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

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?

[strike-you-out.livejournal.com]

[Shrug. He'll take one out and look at it.]

What are they like?

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

Dunno. You stopped me before I could try it. But it's not like they could actually be bad.

[strike-you-out.livejournal.com]

Go ahead then. You first.

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

Fine I will be first. They're mine.

[And then, as suave as possible, Pokey will light the cigarette up and proceed to hack a goddamn lunge out. Holy shit. They really are awful. What kind of idiot would smoke these often?]

O-okay hack you n-next....

[strike-you-out.livejournal.com]

[After watching that demonstration, Slugger isn't sure how this is supposed to be fun. He eyes the cigarette in his hand before putting one end in his mouth and holding it over the flame from Pokey's lighter. He doesn't realize he's supposed to suck in and sits there waiting for something to happen.]

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

[Just waits for a moment, seeing if you're kidding with him.]

Suck on it, stupid.

[strike-you-out.livejournal.com]

[through his teeth]

It's not lit.

[Of course, as soon as he says this, he gets what you mean and the end is clearly on fire like a candlestick. The first breath in is too much and he tries to blow it all out as fast as possible. Ready or not, Pokey, here comes a gust of smoke to the face.]

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

[Just coughing some more as you blow smoke in his face, jerk.]

You friggin' JERK.

[strike-you-out.livejournal.com]

Your idea.

[It's still coming out of his mouth and nose. He hisses in the back of his throat as if trying to get the taste off his tongue.]

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

Yeah well....

Screw it. These things are awful. Why do people bother with them?

[strike-you-out.livejournal.com]

[He coughs, then blows out the flame at the end of the cigarette and watches it smolder. It's still a little orange.]

Addiction?

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

Yeah, but you're not gonna get addicted from just one.

[Although he's still stuffing the packet in his pocket. This calls for more investigation later.]

You'd think they'd just stop after the first one.

[strike-you-out.livejournal.com]

[Honestly, Slugger doesn't really understand it either.]

Maybe they're desperate.

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

Could be. People will take any stupid way out when given the chance.

[Man, he is TOTALLY not realizing how ironic that sounds, all things considered.]

[strike-you-out.livejournal.com]

[A grin stretches across Slugger's face. You do realize what you just said, right?]

Exactly.

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

[Give him a moment.

Yeah, he just lets out a small snarl before trying to punch you in the shoulder, Slugger.]

[strike-you-out.livejournal.com]

[Still grinning, he leans away and covers his head but he doesn't escape the punch.]

You said so yourself. It must be true.

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

[Still just punching you. Not like he's super strong, but it's probably annoying as hell and he doesn't show any signs of letting up.

Dammit. You're right. Curse you're logic and trapping him, Slugger.]

[strike-you-out.livejournal.com]

[He puts up with it for a little while, waiting for you to show the first sign of getting tired. That's when he'll swoop in and try to catch you in a headlock.]

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

[Goddammit. He struggles to get free, one hand trying to tear at your arms, the other still pointlessly pummeling. Of course, your grip is way too tight for someone like Pokey to hope to break out of. But the idea of "relenting" doesn't even cross his mind.]

[strike-you-out.livejournal.com]

[Just hanging onto your head. Then he pretends to spit on the back of your head and rub it into your hair.]