59 - Action/Phone

[ceasetoexist]

[Action; Locked to 502 Ricardo]

[Well. Someone's pissy and annoyed after last night's dream. And because of that? Pokey is loud as hell as he gets up and storms off to the kitchen, somehow making a mess as he prepares a bowl of cereal for breakfast. Just fuming.]

[Phone]

Oh wow you morons put two and two together. Guess what? The town is probably brainwashing you idiots into thinking people aren't here. Whatever we were promised, we didn't get zip. I can't speak for anyone else but, uh, I'm legit. So stop running around like morons acting like anyone here is a clone or something.

[Action, Around Town]

[Pokey is busing running around like a moron, trying to search out the people he knows and see who was or wasn't replaced. So far? He isn't happy about the results, and he's busy hustling through the streets pushing over anyone in his way to see who's still here.

Picky? Slugger? Yeah, he'll also be heading for both your houses soon.]

[OOC: Pokey's been erased, so he'll seem like one of those doppelgangers yep.]

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502 Ricardo

[birthclod.livejournal.com]

[Strange. She had the same dream too. Unlike Pokey, however, she refused the offer. ... Shyna would never force her to make the decision to sacrifice herself. It was Shyna's task to clean up after her sister's mistake and she happily obliged to do so. There was no way she would ask Clod to make the same sacrifice.

Besides, she had already been cast into non-existence. She doesn't exist in her world. That dream was clearly a trap set by the town. But it seems as if this "fake" admits that he had the same dream too.

What's going on here?

She takes a few moments to control her emotions. ... Why did she need to control them anyway for that matter? Seeing drones of people she knew or even the world thrown into devastation didn't evoke the same, hateful feelings.]

... And? Did you fall for it?

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[redtogold.livejournal.com]

[The smile that had recently made its way to his face suddenly falls. That isn't Pokey. There's no way. It doesn't feel right at all.]

Unuuu... [And yet-] I think that's something I should ask you.

[strike-you-out.livejournal.com]

[His eyes narrow. Not just because this fake sounds and acts just like his friend but because he's reminded once again of Mayfield's trick.]

...

You still remember me, too?

502 Ricardo

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

[A pause. And Pokey just gets a spoonful of cereal and chews for a bit.]

Don't be stupid. Course I didn't.

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[godisachild.livejournal.com]

[God. He doesn't sound like that. At all. The mannerisms are wrong, terribly wrong, and Pokey grits his teeth at it.]

Yeah? I'm just fine. There's nothing wrong with me, kid.

502 Ricardo

[birthclod.livejournal.com]

[Clod didn't. And neither did Pokey. But in Pokey's eyes, there's nothing about Clod that changed... was there? It's true that Clod can't see this Pokey as the one that she's so familiar with. Each time she looks at him, she feels that something is clearly off. There's no reason to believe aside from emotions and what the man on the television had said that this Pokey is any different from the one that she knows.

She knows this. But the urge to hate this "fake" is strong. She hates him, but at the same time, she also hates the town for trying to manipulate her again.]

... What do you feel when you see me?

502 Ricardo

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

[Pokey stops at that, almost gags at the cereal and milk he has in his mouth, and just turns to Clod, staring. Before snickering and shaking his head.]

What?

What are you going on about? Seriously.

[a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com]

That's not what I mean.

[Talking ameliorated the effect somewhat. Lucas glances up at the sky.]

If no one believes we're real... then we don't exist, do we? To everyone else, we have stopped existing. If something is black, but everyone in the world believes it's white... does it still matter that's it black?

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

[Pokey just puts on the biggest, shit-eating grin he can muster at that.]

Uh. Sorry. No.

Can't say I remember any dumb imitations lately.

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

[Pokey thinks on it a moment, his shoe tapping the snow-covered ground, leaving an imprint as he thinks.]

...That's possible, but it has no practical application.

...What if what they've been doing us hasn't been torturing us just to torture us. What if the praise they wanted wasn't just pride. What if it actually had a purpose?

502 Ricardo

[birthclod.livejournal.com]

It's a serious question. Answer it.

[Her tone turns a slightly colder, but she tries to keep her emotions in check. She's just as inclined to be brutally honest about how she feels about him at this very moment. What she feels for him is total contempt. She hates him as much as she could ever hate a tool used by the town to get under her skin.

But that just might be giving the town its expected reaction. Her hate for the town trumps her hate for this "fake" and so, she'll bear through it until she receives her answers.]

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

Oh, okay then I think you're the weird green skinned girl who lives in this stupid house with me and makes oodles of dumb crap!

