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[ceasetoexist]

[He doesn't feel guilt. At all. It's not Pokey's fault his new "sister" ended up drinking the milk last time. And besides, what happened to her wasn't so bad. It was just a hallucination. So there was no reason at all to feel bad for having let her drink it.

But he does. He can't stop it. He does. So that's why he guesses he ended up drinking it today, despite knowing just how stupid that was of him.

And then? He just felt....weird.]

[Well, someone got hormone free milk today! Feel free to find Pokey going through a variety of emotions throughout town.]

A. Overwhelming Happiness

[My god. He just feels wonderful. And Pokey really just can't contain it. It's a light and bubbly and free feeling, and he can't help but find ways to express it. In ways he'd usually find pretty stupid, but you know what? He doesn't care. For the most part, he can be found just strolling down the street, humming to himself happily which is just bizarre if you know who he is. Or you can find him chasing birds at the park, laughing happily to himself as he waves his arms, scaring them and forcing them to scatter. Or you can find him at the playground at school, despite it being closed, tearing ass around the playground. He especially seems to like the swings, standing up on the seat as he swings to and fro, laughing.]

B. Crushing Despair

[Hey is that a fat kid just nearly bawling his eyes out in public, despite his best efforts to hide it by scrunching up beside a building or trying to duck into an alleyway.

Yep. Sure is. Dear lord is he crying.]

C. Insane Rage

[Oh look it's a giant spider mech stomping down the street. And on your car. And smashing your mailbox. Hey. At least the thing isn't destroying houses.

Yet.]

D. Unremarkably Morose; locked to 502 Ricardo Street

[Hey other residents. Feel free to notice that Pokey is at the kitchen table. Just sitting there. Writing. He appears to be writing a list of names, and descriptions of people. And occasionally? He takes off a small, plastic four-leaf clover pin he has attached to the lapel of his shirt and stares at it.]

Comments

D

[birthclod.livejournal.com]

[The hallucinations have faded away along with Clod's enmity. She wasn't angry at Pokey at all, really. She knew he would most likely lie to her.

Now that everything turned back to their regular colors and shapes, there was nothing that could set off the girl as easily like then. Clod appears tired and not at all in the mood to maintain her jovial facade.

That doesn't mean she can't be curious. She tries to take a peek down at Pokey's list.]

What are you writing?

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

[Usually he would bat her away, to tell her to get out of his business. But then again? He usually wouldn't bother to write down what he's writing anyway.

And God. He just feels and looks so, so tired.]

Memories.

[birthclod.livejournal.com]

[And this is where Clod would often pick at the subject to intentionally make the boy feel somewhat more vulnerable, but...

She wasn't in the mood for that. Nodding, the girl sat at the kitchen table just across from Pokey.]

Memories are nice to have. I've got a lot of happy ones too. And a lot of sad ones.

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

Yeah.

[He doesn't look up. Just continues to write.]

I have those too. Now that I'm here.

I wish I just had memories, and nothing more than that. Not happy. Not sad.

Just recordings.

B

[solarhussyalert.livejournal.com]

[See a 12 year old brown haired girl peering around the corner to the alleyway]

"Are you okay?"

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

[Just a strangled, harsh sob before the boy peers out of his hair at the girl.]

G-Go away.....

[solarhussyalert.livejournal.com]

"...Did you just show up in this weird place too? Um, if it helps, I got some sweets at that bakery, would you like some?"

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

N-No. Been here a-a year....

[He just shakes his head at that. Good Lord, he'd usually not pass that up, but at this point he doesn't even look up. His voice is ragged, clipping a bit as he hicks from crying.]

B

[wonribbons.livejournal.com]

Um... [A Mayfielder in need is a friend indeed! Sort of.] are you alright?

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

[He just shakes his head, burying his face in his arms.]

L-Leave me alone....

[wonribbons.livejournal.com]

No way! If you're upset, you shouldn't be left alone, alright?

A

[redthenightless.livejournal.com]

[...what the hell why are you chasing birds she thought you were cool BUT GUESS NOT]

...what are you doing, Pokey?

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

[Just bright and cheerful. Seriously unnaturally so, though you may not know that by this point yet.]

Hey Remilia! It's a pretty nice day, huh? Guess I'm just screwing around!

[redthenightless.livejournal.com]

You look like a fool.

B

[fearcutsdeeper]

[Is that boy... crying?

Arya hesitates a moment, then slowly approaches him, against her better judgment. She shouldn't care about someone crying in the street in this stupid town... but he reminds her of someone, and she can't help it. Stupid fat boys.]

Stop that.

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

[Sorry, he's a bit preoccupied with his tears at the moment. Give him a few seconds.]

G-Go away. N-none of your business.

[God, why is he crying though? Even he doesn't know, he just knows he feels...bad. And he can't get rid of it.]

B

[hatescats.livejournal.com]

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

[Hello little girl. Pokey will continue to cry for a moment before noticing the girl out of the corner of his eye, and frowning.]

What-what do you want?

[hatescats.livejournal.com]

B ;)

[strike-you-out.livejournal.com]

[Why, in the past half-hour, has he seen so many little girls around here? After what he and his family been through with Edward, Slugger figures he should "take a walk" and see if mayhem of a similar nature was going on elsewhere. The sound of sobbing has led him to Pokey sitting there crying like a fountain.

Taken completely aback by such a scene, he slowly edges closer and closer until he's sitting uneasily beside Pokey.]

Everyone wants to see the fat boy cry

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

[Give him a minute. Give him a minute. Just crying, crying crying....

Oh. He notices you now. And just freezes, staring at you, a few thin slivers of tears still running down his cheeks, which he slowly wipes away. And he just stares, cautiously, before giving speaking in a choked voice.]

....What?

It's a riot!

[strike-you-out.livejournal.com]

...

...

What's... wrong?

A

[friendly-ghosts.livejournal.com]

[Mindy is also pretty fond of swings. But she doesn't usually see Pokey playing on them. Which makes today an extra good day, despite all the scary stories about milk.]

Hi, Pokey! What are you doing? Can I play too?

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

Mindy!

[Pokey doesn't just seem happy to see Mindy, he seems utterly delighted to see her. He hops off the swing a bit, just smiling at her.]

Just, you know. Hanging around! You wanna swing too.

[friendly-ghosts.livejournal.com]

[He's not usually this cheerful, but that's hardly a bad thing. She nods happily.]

Sure~! I love the swings.

Will you push me?