I'm going to give you a rare chance to apologize and reconsider, before you make the mistake of crossing The Great Don Paolo. I could easily beat you senseless, and that's the least of your worries when it comes to me. That's all I'm gonna say.
[This is a man who dedicates 100% of his passion and energy to hatred and revenge. This kid isn't worth it in his eyes, but the situation was annoying enough without him butting in. If he wants to make himself an enemy, he will gladly devote his time to it... at least while he can't take it out on Layton. His eyes glint as he's completely serious.]
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Date: 2011-10-13 08:48 pm (UTC)Look moron. You don't even know what the rules of this place are. You know very little about very little and I'm not going to be surprised, or upset really, the first time you die. Which I'm sure'll be hysterical. I've been here long enough that I actually know HOW most of the crap here works. I could actually help you, if you showed some gratitude.
But you wanna beat me instead?
[He laughs, harsh and cynical.]
I dare you to.
[If we want to talk about revenge games? Pokey can do that too.
He'll just be digging his hands back into his pocket, smirking and waiting to see if Paolo will come closer.]
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Date: 2011-10-13 09:05 pm (UTC)[still, he's not going to come whale on him yet. As stated earlier, he doesn't think this struggle is particularly worthy of his time, so he's actually willing to listen if the big turd has more to say on the matter. He's ... very poor at showing it though.]
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Date: 2011-10-13 09:07 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-10-13 09:18 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-10-13 09:25 pm (UTC)So do you actually have questions about this place, or do you want to just keep doing this? I'm cool with either.
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Date: 2011-10-14 04:23 pm (UTC)Anyway, what was that about dying? You saying it doesn't stick?
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Date: 2011-10-15 07:49 am (UTC)It doesn't. If you die here, you'll wake up the next day in your bed, safe and sound.
I still wouldn't look at it as a blessing. You might come back from dying, but that doesn't make it any less painful.
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Date: 2011-10-15 07:54 am (UTC)As for the latter part, he snorts. Coming back to life a blessing? No, it's a complication.]
That's not what I was concerned with.
[If Layton turns up, he'll have to revise his plans away from killing him. Sad day.]
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Date: 2011-10-15 07:56 am (UTC)[Pokey doesn't really give a damn as to why you're concerned with it or not.]
Any other questions?