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....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?
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[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.]
....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?
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[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.]
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Date: 2011-01-05 05:27 am (UTC).. Yeah. That's what I was about to ask. What's your uhh.. Your name?
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Date: 2011-01-05 05:30 am (UTC)[Yeah. He's not sounding any friendlier at the moment.]
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Date: 2011-01-05 05:32 am (UTC)[.. 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.]
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Date: 2011-01-05 05:35 am (UTC)How do you know me?
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Date: 2011-01-06 03:07 am (UTC)[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.
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Date: 2011-01-06 04:34 am (UTC)[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?
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Date: 2011-01-09 06:04 am (UTC)[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!]