You Say I Don't Care, I Know I Don't Care (Phone/Action)

[ceasetoexist]

[Phone]

....Do you really think they're going to actually send us home or help us in any way? Think about it. If there really was that chance, the guy offering it would've been stopped cold. Your idiots if you honestly think this isn't another friggin' scam again. Because, you know, I am just overwhelmed with excitement to try this again after frickin' Christmas.

Are you people really just that desperate you're going to believe what this schmuck is selling?

[Action]

[You can find Pokey wandering around town today. However, instead of the obnoxious strut he usually carries himself with, he actually looks subdued. Hell, his head is actually down most of the time while he's walking.

And what seems like aimless wandering at first soon seems to form a pattern. He stops at certain locations: houses of people he knows (or houses that used to have people he knew), certain spots in the roads, stores. And just stands there. And stares for a moment. At what, and why, who knows. But he'll stay there for a few moments at each location before eventually moving on.

And he'll do that from the morning until near sunset. When evening finally falls, he can be found sitting on top of his mech on the front lawn of his house, ballet in hand.

Just staring it down.]

Comments

placeholder, i gotta go to bed!

[dodo-master.livejournal.com]

[Cynric's in his front yard today, playing around in the snow. He's been living in San Fran for too many years now, and it's been awhile since he's seen it. He's attempting to make a snowman, while singing to himself quietly. It's a Chuck Berry song - he quite likes all this rock 'n' roll music Mayfield has on the radio. He hasn't noticed you approaching yet, absorbed in his snow sculpture.]

Oh Maybelline, why can't you be true~

That's cool

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

[Pokey'll just watch for a moment before approaching the smaller man. He won't help, but he'll just look at the snowman before cocking an eyebrow.]

...Aren't you too old to make snow men?

[dodo-master.livejournal.com]

Ah, Pokey, hello! Hmm, perhaps, but I can't even remember the last time I made one. I saw so many all over town that I thought I'd try!

[Phone]

[has-a-name.livejournal.com]

... it is a minuscule chance, but it's still a chance, isn't it...?

[Phone]

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

Yeah. But I guess what I'm saying is is if it's worth taking the chance. They're just going to punish us again, right? I mean deep down you've got to know that.

[Phone]

[has-a-name.livejournal.com]

... oh, of course... but I doubt it's anything worse than what's already been done to me...

[iflifehadaface.livejournal.com]

[Scott had been clearing his head, now that things seemed to be back in working, mental order. As he passed by the front lawn of 502, he looked up to see the rather inconspicuous mech sitting upon the snow covered grass. Is that a kid sitting on top of this thing? Hmm.. That's weird. They both look really familiar don't th-OH GOD! NOT ANOTHER ONE!

Scott was struck with the realization that yes, even MOTHER characters were present here in Mayfield! However, he didn't want to jump to conclusions, now! He'd have to play it like he didn't know a thing, that is of course if.. he was accompanying the vehicle.

Scott approached the mechanical masterpiece, clearing his throat as he got a better look at the youngster. Shit. Shit shit shit. Shit.

Well.. Here we go..]

H-Hey there, kid. Y.. Y.. Yo.. You o-okay? Ya'.. umm.. Ya' seem to be uhh.. really lost in umm.. err auhh.. thought?

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

Huh?

[The fat kid's head just whips around at the sound, immediately stuffing the ballot into his pocket as he tries to find where the voice came from before settling on Scott. And just frowning. What's with this jerk?]

You want something?

[iflifehadaface.livejournal.com]

[Like the awkward dork that he is, Scott simply shrugs his shoulders and feigns ignorance.]

M-Me? Ahh I uhh.. Just saw you.. umm..

[You've got an angle Scott, now run with it!]

Hey! How about that Christmas, huh? *Whistles* Ha ha! Pretty messed up, right?

[ABANDON SHIP! ABANDON SHIP! MAY DAY MAY DAY! SCOTT'S GOING DOWN! Scott's inner workings were preparing for meltdown at the almost predictably backfired question. Damage assessment commencing in 5.. 4.. 3..]

before sunset

[strike-you-out.livejournal.com]

[Well, Pokey, guess who's been observing you for the past couple of hours without your knowledge and is still trying to figure out what the hell you're doing. Just like old times.

When next you pause to stare at something, there comes a sound of rapidly approaching wheels from behind and a brief skrrr as the skates skid to a halt.]

What are you doing?

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

[He's gotten pretty used to this. He won't even bother to turn around to answer.]</small. Taking a walk.

[strike-you-out.livejournal.com]

You stared at that house for two minutes.

[kihihi-witch.livejournal.com]

Uu-... Maria still thinks he'll send everyone home. Maria believes.

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

Ooookay. And you believe this because....?

[kihihi-witch.livejournal.com]

Because Maria does, uu-! Gotta believe or it won't happen.

[action]

[friendly-ghosts.livejournal.com]

[Have a Mindy staring up at him being all broody on that mech.]

Are you gonna vote?

[action]

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

Huh?

[He looks around for a moment before settling on the little girl and putting the ballot back in his pocket.]

Maybe. I dunno. You gonna vote, squirt?

Re: [action]

[friendly-ghosts.livejournal.com]

[She shrugs]

I dunno....

I don't know which one to pick....

[Phone]

[insectoidalien.livejournal.com]

I discarded that ballot for the same reason I stayed inside during Christmas. I'd suggest you do the same.

[Phone]

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

No duh.

[A pause.]

At the same time, we might be forfeiting the chance to actually get information about something by not playing along.

[beloved-mother.livejournal.com]

Perhaps you're right, and they won't send us back.

But when you're asked a question, it's only right to answer it truthfully, isn't it?

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

No. Cause it's a stupid question. So who care? I don't.

hope you don't mind the late reply/ action

[enviousmath.livejournal.com]

Are you thinking about voting?

[She comes by the house during the sunset, with a tote bag around her shoulder. Guess what's inside~]

Not at all!

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

[He just stares at the ballot for a moment more before responding, Kyrie. He notices the tote, but doesn't immediately ask what's in it for once.]

...Yeah. Are you?

[greatestmanll40.livejournal.com]

[Lex has just left his house, 506 Ricardo Street and walks down the block, and happens to be in the boy's line of vision while he's staring]

Pardon me, boy, but why are you staring at me?