Run Away

[ceasetoexist]

[Too soon. Way, way too soon. This practically wasn’t even fair, but then again, he knew better then to ever really expect things to be “fair”. Especially in regards to him. But first Blue Engie was gone. And Pokey guessed he should’ve know that was inevitable. It’d happened once before, for god’s sake, even if it technically wasn’t his fault. Which didn’t mean Pokey still didn’t blame him for leaving. Hell, Pokey just about blamed everyone for anything when something bad happened. But he couldn’t really hate him for it.

And he really should’ve seen Tak getting taken away coming too. He really, really should’ve. Of course. Once he met someone he could actually talk with, or relate to to a point where he honestly considered them his friend, a real friend or at least what passed as one to Pokey, it just made sense they’d be taken away. It’ happened to most of the people Pokey had bothered to become closer to, so why not the one he got along with the best to? That just made sense. Once Pokey met someone he actually really liked, just yank them away.

And he was pissed. At Tak for leaving. At the town for forcing that to happen. But especially at himself for bothering to get attached to anyone. He’d known that crap was pointless for a long, long time. So he shouldn’t be surprised or bothered.

But he was. And he didn’t really know to react. Losing Engie was bad but this was worse somehow. It just…he’d thought he’d found someone he could fully relate to. And now it was gone. And his usual reliance on anger as a coping mechanism was displaced. He just felt empty and alone again, and that he needed to find some way to get rid of that feeling.]

[Welp, Pokey’s on a bitch-fit now that Tak is gone. And there’s plenty of ways to end up encountering/running into him as he acts on that little fit.]

Phone-Filtered to the KND

Numbah M9 has been perma-droned. Just letting you dweebs know.

Option A. Tearing ass in his not!parent’s car

[Well, the family car for 502 Ricardo Street is going to be missing, thanks to the fact that Pokey’s swiped the keys and is proceeding to tear ass through the streets as much as he can in it. He seems to be giving Josephine a break, possibly because The Captain damaged her last time and he’d rather not get her hurt again he still needs to repair that. But nope.

Feel free to notice the kid tearing across the streets in a car. To be fair, he’s doing a decent job actually driving. And if he even notices someone he recognizes? He’ll just pull up beside them and smile maniacally. He sure doesn’t look like he’s in as bad a mood as he really is. In fact, he almost looks happy or pleased.]

Option B. Cars Can Also Be Weapons

[Yeah, he may not look angry, but he’s not showing that with the way he’s driving at times. Remember how he was trying to kick down mailboxes when last week when Engie got droned? Fuck that shit. He’s mowing those motherfuckers down in a row now, as long as there isn’t danger of hitting another car.

Or sometimes if there is, he doesn’t care. He’ll just ram that shit, because all of this gets repaired tomorrow morning, so who even really cares. Hell, he might just be driving in a circle on your lawn at some point too, because really, he’s always wanted to do that, and there’s no time better then the present, especially when he could be droned permanently.

Either way? Family car is coming back home fucked tonight, if it even comes back home at all.]

Option C. Still Not Satisfied with Damage

[For whatever reason, quite possibly because the car isn’t operational any longer, Pokey has taken back to foot to try and do damage. Specifically, he’s keeping things simple: he’s got a bag full of rocks, and he isn’t afraid to use them. Right now, he’s settling on throwing them at houses and cars, which isn’t a great idea since the cars occasionally deflect the rocks right back at him, striking him in his stupid face.

At least he isn’t throwing the rocks at people.

Yet.]

Option D. And Now To Be A Crybaby

[His rage isn’t spent, not yet really, but he’s at least semi-satisfied with the mayhem he’s managed to cause today. Thing is? Now something’s sinking in that Pokey isn’t particularly used to feeling. At least, not this badly. And he doesn’t know if he’s supposed to classify it as being sad, or simply another way of being angry, or what. But it’s more unbearable then the regular anger. And this type, he doesn’t know how to deal with. At all.

For now, Pokey’ll just be stalking the streets, and there’s absolutely none of the usual pompous, self-important attitude he usually puts in his appearance. His shoulders are slumped and head bowed in defeat as he stalks along. Occasionally, he stops at certain buildings, like the library, though at other times the spots he stops at seem completely random. And he just stares. And occasionally, it might look like there’s something in his eye but he makes sure that shit isn’t happening pretty quickly before moving on.

The spots he’s looking at might not have any real importance in general. But they seem to have some type for him. Feel free to bother him as he goes about this.]

Comments

A

[strike-you-out.livejournal.com]

[He heard those tires squealing three blocks away and he doesn't look perturbed when the car pulls up alongside him on the street. He's a little surprised to see you in the driver's seat, Pokey, but only because you're usually piloting a different kind of machine.

Slugger looks at the car and then back at the grinning face of its driver and lifts his chin like 'What's up?']

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

[Pokey just nods a little. Fuck the fact that he hates you a lot of the time. Fuck the fact that you're really probably the last person he wants to talk to right now. He just wants to show off some.]

Pretty sweet, huh?

