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?]

[weiss-tank.livejournal.com]

[Ken looks at the cans, then at the gun in Pokey's hands.]

Need some help there?

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

No. I've totally got this. It's cool.

[Well, he can't find anything wrong so he'll just try again.

And miss all the cans by a mile. Which just results in him throwing the gun down.]

[weiss-tank.livejournal.com]

[Well that can't be good for the gun. Ken picks it up out of the snow so it doesn't get wrecked or anything.]


I guess the gun hooks to the left a little, huh.

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

[Pokey gives a small snort, crossing his arms in front of his chest and glaring at the gun.]

Yeah. Stupid thing is totally broken.

[weiss-tank.livejournal.com]

It's not broken. Most guns don't aim perfectly straight. [This was a lie, but Ken could see how frustrated Pokey was getting, and this might be a good way to calm him down.]

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

Well I would call something that doesn't aim like it's supposed to broken.

[weiss-tank.livejournal.com]

It's just the way it's built. Once you get the hang of compensating for it, it's fine. Do you want to keep practicing or do you want some hot chocolate and warm up for a bit.

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

I don't need practice, I need the stupid gun to work.

[And he'll try to pull the gun out of your hands and aim it.]

So how do I compensate for it sucking then.

[weiss-tank.livejournal.com]

[Ken lets him have the gun back easily.]

Aim to the right a little. [Ken was not the best shot in the world himself, but he did know his way around guns and aiming.]

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

Yeah, yeah, I'm doing it.

[And despite his petulant little whining, he really is. And he at least bothers to stop, as if to get assurance from Ken that he's aiming correctly.]

[weiss-tank.livejournal.com]

[Ken nods at him encouragingly. He knows this might take a while, but now Pokey's thinking about what he's doing so he hopes things will go better.]

Yeah, I think you've got the idea.

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

[Yet again, Pokey takes aim and fires. He hits one of the cans, not dead center, but at least enough that it knocks the can over. Which leads to Pokey just blankly staring for a moment.]

....I hit it.

[weiss-tank.livejournal.com]

Hey! Good job! [There is pride and happiness evident in Ken's voice. He knows aiming guns is hard to do, and BB guns are not the best made in the world.]

God I love that icon

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

[And, of course, now it's time for Pokey to grandstand, just smiling widely.]

Of course it's good job. I always do a good job. I just needed to get the stupid gun to behave.

Lol isn't it fantastic?

[weiss-tank.livejournal.com]

Exactly. You're gonna be a crack shot in no time!

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

Well yeah. I just neededto figure out why the gun was being stupid. I'm always amazing.

[weiss-tank.livejournal.com]

That's right. [There we go, Pokey seemed to be in a good mood.] That's a pretty nice BB gun too. You should be fine from now on.

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

Yeah I guess it is. It was just in the house when I got here back in July. Haven't used it til now.

[He just shrugs a bit before taking aim again. Still not great, but he's at least getting the hang of firing it.]

[weiss-tank.livejournal.com]

[Ken remains outside to cheer Pokey on. Now that the kid has the hang of things, Ken has no doubt that he'll improve.]

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

[Eventually, Pokey pauses at that. For some reason, it just feels...wrong.]

Why are you doing that?

[weiss-tank.livejournal.com]

Doing what? [Ken is actually confused. He's used to encouraging kids to do shit.]