[He throws the cereal spoon down onto the table, glowering. WHat the hell was this supposed to be? He had thought that they had actually gotten somewhere, could've even been considered friends, and now this-this weird third degree? Where'd she get off?

And it's not like it hurt, to hear that sense of mistrust. He wouldn't be hurt by that. By something so stupid. Not at all.]

You got something to say, Clod?

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[friendly-ghosts.livejournal.com]

[Approaching him hesitantly.]

......Pokey?

[she sounds doubtful.]

[strike-you-out.livejournal.com]

[The warped, metal bat slices through the air at Pokey's head, just barely grazing the hair on his head.]

No! You're not supposed to remember me at all! No one is!

[Growling, he takes another powerful but aimless swing, this time nowhere near Pokey. He's just swinging it in rage and shouting.]

The dream said I wasn't supposed to exist!

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[godisachild.livejournal.com]

Mindy?

[No. NO no no. He saw her name on the TV too. But...she couldn't be. Please, not Mindy.

He looks to the side, refusing to make eye contact with her.]

Are you doing alright?

[birthclod.livejournal.com]

[Clod's arm twitched. In that very instance, her more rational side was suppressing her instinct to tear apart Pokey with what little powers she had left. The nerve of this "fake" to yell at her like that... it infuriated Clod. But she kept still. Pokey gave her the answer she wanted.

She started laughing. No, she started roaring. It was a laugh with sheer amusement mixed in with anger.]

Oh. I do. I want to tell you how I feel now. When I look at you, my blood boils. I'd like to take my thumb and smear your lowly existence all over the world. Your face and attitude might resemble that of Pokey Minch, but all I see is a fake. A phony. A doppelganger that this town so lovingly provided as a replacement.

[She closes her eyes now and says...]

... But you recognized me as none other than myself. Not a fake. When you first saw me, you didn't hate me as I hated you.

Pokey. When your friend asked you to sacrifice yourself, what was your real answer?

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[friendly-ghosts.livejournal.com]

[She frowns and looks at the floor.]

I dunno....

I had a funny dream and.... and I thought maybe I....

.....died.

[Her fingers fiddle with the skirt of her dress nervously.]

But Mr. Pemberton said I didn't. That I was okay and so was everyone else. He says it's all a trick....

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

[He just stares at her for a moment, dumbfounded. Replacement? He isn't a replacement. He's him. He's who he's always been. ...He has to be. He just narrows his eyes at Clod.]

Yeah? I'm getting there.

[He isn't, really. He's hurt, but he won't say it.]

....I told you my answer.

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

[Pokey stumbles backwards, falling ass-first into the snow behind him as he tried to avoid the bat. He scurries back a little as Slugger continues to swing, more out of caution then fear. And sneers at him.]

Oh poor baby. You fell for it huh? Idiot.

[He stares at Slugger for a moment, face tightening.]

Idiot! Why did you do it?

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[godisachild.livejournal.com]

[Pokey freezes at that, at that statement. You might be a copy, a stupid imitation, but that doesn't mean he doesn't care, Mindy. He can't stop caring, not when it comes to you. You're one of the few people with that effect.]

...Course it's all a trick.

Things'll go back to normal soon. You'll see.

[birthclod.livejournal.com]

Oh.

[Pressing him may not get him to admit it either. For a fake, they certainly took care in making him as stubborn as possible. ... If he was a fake, that is.]

I also had the same dream you did. And just like you, I refused. Those that refuse exist. Those that didn't vanish.

Odd that we would both have the same dream, don't you think?

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

Yeah. It must be a friggin' Christmas miracle.

[Bitter. He just about spits the words out.]

.....Fine.

Yes. I said yes. Are you happy now?

[birthclod.livejournal.com]

This isn't a miracle. It's another one of the town's tricks. If I didn't learn how to be more careful, I might have made a horrible mistake!

Despite how I feel... or rather, how Mayfield is making me feel... you're the real Pokey. Yes. I'm very happy.

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

Yeah, I know, I was being sarcastic.

Oh man it is the real me. Let's all jump for joy! Woo-hoo!

[He picks the spoon up and waves it in the air a bit, like a child would wave a party favor, before flinging the spoon across the room in irritation.]

[birthclod.livejournal.com]

[Why do you move? Why do you talk? Clod clenches her fists, trying hard to placate her irritability. She sees the truth, but that doesn't mean that deep inside her, she still doesn't believe that he's fake. It's uncertain when they would finally stop.]

I wonder just how many other people will feel the same when they see you. It won't be just me.