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

[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?

[miss-enma-ai.livejournal.com]

Just walking.

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

Nice night, I guess.

[miss-enma-ai.livejournal.com]

There aren't any drones at night.

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

....I never thought about that before.

Maybe it's just how they're programmed. Like to obey a curfew.

[miss-enma-ai.livejournal.com]

I think so. Maybe it's the way things are supposed to work in a 'perfect' town.

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

It's boring, like everything else.

But at least there aren't any drones out to bother me.

[Throwing another rock, which just bounces off of the building harmlessly.]

[miss-enma-ai.livejournal.com]

What would you do if the Milkman came out?

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

...Heh. Probably get killed. Not like I can stop him. And I doubt he would answer questions.

But hey. Still might get the chance to throw a rock at him.

[miss-enma-ai.livejournal.com]

I see.

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

[Picking up another rock to throw, quietly, before asking.]

Why Slugger? As a friend, I mean?

[miss-enma-ai.livejournal.com]

[She looks over at him. Odd question.]

I enjoy spending time with him. ...and we are similar in nature.

[Someone had to define what a friend was to her once. That's what she got....minus the demonic children who "help" the suffering part.]

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

[He shrugs at the look, but nods.]

So you're a monster too then? I guess that makes sense. I just wasn't sure what you were.

[miss-enma-ai.livejournal.com]

Something like that. I just say I'm the Hell Girl.

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

What you want to call yourself is your business. Guess it's a good enough name for what you do.

[miss-enma-ai.livejournal.com]

It's my title.

And what most people know me as. People find out about me through rumours and urban legends.

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

I believe it. There's kind of a bit of truth to every legend.

[And he's seen and heard of finding things in far weirder ways.]

....Do you like doing it?

[miss-enma-ai.livejournal.com]

It's something to do.

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

I can get that.

....Something you want to do, though?

[miss-enma-ai.livejournal.com]

Somewhat.

[She enjoys her work, in a very dark and twisted way.]

It has it's moments.

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

[He laughs a little, before chucking another rock at the Dairy.]

Hey, I can appreciate that.

[Yeah. Makes sense why you and Slugger would get along. He holds out one of the rocks in his hand to Ai. Wanna throw one?]

[miss-enma-ai.livejournal.com]

[Looks at it for a moment, sure...takes it.


Throws it at a window. Which of course doesn't break. Oh well.]

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

[Just throwing another rock. His voice goes a little darker.]

So you lose anyone to this stupid place?