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

[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?

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

It'll be gone tomorrow!

[deaths-heritor.livejournal.com]

And the hundred or so students who would see it today?

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

[Just a shrug.]

[deaths-heritor.livejournal.com]

What of a different compromise? Render them harmless and we can see about the pretending.

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

...Render what harmless? It's paint. It can't really hurt someone unless I sprayed them in the face or something.

...Which I would never do......

[deaths-heritor.livejournal.com]

[Susan largely ignores him.]

Flowers.

Flowers and rainbows and ponies and sunshine will do.

You can sign your name in the corner when you're done. I'll present it as 'independent study in artistic expression as espoused by Holden Caulfield' to the principal.

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

[Well that makes him just deflate immediately.]

....Can't I just paint a big blob over what I've done? We'll say it's like... avant-gaarde or some crap?

[deaths-heritor.livejournal.com]

No. It won't be appreciated in Mayfield.

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

Nothing is appreciated here. Your point is mute.

[deaths-heritor.livejournal.com]

'Moot'. And you underestimate me. Draw the flowers and I'll convince the principal.

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

Whatever.

I'm not seeing why I would care what the principal thinks to begin with.

[deaths-heritor.livejournal.com]

We'll see what he has to say about vandalism, otherwise.

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

...Who cares? He's a drone. The most he'll do is give me detention, which I'll skip out on.

[deaths-heritor.livejournal.com]

For which you could be droned. And vandalism is a criminal offense.

You'd prefer the trouble of dealing with him, potentially the police, and, of course, me to spending ten seconds drawing a new picture?

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

...I don't care anymore. I really don't.

[And he'll just start walking away Susan, digging his hands into his pockets, shoulders slumped. Almost like a whipped little animal, despite the fact that this would've been seen as an attempt at rebellion.]

wrong icon last post sorry =(

[deaths-heritor.livejournal.com]

. . . And that's when you've lost.

[Susan folds her arms and speaks this quietly, perhaps when he is already out of earshot.]

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

[Sorry Susan, but when someone calls Pokey a loser or says he's lost, it's impossible for it to be out of earshot. The kid has some kind of bizarre sixth sense for it, and he whirls around, throwing the bag of other spray cans he had with him to the ground, seething.]

What do you want from me? All I want is to have one friggin' day I can enjoy in this craphole! At least let me friggin' have that.

[deaths-heritor.livejournal.com]

This is what you enjoy? Of all the options you have, what makes you happiest is petty crime?

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

Well I-

You....

No but....

[He just shudders a bit, a mix of depression and rage building up. He's blinking his eyes, hoping you're not close to realizing he's near crying. Stupid goddamn town with it's stupid goddamn people. Why does he care about what people say or think anymore? It's stupid...]

You don't even know me. So you don't have any right to talk to me like that!

[deaths-heritor.livejournal.com]

Free speech is espoused in this country as far I'm aware not. But perhaps you're right.

But I have the right to care about your well-being, I think.

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

And why would you do something stupid like that? I can take care of myself, thanks.

[deaths-heritor.livejournal.com]

That doesn't necessarily exclude anyone else from doing it, too.

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

Okay. So there's no reason for you to, is what I'm saying. So why are you?

[deaths-heritor.livejournal.com]

Call it a bad habit. I suffer from a compulsive urge to interfere with the lives of others.

. . .

It runs in the family.