Working on Leaving - Action/Phone

[ceasetoexist]

[Hey, guess who finally got put into a job, due to being a young teen? And lucky him, he gets to work as an usher at the theater. It's stupid, and pointless, but hey. It's something to do, right? So he might as well do it.

You can find Pokey doing the following today.]

A. Theater Job Prompts

A1. [Hey, you know how you're trying to watch the movie? Well, have fun trying to watch the movie when a flashlight ends up shining in your eyes, and a young voice says in a mockingly chipper tone.]

Ticket please.

[He thought this was funny as hell the first few times he did it. Clearly it'll be funny as hell however many times he does it.]

A2. [Hey look, the fat usher kid is doing something fairly expected and trying to sneak behind the snack counter to get himself something.

Stop him/point him out/irritate him?]

A3. [Oh hey, you accidentally lost something in the dark of the theater. Who knows, who cares how, you just need help finding it. Or maybe the movie's over and it's time for the usher to, you know, actually help get people out. But like hell he's doing that. Where is the little bastard.

In the very back seats of the theater, sleeping. That's where he'd be.]

B. On the Lawn of 502 Ricardo Street

[For those of you new here, hi. Feel free to notice the giant spider-like mecha that's currently on the lawn. Also feel free to notice the fat, blonde kid climbing around on it, apparently checking it. For once, Pokey's actually bothering to look Josephine/his mech over and due maintenance. Which, really, he should've been doing on a more consistent schedule, but hey. At least he got around to it sometime.]

Phone

So, with Father's Day coming up on Sunday, gotta know.

Did anyone here actually get along with their father?

Comments

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

[And he takes the ticket and inspects it, leaving the flashlight shining in Shana's eyes. And still "hmming" to himself while he looks the ticket over. But not saying anything. Or giving it back.]

[flameyedhunter.livejournal.com]

[Shana just waits, and gets an annoyed look.]

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

[Smiling to himself, without letting her see the ticket, Pokey replies.]

Sorry. This ticket isn't any good.

[flameyedhunter.livejournal.com]

And what are you going to do about it exactly? [She gives him a very cold look]

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

[Shrugs and waves the flashlight.]

Since you have a fake ticket, you're obviously not trustworthy. I have to keep an eye on you.

Move over. I'm sitting down too.

[flameyedhunter.livejournal.com]

All right then, I guess that's acceptable.

[She moves over. She muses inwardly this seems like something she might do when she's not feeling honest about her feelings.]

I must be really bored, you know. The movies here are always the same.

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

Yeah, I know.

Least you get to decide to come here. Now I friggin' have to since they've decided it's my job.

[flameyedhunter.livejournal.com]

I work at the Neutron diner. I am so sick of skating around carrying greasy, hot food to idiots. Mou.

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

That sucks. Least I can sleep here. So it's not all bad.

[flameyedhunter.livejournal.com]

[Shana giggles at that.]

Yeah, I can't really get away with that where I work.