ceasetoexist | 59 - Action/Phone

[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.]

Threaded | Top-Level Comments Only

[Eridan's never been the smartest kid]

I just want to be doin' good.... An' I can't really be doin' good if people are thinkin' I'm a shitty fuckin' impostor a' the original Eridan.

Yeah, so does everyone. Don't see why you can't be doing good, though. Though it's not like I know much about that.

[Hah. He got you there, Pokey. But his grin soon fades at the mention of his "family".]

They think I'm fake. Even Susan...

[It was hard hearing her call him a fraud. He couldn't stay.]

[Wow. That sucks pretty hard, he has to admit. He doesn't really have to worry about the parents in his not!family, since the only member of it he's close with is Clod. But he can imagine, all things considered, how bad that must have been.]

You can come over to my place, if you need a place to stay until this blows over.

I might...

[Meaning he probably definitely will for at least a day or two.]

Thanks.

I think I've had a fine streak a' doin' good things since I've gotten here.

...If it makes you feel any better, you're the one person in town I could never forget.

[He just nods.]

No problem.

....No. It doesn't help.

[He stops. And turns around, furious.]

I wish no one remembered me, or had reason to. Especially you. That would make me feel better.

Wow. That's great. Am I supposed to care? Because I don't. I don't even know you.

The name Eridan Ampora ringin' any bells to you?

....Can't say it does, no. Never heard of you.

I'm one a' those trolls you've probably been seein' around the town. If you know that human named Jade or another troll named Feferi, you've probably seen me hangin' around them.

I know Jade pretty well. Only recently started talking with Feferi.

You the one with the glasses? Wait.

You the self-important one that made that call shortly after Feferi flipped out a week or so ago about her ancestor or whatever?

Yeah. Was wantin' to make sure people knew what side I was on.

Jade's my moirail... she's the one responsible for me bein' less a a' ass than I have been in the past.

I dunno what that is, but I guess I can imagine her being pretty good at that.

...I think you're probably fine. There's a lot of scumbags out here worse than whatever you did.

[That was sort of the reaction he was going for. Lucas feels a bit ashamed about being manipulative, but he nods slowly.]

Is that why you agreed?

[If he realizes he's being manipulated, Pokey doesn't show it. Or it simply doesn't matter by this point, when so much has already been said.]

To make me feel better? No.

....Not entirely. I just-I wanted to do the right thing and-

[Make people happy. But he stops, and just shakes his head, sneering.]

...I don't want to talk about this.

[Slugger glances back at his house, then begins moving toward the sidewalk. Going back inside right now isn't an option.]

...

Ai said 'yes', too.

....I saw.

I ran into her on the way here.

[For a fake, it's pretty good at shouting. That just makes it worse. It's too much like Pokey, even while it's not him, and it's just...]

It's all wrong! It's all messed up, and you're the WORST messed-up part!

[There's all this emotion and nowhere good to direct it. So he scoops up a handful of snow from the snowbank nearby, wads it into a snowball, and throws it.

It misses, hitting the ground and breaking apart at Pokey's feet. But that's okay, there's another one coming.]

This was my street first! YOU go away!

[Pokey just stares at the snowball as it lands at his feet and drifts back into the snowbank. From snow you were made, and to snow you return snowball. Godspeed.

...There shouldn't be as much emotion as he feels right now attached to having a snowball thrown at him. That's nothing. That's just a game, especially with Picky. Hell, he remembers one time when he was ten and Picky was six that he waited on the roof of their house for an hour for Picky to come out just so he could push as much of the snow on the roof down on his brother as he could.

But to see his brother that upset. To think of it if it had been, say, a rock....there's nothing he can really say to that. He stares at the snow a moment longer before the other snowball strikes his shoulder and he looks up at Picky, glaring. How dare he. How dare he. That proves it isn't Picky. He growls for a moment, before starting his own barrage of snowballs.]

No! You go you go you go!

I hate you! I hate you! Give me my brother back!

[There was no way that Picky was backing down, now. A fake was a fake, and a fake couldn't EVER tell him what to do. And fake wasn't going to win this!]

No! NO NO NO!

[And he's throwing snowballs as fast as he can ball them up, hunching into himself to try and counter the pelting he's taking. Most of his shots are actually hitting something, after all. It doesn't matter that the not-Pokey's throws are harder and kinda sting and...]

OW!

[...and that one just got him in the eye and there was an ice crystal in it and it hurt...

He's not throwing anything else. He's wiping at his eye, and backing away, and trying not to cry.]

[Ha! Yes! Victory! Pokey has successfully proven he's better at throwing snowballs than an eight year old! Certainly, this calls for the next logical step in this encounter.

Gloating.]

Ha! Who's the fake now, loser? Awww, you gonna cry your fake little tears? C'mon, cry 'em!

[The gloating isn't making it any easier to not cry. He wants to defy it, to never ever cry again, but watery eyes are really bad at being stubborn. They like to give in.

So yeah. Picky's crying, quietly. While trying to wipe the tears away with his sleeves.]

M'not fake. [Sniffle] I'm not! [And he kicks some slushy snow in Pokey's direction as he backs away.]

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