Issues (Action)
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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.]
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.]
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Date: 2011-02-02 04:00 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-02-02 04:07 am (UTC)[Wow, that sure made a lot of fucking sense. Give yourself a hand there genius. Hurry up and change the subject.]
...What've you been up to?
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Date: 2011-02-02 04:30 am (UTC)[Ness bends forward and puts a hand on Pokey's foot. A dim aura surrounds the appendage, and within moments, the damage and pain are alleviated from his foot.]
Aside from that, nothing really. You?
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Date: 2011-02-02 04:33 am (UTC)...Oh. You know. The usual. Being a pest, mainly.
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Date: 2011-02-02 04:36 am (UTC)You sure nothing's bugging you? I only ever see you walking around like this if you've got some thing on your mind. My Not Dad just made some brownies if you wanted to come in and cool down. Offer's on the table if you want, Pokey.
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Date: 2011-02-02 04:40 am (UTC)[....What is he supposed to say to that? This seems so utterly surreal. He never imagined in a hundred years he'd be able to talk with Ness like this. It'd be a stupid, missed opportunity to turn it down. And even knowing that? He kind of wants to, just because of how bizarre it is.]
....Yeah. Okay. If there's brownies.
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Date: 2011-02-08 11:42 pm (UTC)I can't guarantee how good they are. My fake Dad made them and well.. He's kind of a weird guy.