Tiny Terror

[ceasetoexist]

[Hey. Hey. Guess who else got some of that tainted meat Vince's been handing out. Yep. Today, you can find baby Pokey doing a few things wandering around town today.]

Option A. In Your House

[Hey, guess what? If you didn't lock the door to your house, you'll find a four-five year old rummaging through your shit. See those pots and pans in the bottom drawers? Now they're on the floor, a little kid laughing and banging on them, clearly amused. Hey, is that a cookie jar on the counter? There's a little kid whose pulled a chair up to the counter and is digging around through it, stuffing some into his mouth while stuffing others into his pocket.

Have fun getting the kid out of your house, because as far as he's concerned all this shit is his now.]

Option B. Tormenting Animals

[Oh look at that cute chubby little boy and the cat he's found.

Now watch as the kid pulls as hard as he can on its tail, sending the cat screeching off like a bat out of hell into the streets. And he'll just go on doing this and doing this to any stray animal he can. Cause that shit is funny.]

Option C. Sleeping on your Lawn. Sort of.

[Well, Pokey has worn himself out with his looting and torturing animals, and needs a nap. Might as well take it on your lawn.

Or, more accurately? Even though he's a babby, his mech has been following him around. Hell if he knows exactly what it is, but it's been following him and seems friendly towards him, so hey. It must be nice. So he'll be sleeping on top of that parked on your lawn instead.]

[OOC: Going to work soon, so replies might be delayed. All replies will be made with the journal babypigking

Comments

[thunderousnei.livejournal.com]

[Nei's going to make a few faces here. She rubs her head, taking a breath, but has calmed down a bit when she speaks next; at least, she isn't screaming.]

Who do you belong to?

[babypigking.livejournal.com]

My momma and daddy.

[thunderousnei.livejournal.com]

That's obvious! Where are they? [Trying not to yell, she growls instead.]

[babypigking.livejournal.com]

I dunno.

[thunderousnei.livejournal.com]

Urgh...

[She'll sort of just stare at baby Pokey, as if to will him to stay there, as she takes her time thinking. She's already been told this place makes fake families, so it's possible this kid's real parents aren't around, or he's a drone or something. And if he isn't a drone, then someone has to be missing a kid. But what do you do in that case?]

... Any idea who you live with?

[babypigking.livejournal.com]

My momma and daddy.

[He just says that as authoritively as a little boy can. He already told you this. What are you, an idiot?]

[thunderousnei.livejournal.com]

[And Nei will take to rubbing her head again. Oh jeez..]

Well, we should find them, then. You can't be sitting around here, they may actually be worried or something.

[babypigking.livejournal.com]

Naw they won't notice...

[thunderousnei.livejournal.com]

What do you mean they won't notice? You're their kid right?

[babypigking.livejournal.com]

Yeah, but this happen all the time. They don't look for me.

[He doesn't sound very bothered by this, though.]

[thunderousnei.livejournal.com]

[Yet Nei is obviously bothered by it, as her expression darkens, her mouth drawing together.]

You're their child. They should worry. Especially with you being so young.