Pokey Minch (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
ceasetoexist) wrote2011-06-14 02:08 pm
ceasetoexist) wrote2011-06-14 02:08 pm
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Working on Leaving - Action/Phone
[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?
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?
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[phone][Filtered]
Current looks certainly aren't doing you any favors.
[phone][Filtered]
[Not even denying the second remark. What is this conversation even.]
[phone][Filtered]
[Obnoxious, for the most part.]
[phone][Filtered]
[Getting himself a popsicle.]
Did you finish all that junkfood yet?
[phone][Filtered]
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[Yes. He's alone here with goddamn drones again, and he's bored out of his damn skull.]
[phone][Filtered]
I heard junkfood isn't good for humans anyway.
[phone][Filtered]
Nothing that's fun is good for humans.
[phone][Filtered]
[Give him 30 seconds and he'll be there to help eat your junkfood and annoy you in person.]
[In Person?]
unsurprisinglyand is chowing down, sitting upside down on the couch with his legs draped on the headrest.]Hey stupid.
[In Person!]
Hey assbutt.
[Then, he'll grab some chips and drop himself onto the couch with enough force to joggle you.]
[In Person!]
Thats the best you could come up with idiot? Wow. Amazing insult right there.
[Then just smirking again.]
So talked with your girlfriend at all lately?
[In Person!]
What girlfriend?
[In Person!]
You know. The creepy one who sits and stares at everyone and is always following you.
She thinks we're friends.
[Can you hear the utter disdain in his voice at that thought? Can you?]
[In Person!]
[What could've given her that idea? Slugger shifts in his seat until he's sitting upside down just like Pokey and sucks on the remainder of his popsicle. It isn't like friends sit around at each other's houses eating chips and calling each other names.
Or is it? Slugger honestly doesn't know.]
[In Person!]
I dunno. Guess you're a perfect fit, considering she's just as crazy as you, huh?
[In Person!]
[Reaching for more chips. Oh, and in case you were seriously wondering...]
We played tag.
[In Person!]
[Wow, his head just snaps over to look at Slugger. He's not sure what surprises him more: that you aren't fighting his accusation exactly, or that you're actually admitting to something like that.
So, Pokey just stares, chest heaving for a minute before going ahead and laughing.]
Are you serious? Awww, that's adorable! Next will you two have a tea party?
[In Person!]
Wait. He sees what's going on here. You're just trying to psych him out, that's what. He'll calmly pop another chip in his mouth before continuing.]
I told her to try and kill me.
[In Person!]
....Why?
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