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]

Of course I can accept it. I'm perfectly fine with it. I don't need anyone I just....I just....

[He just trails off. He just needs himself, is what Pokey would usually say. What he'd say without any doubt before he got here. But after being here for six months? He's having a harder time saying it now.]

[enviousmath.livejournal.com]

[A light giggle.]

If you don't want to be honest to me, then I'm okay with that. But, be honest to yourself at the very least Pokey.

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

[He can't make eye contact with you Kyrie. Not right now. But he's trying to be honest when he says the next part.]

...But it's hard.

[enviousmath.livejournal.com]

[...Pff, sorry Pokey but she has to laugh a little. You are just too adorable.]

That's alright! Honesty is hard to come by, but if you work at it you can do it.

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

[Sorry Kyrie. He doesn't mean it this time but yeah. He snaps at that.]

But what if you don't want it in the first place?

[enviousmath.livejournal.com]

Then why even bother trying to have it?

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

[He doesn't really know anymore. Because this is the first place, in a long time, where he's bothered to try and be honest with himself, and he just doesn't know what to do anymore. Because really, at the end of it, he's confused and scared.]

I don't know. I just...I don't really know, and I thought I did and now I somehow don't and it just sucks!

[enviousmath.livejournal.com]

[She sighs a little and bends down on one knee and places her hands on Pokey's shoulders.]

Calm down. You're getting a bit too excited.

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

No I'm not I-

[He just takes a deep breath. Okay. Okay. He'll try and calm down. Pokey takes another breath, slowly working himself down.]

....I...just....I don't know. I hate this place. I hate what it does to you, when you're here....

[enviousmath.livejournal.com]

I know Pokey. But, you need to stand strong above it. Giving into anger all the time won't help.

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

[He can't keep it up much more. The walls he usually crafts so carefully are starting to crack, and he can't help it. Yet again, the small, scared child that's at his core peaks its head out, and he just wipes at his eyes, trying to keep his tears away.]

But it's-it's all I k-know....

[enviousmath.livejournal.com]

...Tsk, Tsk.

[Kyrie slowly takes her hands from his shoulders and instead wraps her arms around them, gently holding him in a hug.]

I'm not sure how you came out like this, but you can change. You know more now than you did back home.

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

[Pokey just gently cringes at the hug at first, like it's something foreign to him, before leaning into it a bit, wrapping his arms around the woman. He'd never really been held that much before. But he supposes it isn't entirely unpleasant.]

But what if I c-can't? There's someone from my f-future here and-and it sounds like I get worse....I'm tr-trying but what if I just get worse...

[enviousmath.livejournal.com]

The future is still not decided for you yet. You can change your fate, but you must first change your ways.

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

But what if I don't want to change them or-or at least not all of them...?

[enviousmath.livejournal.com]

Then you have to live with your choices.

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

I guess....

[And he'll just go quiet.

But he isn't stopping hugging you, Kyrie. At least not right now.]

[enviousmath.livejournal.com]

[She won't stop either, waiting for him to end it instead. Kids are just so funny with the way they throw their temper tantrums, really.]

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

[And after a moment or two more, he eventually does. And is just quiet.]

....Thanks. Again.

[enviousmath.livejournal.com]

No worries. [She lets go too and stands up.] I need to get going to the school. Don't get into trouble.

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

I'll try.

[Which is really the most assurance he can ever give on the matter, Kyrie.]

[enviousmath.livejournal.com]

[......SIGH.]

I'll see you later, Pokey.