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 04:22 am (UTC)I'm not the one kickin' mail boxes and bein' a pest! What do YOU have to be so angry about, huh? That kid in the stripped shirt poo in your corn flakes or something?
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Date: 2011-02-02 04:30 am (UTC)I've got plenty to be angry about, you stupid friggin' nimrod.
For instance, the fact that you think I'm so stupid that I'm not going to notice when you make direct references to myself and Ness kind of makes me angry, to be honest.
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Date: 2011-02-02 04:33 am (UTC)I happen to know Ness because I have a son of my own, okay? And I just happen to know that you two kids hang out often BECAUSE I've seen the two of you talking together.
Anything wrong with that?
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Date: 2011-02-02 04:34 am (UTC)So you didn't know anything about how Ness and I came from the same town called Threed, then?
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Date: 2011-02-02 04:37 am (UTC)Threed? Never heard of it.. Did you mean to say "Threek"?
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Date: 2011-02-02 04:42 am (UTC)[Slip up. Slip up you son of a bitch. He knows you know more then you should, now slip up.]
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Date: 2011-02-09 12:18 am (UTC)[He's going by Threed. Scott should have known that this Pokey was obviously ripped from the U.S. version. Strange. Scott was now amazed at the fact that there could be dual versions of characters and people here in Mayfield. It was difficult and a tad overwhelming for him to think about. Tuck that back for a second and get back to what's at hand.]
Threek is a city back in Canada where I'm from. Thought maybe you knew about it.