48 - Action
Aug. 17th, 2011 02:15 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
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.]
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.]
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Date: 2011-08-19 01:43 am (UTC)He's choosing not to speak. It's risking bursting into tears too much.]
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Date: 2011-08-19 02:27 am (UTC)Edward's drone tried to kill us.
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Date: 2011-08-19 02:36 am (UTC)Did you restrain him okay?
[He means to ask if Slugger is okay, but it's hard to get that out.]
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Date: 2011-08-19 02:47 am (UTC)He tried to make me drink the milk. Then Susan killed him with a fire poker.
[Killing each other is becoming a family tradition.]
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Date: 2011-08-20 01:28 am (UTC)[Shit. He didn't mean to say that so quick. Or at all.]
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Date: 2011-08-20 02:10 am (UTC)[Slugger is just going to pretend this is perfectly normal before going on to add to this awkward, friendly shit.]
Be careful around the drones.
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Date: 2011-08-22 01:45 am (UTC)I...yeah. I've figured that out.
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Date: 2011-08-22 01:50 am (UTC)[And who were they. Or what did they look like. So he can find them and give them a merciless..."talking to".]
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Date: 2011-08-22 01:59 am (UTC)[He hasn't had his run in with droned!Clod yet. And even if he did have some, he wouldn't be telling you. You don't need to be cleaning up his messes.]
You?
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Date: 2011-08-27 08:48 pm (UTC)Just Edward.