Some Great Reward - Action/Phone
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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.]
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.]
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Date: 2011-07-05 08:58 pm (UTC)[He just hurls another rock, smirking.]
I'd hate to end up looking like you.
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Date: 2011-07-06 02:08 am (UTC)[/sarcasm; Slugger tosses the rock high and sends it hurdling at the dairy with his bat. He thinks about going up to the building and striking it directly, but he's afraid the Milkman might come out and kill him and take his bat away.]
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Date: 2011-07-06 07:00 pm (UTC)[Tossing a rock up and down in his hand, looking at the building.]
...You really think he's always in there?
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Date: 2011-07-06 07:09 pm (UTC)[Which means he's probably in there right now. Slugger eyes the place warily.]
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Date: 2011-07-06 07:23 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-07-06 09:44 pm (UTC)Do you think he ever leaves Mayfield?
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Date: 2011-07-07 12:48 am (UTC)...I dunno.
We don't even really know what outside Mayfield.
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Date: 2011-07-07 07:17 pm (UTC)[kicking some rocks around]
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Date: 2011-07-07 07:55 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-07-07 09:13 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-07-07 09:23 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-07-07 09:27 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-07-07 09:46 pm (UTC)[Like he doesn't want to be alone, for one.]
THat's all you need to know.
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Date: 2011-07-08 03:38 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-07-08 03:42 am (UTC)If I could be guaranteed a few more things out there, I'd be set to go.
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Date: 2011-07-09 02:25 am (UTC)[Dumb question considering you've probably been traveling through time alone for around 400 years.]
...Never mind.
[Picking up one of the rocks he's gathered, he bounces it off his bat into the air, then hits it horizontal.]