Stop being a Crybaby, Go back to being a Little Bastard

[ceasetoexist]

[Well, after the entirety of this month having sucked terribly, Pokey had finally gotten over (somewhat) his usual crybaby attitude to at least trying and going back to being the snide little asshole he usually is. So there's a few ways to interact with him today.]

A. Vandalization is Fun
[Guess who made a stop at the hardware store earlier in the week, and bought a crapload of spray paint? And, because spray paint is relatively new on the market at this time period, it only really has one color tht's all that common or cheap: aluminum. And Pokey, being the charitable little shit he is, will be spreading that around.

Which is to say, he's going to be tagging anything he can find with it. Whether it to be the side of the school building, or a car, or a business, or your house, Pokey will be getting to work spray-painting that shit. Specifically, he'll probably be spray painting childish, borderline obscene things on them. Feel free to confront him about doing that to your property, everyone.]

B. Waterballoons in Winter? Why Not.
[Midday after school (which he'll have been playing hooky from today, by the way, aside from his stop to vandalize school grounds), Pokey can be found in the park with a bag of something else in it. That something else would be water balloons, and one of them is coming your way.

Fuck the fact that it's still winter, and snowing, and cold as hell. Clearly right now is the perfect time for a water balloon fight.]

C. BB Gun Practice

[After being as much of a douche as to start a water balloon fight in winter, Pokey's decided to try out the BB gun he's had at his house for awhile. So Pokey'll be setting up some cans on a fence (it could be anyone's, he doesn't really give a shit, a fence is a fence and if it's there it means he can use it) and shooting at them for target practice.

Too bad Pokey sucks ass at it. He'll occasionally graze one of the cans and maybe make it start to totter over, but never fully knocking one over. Which just causes a little growl of frustration to come from the boy, Pokey turning the gun over and occasionally inspecting the barrel. Because, clearly, it must be something wrong with the gun.]

D. Hey Town Check Out My Spider Mech

[Considering all the stupid bullcrap he's been doing today, you'd think this would be a perfect time for Pokey to just start smashing shit with his spider-mech, considering that's really pretty much all he does with it whenever he busts it out.

But today? It's almost more like he's walking a pet, him simply sitting on top of it as the machine leisurely strolls at a slow, but long, gait. Pokey almost seems content just to be with the machine for the moment and look around at the neighborhoods during this weird, early evening stroll.]

Comments

C because the image is just too funny

[weiss-tank.livejournal.com]

[He looks outside the kitchen window to see that little bundle of joy trying to shoot cans.]

Hey! What the hell is going on out there! [He doesn't know it's Pokey yet]

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

[Just checking the ammo the appropriate way at the moment. He recognizes your voice Ken, but just doesn't give a damn.]

I'm working on something. Don't friggin' flip your lid.

[weiss-tank.livejournal.com]

Oh! Hey Pokey, I didn't know that you was you there. [He grabs his jacket and comes out side, sounding much more calm]

Whatcha up to?

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

Yeah, yeah...

Shooting cans.

[And currently just looking straight down the barrel of the BB gun. What is wrong with this thing?]

A

[thunderousnei.livejournal.com]

[Have a very annoyed woman walk out of the house, and look over toward you]

Hey, quit writing shit on the wall you brat! This isn't your playground!

Re: A

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

Yeah okay.

[Just aiming the can at you now Nei.]

Re: A

[thunderousnei.livejournal.com]

[And she'll step back inside the doorway slightly so he can't use it.]

Gonna warn you kid, you coat me with that, I'll wrong your damn ears.

C

[enviousmath.livejournal.com]

Having trouble, Pokey?

[She says, while coming back to her house from the school.]

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

No. I got this.

[He says while examining the stock of the gun, like that would somehow help anything.]

[enviousmath.livejournal.com]

That's a BB gun, right. Where did you get a toy like that?

D

[has-a-name.livejournal.com]

*guess who loves mechs?*

*that's right, this girl here*

*she's just kind of staring with some vague look of interest on her face*

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

[Pokey doesn't really notice Nanashi at first, though it isn't long before his attention gets drawn to her.]

You want something?

[has-a-name.livejournal.com]

... can I have a closer look at it...?

A

[deaths-heritor.livejournal.com]

[At school. Ominously. And with feeling. Porky may feel a sense of foreboding for a few seconds before he actually hears anything.]

Ahem.

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

[Just a deep, deep sigh before turning around and tossing the spray paint can to the ground.]

I don't want me in class. You don't want me in class. Let's just say I'll stop now and and we can pretend this never happened.

[deaths-heritor.livejournal.com]

I don't have much of an imagination, I'm afraid. This 'pretending' - It would be much easier if the wall was cleaned, don't you think?

C!

[realitywarping.livejournal.com]

Are you having some trouble?

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

No, I've totally go this.

[He totally doesn't Jade. He seems to think looking at it will somehow make it work. And not that he just sucks.]

[realitywarping.livejournal.com]

Are you sure?

[She's kinda doubting this...]

B.

[bullsit.livejournal.com]

[haha like tavros could dodge anything ever]

Oh, that is, kind of cold.


And also sort of painful.

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

Yeah, well, maybe you ought to move faster.

[Here, have another one, Tavros.]

[bullsit.livejournal.com]

[great thanks.]

Uuuuum, yes probably, but could you maybe stop now, if you wanted.

C - You'll shoot your eye out, kid!

[haveaplan.livejournal.com]

(Oh, it's that kid again. Doesn't say anything as he watches at first, figuring any advice he gives will either be ignored or used to grief the other Mayfield people.

He doesn't even warn Pokey as he peers down the barrel. He'll learn not to do that soon enough.)

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

[The fact that he accidentally hits the trigger and just barely avoids shooting his eye out?

Yeah. That kind of gives Pokey a start, and he yelps as he drops the gun.]

[haveaplan.livejournal.com]

(Still watching like a creeper.)