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.]

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[godisachild.livejournal.com]

[He doesn't take the hand, but he will follow. Pride, even when applied stupidly, is one of Pokeys many, many faults. You see...kind of familiar? Like parts of your voice do, but nothing immediately jumps to mind.]

....Coffee. With cream, if you've got it.

[badend-replay.livejournal.com]

Yes, cream is here and good!

[ She welcomes him inside and leads him to the kitchen, pulling out a chair for him and then pulling on to the cupboard so that she can reach the coffee beans. Then it's off to grind and prepare it. ]

It is a very cold day out. Were you walking around for very long? You must be tough, to walk with such cold.

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

[He sits down, just watching the other child go about preparing. It's kind of odd, but hey, if someone else is doing work so he doesn't have to? He's all for it, man. He just smiles at that last remark. Giving him something he could see as a compliment? Yeah. He digs that.]

Yeah, I'm pretty tough. That, and I just like the cold.

[And he's a moron and wasn't thinking, but that's another story.]

[badend-replay.livejournal.com]

I see!

[ She feels she's achieved her goal if he is smiling. Rika's no moron. She knows people don't kick mailboxes if they're happy.

Usually. ]

That would make sense, as to why you were on a walk. I like walking around Mayfield as well. We should walk together the next time.

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

[It's hard to tell with Pokey. He very well might when he's happy too, just for the pure amusement it might give him.

That last part, though, brings up a few alarms. Well, not necessarily alarms in this case, but that's....an odd statement to make to someone you just met. Well, at least in Pokey's generally untrusting mind it is. He pauses for a moment before responding.]

Maybe. I've got most of the streets memorized. I've been working on a map since I got here back in July.

....Have we met before?

[badend-replay.livejournal.com]

A map? I tried to make one, but I did not like having to cross the names of residents off.

[ She pauses. Then nods, allowing her voice to lower and personality to 'shift' ]

I believe we may have, though you had probably not met the 'me' of just now.

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

I leave them blank for the people living there. I have a separate system for marking who's a drone or an actual person.

[He pauses at that too.]

Yeah. I recognize you now. Rika, right?

[He's uncertain if he should honestly be angry or not. On one hand, the fact that you're apparently playing the angle of presenting two differing personalities is suspicious and should, in all cases, be alarming. On the other hand? The fact that you'd willingly admit to it shows that you're probably not intending to screw him over as far he can tell, at least not now. And that's what matters to him. Though, of course, better to be somewhat guarded still.]

[badend-replay.livejournal.com]

Yes, in a sense. I apologize, I did not recognize your voice at first.

[ she pauses for a moment. ]

That would be wise. People switch too quickly. You would just waste an eraser fixing it all of the time...

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

[A small snort. Yeah he guesses he would do the same thing in Rika's position, but it still somewhat pisses him off that he got that pulled on him. Still, he doesn't make any move to just leave.]

Yeah. In the time I've been trapped in this hole I've kinda figured that out. I don't know why I've bothered getting to know the people here. It's like anywhere else; it's fleeting and then they leave, or I leave.

[badend-replay.livejournal.com]

Such a situation is not entirely new. I believe all relationships pose such a risk. [ at least, for little Miss dies-a-lot here. ] I do not like to think that our goal of leaving will mean no longer seeing those we befriend here...

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

Maybe. Who cares? In the end, people are just going to stab you in the back, or leave without warning anyway.

Frankly, I don't care about leaving or not anymore. I just want to find out what's going on and beat them. That's the most important thing to me at this point.

[That, and quite honestly? He doesn't want to leave. He's heard what awaits him in the future and he isn't exactly thrilled about it.]