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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 andhe’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.]
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
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.]
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Date: 2011-02-14 09:57 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-02-14 10:33 pm (UTC)You know about what. Don't play stupid.
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Date: 2011-02-14 11:10 pm (UTC)...
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Date: 2011-02-15 04:24 am (UTC)You heard the call I made today. Don't play dumb and act like you didn't.
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Date: 2011-02-15 04:34 am (UTC)How do you know it's permanent?
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Date: 2011-02-15 05:04 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-02-15 04:35 pm (UTC)It could be an act. She could've hid her own stuff.
[Kat is tricky like that as he recalls; he wouldn't put it completely past her. Slugger decides he'll check her out later, bother her drone and see what happens.]
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Date: 2011-02-15 05:06 pm (UTC)[He sounds pretty confident about that.]
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Date: 2011-02-16 10:43 pm (UTC)...
How many has it been? Two? Three? [He isn't asking this to be a jerk.]
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Date: 2011-02-16 11:12 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-02-17 12:40 am (UTC)Why do you still bother... getting close to people?
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Date: 2011-02-17 01:16 am (UTC)[And oh boy. Yeah. He's getting angry again.]
I didn't ask to know them but they kept coming and coming and wouldn't shut up and go away!
[Naw. He'll just completely say fuck it to a red light and just barely get through without causing an accident.]
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Date: 2011-02-17 01:46 am (UTC)Point taken.
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Date: 2011-02-18 04:35 pm (UTC)Will you stop pretending to be so agreeable? I know you want to gloat or piss me of about now! You have to!
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Date: 2011-02-18 11:02 pm (UTC)... You're already pissed off. What's the point?