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: 2011-02-03 05:23 am (UTC)....Someone got droned.
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Date: 2011-02-03 05:26 am (UTC)And for someone who doesn't care much for other people, it's much worse to lose one of the few you do care for.
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Date: 2011-02-03 05:31 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2011-02-03 05:48 am (UTC)[She pushes the cookies a bit closer to him as well.]
Being angry is about as impotent a reaction as you could have. The most you get out of it is a sore foot.
But if you insist on it, I suggest a pillow. It's much more fun to hurt something that yields so easily.
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Date: 2011-02-03 05:52 am (UTC)After taking a couple more. Then he pushes it away.]
Whatever. Yeah. Sure. Fine. I'll do that.
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Date: 2011-02-03 09:29 pm (UTC)[The remainder of the cookies are stowed back into the jar of wheat bran as Susan begins to clean up.]
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Date: 2011-02-03 09:52 pm (UTC)Thanks for the food.
[And he'll just be stomping off now.]
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Date: 2011-02-04 02:34 am (UTC)