Some Great Reward - Action/Phone

[ceasetoexist]

[Pokey usually didn’t give much importance to dates, but even he noticed what today meant. A year. He’d been trapped in this stupid town for a year, and throughout? Didn’t really have anything to show for it. Not physically, at least. He hadn’t made any progress getting out. If anything, he’d let himself get sucked more and more into it.

Stupid. Of him. Of all the people in this town, for getting him sucked even further into the town. Invested in it. Invested in them. And now? He didn’t know if there was a possible way to get out of being invested in them, as much as he tried to deny it both openly and to himself.

He just sat and stared in the calendar, lost in thought, before finally getting up to go outside.]

A. On the Lawn/Garage of 502 Ricardo Street

[Hey, is that an explosion Ricardo Street? Sure is!

Feel free to notice the fact that the garage of 502 seems to have been set on fire. Also feel free to notice the chubby, blue-skinned boy running out of the garage to turn the hose on and try to put the fire he carelessly set out.

Help him/annoy him?]

B. Streetcorner, Outside the General Store

[Notice the kid now sitting on the corner outside the general store, a pack of cigarettes in hand. It was pretty easy getting them considering he just needed to say he was buying them for his dad. And you know something? After putting up with a year of this, he deserves to be allowed to try something adult like this. Why not? He’s gone through worse things for his health.

Feel free to find him either about to light up, or right after when the little moron is hacking his lunges out, dropping the cigarette to the ground. Of course, after he finishes coughing he’ll be trying again.]

C. Phone

So I’ve been here a year. And in a year, I think I’ve actually managed to kinda-sorta learn something. Which is, I guess, that people are both nowhere near as bad as I thought they were, and a lot frickin’ worse. So. Do I get a medal now?

….Anyway think something like Maipole will happen again this year, or are we in the clear?

D. Late at night, outside the Dairy

[If you happen to be walking the streets of Mayfield late at night for some reason, you’ll notice Pokey chucking rocks at the Dairy way after curfew. He doesn’t really seem to notice anyone else around him; he just seems intent on acting out on his anger.]

Comments

D

[miss-enma-ai.livejournal.com]

[Walking late at night. Why yes she does do that. There is a girl behind you.]

What are you doing?

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

Nothing.

[Just chucking another rock at the Dairy.]

[miss-enma-ai.livejournal.com]

[Watches]

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

[Just continues to throw rocks at it. It doesn't look like he intends to give up on it any time soon.]

Stupid....stupid piece of crap....

So what are you doing out here?

A.

[buttery-tech.livejournal.com]

[Guess who apparently impressed his boss enough to get to take one of Mayfield's prized fire engines home for the weekend? Guess who's also already got it hooked up to the nearest fire hydrant and is totally like five seconds away from drenching said garage.]
Let me guess... Crossed the wrong wires and caused an explosion?

A.

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

[Totally not yet noticing the fire engine since he is, in fact, still in his own panicking little world.]

Yeah yeah blah blah I'm sure it's great being able to laugh at...

[Then he just stares at the fire engine for a moment, finally noticing it.]

....Aw sweet. How'd you get that?

B

[strike-you-out.livejournal.com]

[The click of the lighter seems to have drawn some attention. From behind, there comes the sound of skates rapidly approaching before they come to a skidding halt just to the right of Pokey on the curb.

Slugger steps one foot down onto the street and stands there watching, bat slung over his shoulder. It's as if he can sense when you're about to make a fool of yourself and has come to see it firsthand.]

B

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

[Pokey just stares up at Slugger, smirking.]

Hey, if it isn't the ugliest kid I know.

[strike-you-out.livejournal.com]

[Taking no offense, he plunks down onto the curb and immediately snatches the carton out of your hand to have a look at it.]

Whose are these?

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

They're mine stupid. Why. You want one?

D

[has-a-name.livejournal.com]

*there's Nanashi's corvette that she won during the murdering event, rolling down the road.*

*Nanashi herself is sitting on the hood of the car rather than inside, enjoying(?) the fresh(?) night air of Mayfield*

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

[Totally not noticing you. He's too busy flinging rocks at the Dairy.]

[has-a-name.livejournal.com]

*if Pokey's across the street from the dairy, she'll stop right before she gets in the way of his rock throwing. If not, she'll stop behind him. either way, she'll just kind of watch*

Later, D

[strike-you-out.livejournal.com]

[Slugger doesn't even say anything and after a moment of watching, picks up a rock and throws it at the dairy.]

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

[Just keeps throwing rocks in silence for a moment before bothering to say anything.]

What're you doing out here?

[strike-you-out.livejournal.com]

Nothing.

[Another rock in hand, he whips it at their target. At least you don't have to tell him why you hate this building so much.]

B is for BANANA

[redtogold.livejournal.com]

[Gash, being the good derp that he is, has made his way to the general store to pick up a few things for dinner later this evening. He's fairly oblivious, even humming a happy tune here and there. That is, until the smell of smoke and sound of coughing reach his ears.

Someone in danger because what are cigarettes even- And then he notices Pokey, the source of it all, siting on the corner, and he immediately runs over.] OU-! A-are you all right?!

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

[Still coughing a bit, but he nods his head, cigarette still in hand.]

I'm-I'm fine.

oh man, sorry I'm so slow! D:

[redtogold.livejournal.com]

[Relief washes over Gash. Oh, but what's this? Don't mind him as he leans over to sniff at the cigarette.

SNIFF. SNIFFFF. -And then he starts coughing, too.] U-unu... What is that [COUGH] thing? A [hack] coughing s-stick?!

B

[a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com]

((Ahem.))

.....

...Um. Pokey? ...What are you doing?

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

[Oh for God's sake. He still can't...really make eye contact with you, even if things the tension and guilt he feels isn't as bad as before. He still doesn't move to get rid of the cigarette.]

....Sitting here.

[a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com]

..... I noticed you coughing. ...Do you have a cold?

[Lucas knows quite well what's going on, but indulge his rare, cynical side.]

Phone

[friendly-ghosts.livejournal.com]

[Uhoh. She'd forgotten about Maipole.]

Do... do you think they'll come again? The..... community-ists?

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

....I don't know.

But if they do, I won't let them hurt you. I swear.

[And he means it. There's little he isn't ready to do to keep you from getting hurt.]

[friendly-ghosts.livejournal.com]

But... but last time they came at night. And they had guns. And Mommy and Daddy were still here then. And Saki too. And they still....

They still sh- shot....

[She still has trouble saying it out loud. Because saying it makes it more true....]