Issues (Action)

[ceasetoexist]

[It happened again. Of course it did. It inevitably does, so why did he expect now to be any different then it ever was? People leave. No matter how much he might stupidly care, or put faith in them, they were going to leave him.

And Engie had done so once before, so now shouldn't be a surprise. And he shouldn't feel betrayed by it like he does. He'd come to terms with everyone abandoning him awhile ago, hadn't he? It was stupid to care about it now, and especially here.

So why did he? He couldn't shake it. And he hated it. And all it did was remind him of how alone he felt he was, regardless of the fact that he had personally made the decision to be so. It didn't matter. He needed to do something, anything, to get his mind off how he felt right now. Some kind of release.]

[Welp, folks, Pokey has worked himself into a bitchy little tizzy over Blu Engie getting perma-droned again. Feel free to find him reacting to the news in one of two ways.]

A. Anger

[Hey. Hey see that car right outside? Maybe it's even your car, and you were planning to go for a drive or to work.

Well now you aren't, because that son of a bitch has been smashed into oblivion by a long, large metallic leg. Yeah, it's kind of hard not to notice the large spider mecha, furious little boy standing on top of it as he proceeds to have the mecha smash every car it can find, occasionally picking one of the already ruined cars up and throwing it further. Hey, it's helping his anger. And dealing extensive property damage, but that's another matter entirely.]

B. Grief

[Well, now that Pokey's managed to get his anger out of his system (for the most part), he'll be moping around now.

Feel free to find Pokey apparently aimlessly wandering around town today, head bowed, shoulders slumped. He has honestly never looked as defeated or dejected in Mayfield as he does right now. You even think you might hear a small, shuddering sniffle if you get to close of him.

Of course, thing is, he hasn't really worked his anger out entirely, either. So Pokey'll be kicking down anything he can in his rage that isn't bolted down. Cans, animals, trashcans, these'll all be getting kicked. He might be kicking your mailbox too but, uh, he isn't quite strong enough to kick down that, so enjoy the fat kid kicking at your mailbox only to be grabbing his foot afterwards in pain.]

Comments

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

No!

[Yep. Just pouting like any kid his age. He's doing it on top of a mecha, but that's really the only big difference.]

[enviousmath.livejournal.com]

[Uggh she wants to say "you're acting like a child" but. yeah.]

Why are you acting like this then?

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

Because I want to.

[enviousmath.livejournal.com]

Kids don't throw temper tantrums without a reason, Pokey. I'm a mother of a child myself, so I know that very well.

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

It isn't important.

[Crap. He already knows that's a bad excuse.]

...I'm just angry that....someone's gone.

[enviousmath.livejournal.com]

That's why you're doing this? [A frustrated sigh.] Pokey, I know you're upset, but this isn't the way to handle it.

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

Sure it is. If I have the ability to do something, I have the right to do it.

[enviousmath.livejournal.com]

That's not how it works. You don't do something just because you can.

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

Sure you do.

[enviousmath.livejournal.com]

If the world worked like then everyone would be dead within a week or less. [Her expression turns into something resembling a sneer.] Now cut it out.

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

[Wow, he hasn't seen that expression on you before. That's...kind of scary. Still, he's not entirely done being defiant, although he's becoming a lot more hesitant.]

But...I don't want to...

[enviousmath.livejournal.com]

[That expression stays for a moment after he speaks, but it reverts back to a pleasant smile. Almost as quickly as snapping one's fingers.]

It's for your own good that you calm down and stop destroying public property. Alright?

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

[That...throws him for a loop. He's not sure what to do now, so he'll just stand there for a moment.]

...Alright.

[enviousmath.livejournal.com]

Good. Do you need help getting down?

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

No.

[He just mumbles that though as he crawls down off Josephine, still looking at the ground.]

[enviousmath.livejournal.com]

[She shrugs and walks over to him.]

I know you're upset, but being violent like this won't make it better. Promise me you won't go around destroying cars after I leave.

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

[Well, shit. You were already on to him, huh? He bites his bottom lip for a moment, thinking about fighting this. But he'd rather you don't give him that look again, so...]

Yeah. Alright.

[enviousmath.livejournal.com]

[So obvious it hurts, Pokey. And her yandere looks are the best looks okay!]

Good. ...It's okay to be upset, Pokey. Don't let anyone tell you otherwise.

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

I know that. There's nothing wrong with being pissed about things you deserve to be pissed about.

[enviousmath.livejournal.com]

Exactly. But, don't hold it against people who tell you not to feel bad. It's likely that they've been hurt the same way.

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

...So why not let me do it then?

[enviousmath.livejournal.com]

They care about you and don't want to see you upset.

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

[He just pauses at that for a moment, not really sure what to say. Being told someone cares about him...that's kind of a first. Or at least among them. And he's just silent for a moment.]

...He left once already.....I thought he was going to stay.

[enviousmath.livejournal.com]

[She notices the change and softens her voice as well.]

You never know what will happen here. But, I think it's good that you made memories with that person while you could. That's the most important part I think.

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

Maybe.

......'s stupid, though. Trying to be with people that aren't gonna be here when you need them...