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

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

Yeah. Christmas was just a treat.

[He's standing up on the mech now. Really, he just likes to think that it makes him seem more intimidating when he pulls crap like that whether it does or not, but whatever.

The more intimidating part is the eye of the mech immediately focusing on Scott.]

So did you actually have something to say to me, or did you just want to waste my time?

[iflifehadaface.livejournal.com]

[Yeah. THIS was happening. FOR REAL. This wasn't some fantasy of facing down a memorable villain from one of his favorite games, because the kid was frickin' right in front of him. Scott had been afraid for his life many times, but knowing the capability of the boy who stood before him was enough to saturate not only his underwear, but every future pair that he would wear hence forth.

Scott was surprisingly able to snap back to the present, escaping the train of thoughts which had his brain tumbling into despair.]

N-no! NO no no no! N-N-Not wasting your erm uh.. augh.. Your time.

I uhh.. Just saw you.. sitting there and thought I'd uhh.. see if you were.. umm...

See if you were.. okay?

[Scott recoils, wincing and cowering, as if a punch would be sent toward him.]

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

[Staring. Just staring. Then the kids chest starts heaving. You know what? He's not even going to hide it.

He's laughing, Scott. He's laughing his ass off.]

Je-e-eez mister! Do you just look at your shadow and immediately run into your house out of fear it'll attack you?

Yeah. I'm fine. I'm just....thinking. About things. Real important stuff. I do that from time to time. It's a hobby.

[iflifehadaface.livejournal.com]

. . . H-How do you know about that?!

[Did Pokey know about the strange shadow which had been following him around as of late?! MAN! This kid WAS a genius! Yet, Scott just snaps right back to it, as he is prone to doing.]

Oh. Hobby, huh? Well uhh.. Cool. Thinking is.. uhh.. good? I guess Mayfield has that effect on people here, huh?

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

.,...How do I know about what?

[Now he's bouncing between outright amusement and confusion. Mister, what the hell is your deal?]

[He snorts a little, running a hand through his hair.]

Pfft, only on some. A lot of the morons here barely think to....think.

[iflifehadaface.livejournal.com]

Y-Yeah! I kinda' figured that.

[Kick your feet against the ground, twiddle your thumbs, just keep making yourself seem like a complete dumb-ass in front of this kid. Was there anything relevant for him to bring up in conversation instead of just walking in the opposite direction?

Oh! That's right!]

So uhh.. H-How about this ballot shit, huh?

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

[Don't worry Scott, Pokey is totally willing to think you're stupid. Or maybe just crazy. He doesn't know. But the fact that you're a video game nerd that could have knowledge on him is the last thing he's thinking right now.]

Yeah. It's stupid.

...You vote?

[iflifehadaface.livejournal.com]

[Scott lets forth a contemplative sigh. He had very few of these.. Contemplative moments.]

Still debating. It's a tough call, ya' know? How're we supposed to believe what they say. On the other hand, what have we got to lose? Nothing can be worse than here.

.. A big part of me has been thinking about, "what if people who don't vote or vote against are stuck here?" I guess I've kinda' been holding out because.. Well.. If there are people stuck behind, some one has to help 'em.

[Wow. He didn't really mean to pour things out like that.]

Erm, sorry. I'm Scott. Scott Pilgrim. You're uhh.. Well, nice to meet you.

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

[Pokey rests a cheek in his hand, looking down at Scott. Still an idiot, but maybe an idiot who good think at points. And a bleeding heart. But he already said idiot, so he knew that.]

I dunno. I'm sure that there are things that could be worse then here...

[Because what little bits he's gotten of it? His future doesn't sound too promising.]

But yeah. Nothing ventured, nothing gained.

[Wait...what the hell was that? "You're"? Oh, no. No Scott. He's noticing that. And that little bit of friendliness that might have been there is immediately shed. He's just glaring again.]

I'm who?

[iflifehadaface.livejournal.com]

[Wow. Talk about noticeable shift in attitude there!]

.. Yeah. That's what I was about to ask. What's your uhh.. Your name?

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

Pokey Minch.

[Yeah. He's not sounding any friendlier at the moment.]

[iflifehadaface.livejournal.com]

.. Right. Pokey Minch.

[.. Balls. Way to go, Pilgrim.]

W-Well. I guess I'll uhh.. be on my way, now.

[Scott doesn't turn around to walk away. Instead, he simply begins to step backwards as he anxiously keeps his gaze fixed on the stout and menacing looking boy.]

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

[He'll just let you get a few steps to make it seem like you're getting a clean getaway before asking.]

How do you know me?

[iflifehadaface.livejournal.com]

.. P-Pardon?

[Time to play dumb, Pilgrim! Hopefully his acting is as good as it ever was, and by good, well.. you get the idea.]

I-I'm sorry.. Know you? Ha.. Ha ha! We uhh.. Just met, ya' know? Right now. L-Like not even two minutes ago.

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

Oh yeah. I guess I was overreacting.

[He just smiles for a moment. It isn't particularly pleasant. Although, in the most pleasant voice he can muster, he asks.]

Hey, you like music?

[iflifehadaface.livejournal.com]

H-Huh? Yeah.. Umm.. Why do you ask?

[Scott seems less tense now. Music was the cure for everything. Anger. Sorrow. Music soothed the soul. At least, he thinks he heard that it did.. in a song once, of course!]