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[After nearly a year stuck in town, Pokey's kind of figured out the flow of the town. And with the census' having come in, he already knows shit is about to go down. So now? Screw it. It's time to enjoy whatever time he has left to play.

He can be found around town today messing around in several ways.]

A. Grocery Shopping

[If you happen to be doing any shopping at the general store/grocery store today, feel free to notice the fat kid pushing a cart around and apparently doing some grocery shopping himself. Of course, when Pokey grocery shops, he goes for items you'd expect of a kid his size: cookies, sugary cereal, pretty much anything sweet or fattening that he can get his hands on. He also carelessly tosses away anything that he doesn't want. So yeah. Feel free to possibly have a box of something he deems lame accidenttaly thrown at your face.]

B. Grocery Store Parking Lot

[Remember how Pokey was grocery shopping? Well, he's found another use for his cart.

Specifically, he runs a bit, getting momentum, before putting his feet up on the bottom carrying part of the cart. And he is just tearing ass like this all over the parking lot, not really giving a damn. Sure, it's kinda stupid, but hell. It's fun too.

Of course, he's also not really watching where he's going. So there's a good chance Pokey might be smashing his cart into your car.

Or maybe you.]

C. At the Cinema

[Nothing better then a day at the cinemas, huh? Even if, you know. The movies are always the same. Well, the audience isn't exactly the same as it usually is.

If you happened to go to the movies today, you're probably going to have a hard time ignoring the kid near the front, considering he's loudly heckling and making a ruckus at the movie.]

D. At the Comic Shop

[Pokey usually didn't read comics, but hey, why not? This place is stupid as hell, and probably about to get a lot worse. So why not? He'll read some here, and get some to take home. And by "get some to take home", I mean he's occasionally looking around before quickly stuffing one in his coat, hoping no one caught him.

When he's not busy stealing, he's actually actively reading one. Specifically a Batman one. He doesn't think much of it until he stops and flips back a page on the comic he's reading at the moment, and stares. His eyebrows go wide for a moment, just staring.]

Oh, no way.....

E. At the Park with his BB Gun

[Well, to cap off his busy day, Pokey can be found in the park, having set up a couple of cans on one of the benches and continuing to practice with the BB gun he has at actually shooting.

He's still not great, but he's improved from last time. For once, it seems he's actually practicing and learning something.]

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That was pr- practice...

[He's still trying to climb his way out of the cart. It proves somewhat difficult so instead he climbs the rest of the way into it and then slips through the metal bars on the side like a phantom. Honestly, how he ever survived those first months here without his regains, he doesn't even know.

In control of his cart once again, Slugger begins dragging it across the parking lot giving himself plenty of space to build up momentum. The cookies are coming with him.]

Uh huh. Sure. You keep telling yourself that.

[He doesn't notice you ended up with some of his cookies, you bastard. He's just running a bit to get momentum going again.]

[From his side of the lot, Slugger is watching you through narrowed eyes. He then takes a deep breath in and charges forward, gaining speed fast. Are you ready for this, Pokey? Are you?

He gives his cart one more push and lets it go before swerving off in a different direction.]

[Oh man what an entirely unexpected event. Pokey had kind of seen it coming but, oh well, he's already on his cart. Too late now.

He'll slam into the cart again, though this time it's not as hard considering it doesn't have the weight of another kid backing it. Pokey still grunts a bit as the metal strikes metal, but otherwise he's fine. A little annoyed, but fine.

He will be reaching into that cart to try and take the cookies back though.]

[While you're reaching for those cookies, how about a nice, cold bat to the back? It's not a swing, just a poke. He thought about pushing you in but you'd probably break your stupid neck or something.]

So a party? Really?

[Pokey still rises up on his toes in fear, though the fear passes quickly. Goddammit, Slugger. He just frowns.]

No. I'm just stocking up for the next few weeks, shut up.

[Not surprised, he gets behind his cart again.]

Why? What happens then?

[Pokey locks his gaze on Sluggers. Or at least as much as he can.]

Really? You don't think the census they had us fill out is a sign something's coming?

[Their gazes meet momentarily, until Slugger dips his head and his eyes disappear under his cap's visor.]

You're right...

[No use pretending otherwise. When he next speaks, it isn't so much a question as a loose thought.]

How can they top themselves after last time.

Who knows? I'm not looking forward to it.

[He pushes the cart back and forwards a bit, trying to distract himself. Twice. He died twice in about two days. If this place had taught him anything, it was his own powerlessness. Worthlessness. And that's just making him more and more bitter. He looks back to Slugger, sneering.]

Don't see why you're worried. It's not like anything bad happened to you. You just lost your friggin' fake m-

[He cuts himself off there. Not out of fear of the retaliation that may be coming anyway but because he honestly kind of feels...bad. When talking to you of all people? Goddamn he hates this place.

Just awkwardly pushing the cart some more.]

[Slugger goes quiet. Very quiet. His face remains obscured under his cap. The only outward indication of a response is the way his hand is growing tighter and tighter around the cart's handle bar until his knuckles have gone white.]

Who said... I was worried.

[He releases the cart and it rolls a short distance, its wheels the only sound in the parking lot.]

[Pokey goes quiet for a moment too, just pushing the cart back and forth.]

Dunno. Guess I was wrong.

[It's not a lie. Not if you can believe it hard enough to make it come true. ...He's still working on that.

Slugger finally looks up, though he does not make anything close to eye contact.]

Better to be dead anyway, sometimes.

[Now it's Pokey's turn to just stop and grip the handle of his cart. Tightly.]

Like....what?

[Though he can maybe guess some of the options you could give.]

Than to be tortured. Or droned.

[He will never forget the suffering in that generator.]

[Yeah. That's what he was thinking about. It's been the main thing he's been thinking about since he heard about it. The main thing he's really been avoiding sleep for, when he can.

He just stands there, quietly, before gently shoving the cart away from him and starting to head home. For some reason, he just doesn't feel so hungry any more.]</small. ....See ya.

[Slugger glances up briefly, then kicks at some loose gravel. You won't have gotten very far before he speaks again.]

I couldn't find the pudding cups...

[They haven't been invented. He doesn't know this.]

[Pokey stops and turns around, shrugging.]

Maybe they don't have them here.

[He snerks a bit, grinning.]

Maybe they don't have 'em just to piss off you.

Or you made it up.

[He's still a bit tense but it's fading away. He looks at your abandoned cart full of food.]

Did you pay for that?

Why would I make up pudding cups? That's dumber then dumb.

Don't be stupid. Of course not. They brought me here, the least they could do is give me food for free.

...I'm just not hungry anymore.

[Peeking into your cart. Look at all this stuff! A bag of Jay's potato chips? He's going to tuck this under his arm and then pick up a carton of something else.]

Your ice-cream's melting.

[Some of it's dripping out from under the lid and onto his hand... which he'll now be licking.]

[Well, that stops him some. He'll be snatching that ice cream away from you, or at least trying to. While he may not feel hungry right now, that doesn't mean you can have his crap. He'll go back to the cart and dump it in there.]

Yeah, I should probably get home. Or do you have any other stupid crap to bother me with?

[...He'll let you keep the potato chips though.]

[Still licking the rest of it off his hand, he grins a little.]

Not now. Maybe tonight.

[since you have all that tasty junk food...]

Oh boy. I sure can't wait.

[And he'll just start heading off. But at least he feels a little better now too.]

Seeya, nerdlinger.

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