[It isn't Josephine, but hey, it is a car. Car's are cool, right?]

[strike-you-out.livejournal.com]

[Cool enough. Guess who's climbing into the seat behind you, invited or not. By the way, he heard your filtered phone message earlier but it hasn't really registered yet.]

Where's Josephine?

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

Back home.

[His voice is almost light and airy as he readjusts himself so he can, you know, actually somewhat see out the front window while still hitting the gas. It's going to start back up slow, but uh...he's going to be pretty much pumping on the gas soon.]

[strike-you-out.livejournal.com]

[This gives him plenty of time to migrate to the front passenger's seat. From the way you're straining to see over the dash, he can tell you need a booster seat or a couch cushion or something (admittedly, he would need one, too). As the car lurches forward, he just relaxes into the seat, baseball bat resting in the space beside his legs.]

You're trying to get droned?

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

[Laughter. Just little, barking laughter.]

What? No. That's stupid. Don't be stupid.

[See that stop sign? FUCK THAT STOP SIGN. Pokey is just running that shit over.]

A

[yournewoverlord.livejournal.com]

[Whether you're gonna stop and pull up to him or not, Laharl's reaction is to step out into the street and pose to catch the car, perhaps also grinning somewhat maniacally.

No, there's no actual fire in his hands.]

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

[That's a shame, because I would love to see Laharl Overlord's Wrath a car.

But well shit. Pokey might not be thinking straight, even by his own standards at the moment, but he doesn't want to run you down. And even if you smashed the living hell out of that boulder awhile back? He's not sure you could stop a speeding car. So he'll try to lay on the breaks but there's still plenty of speed hurtling towards you that you have a chance to show off here Laharl.]

[yournewoverlord.livejournal.com]

[Aaaaand IMPACT

Laharl skids on his feet a bit, but he stops the car. He makes a note to himself to mention that if he were full power that motion would have shredded the car.]


Oh, hey, look who it is. What the hell do you think you're doing?

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

[Pokey just whistles for a minute, still smiling.]

Okay. That? That was cool.

Driving. What does it look like?

[He just says that like you're an idiot for even asking that question Laharl. You are the one who is avoiding the obvious. It is you.]

[yournewoverlord.livejournal.com]

Of course it was. Your driving sucks, though. What would you do if you messed up my stupid Mayfield lawn I don't care about? Or hit somebody I guess.

D

[dodo-master.livejournal.com]

[Out on some errands, Cyrnic comes across Pokey staring at the library. He approaches, but instead of greeting him right away, Cynric walks over and begins to stare at it to, head cocked in confusion.]

....


Nope, still looks like the library to me.

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

[For a moment, it's not really sure if Pokey heard Cynric or not. He's still staring and he doesn't really respond. Until a few moments later, under his breath, he says.]

Not exactly the same...

[And then he shakes his head because, goddamn, there's someone talking to him before he looks over at Cynric.]

Oh. What're you doing here?

[dodo-master.livejournal.com]

I was wondering what you were staring at. What were you staring at?

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

...The library. That's, uh, that's it.

[dodo-master.livejournal.com]

[Wrinkles his nose in thought.] Are you sure?

[nessbound.livejournal.com]

[Seems like Pokey isn't the only kid from Eagleland who was in a fucking uproar over droning. Ness wasn't bothering to watch where his feet were taking him, and as Pokey is pausing to look at the scenery, have a familiar face bump into you without so much as apologizing.

The "hero" looks as if he's been crying himself sick. Though this isn't some thing that Pokey hasn't seen before, it's still a bit out of Ness' character.]

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

[Usually, Pokey would immediately tear into whoever had walked into him, but this time he just stops and stares, before looking away for a moment.]

....What's the matter with you?

[nessbound.livejournal.com]

... I met Lucas' Mom.

... She.. ... She's been droned.

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

...Yeah. I met her too.

Didn't know she'd been droned.

[nessbound.livejournal.com]

[He's clenching his fists. That doesn't seem normal, he's shaking from head to toe. Hmm, peculiar.]

...What makes it worth it? G-Going on.. Why should we bother.. being close to the people we care about?! Mayfield.. Mayfield just takes them away..

B

[friendly-ghosts.livejournal.com]

[Watching him hurls rocks at things for a minute.]

What's the matter?

B

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

[Sorry, not really hearing you at the moment.]

Nothing's wr-

[And a rock'll just rebound towards him, hitting him in the face. He'll just rub his cheek for a minute, now actually looking at the little girl. ...God, he'd love to, and of all the people here aside from Ness, he trusts you'd be the last person to hurt him. But you're still just a little girl. What can he tell you?]

...I'm fine. I just need to get something out of my system.

Re: B

[friendly-ghosts.livejournal.com]

Are you okay?

[Cause, seriously, that rock to the face looks like it hurt....]

Re: B

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

[Just rubbing his face a bit.]

...I...yeah. I'm okay squirt, don't worry.

[He still can't hide the fact he's upset in his voice.]

You doing okay?

[Anything to deter attention from himself.]