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

[beloved-mother.livejournal.com]

But are you happy being like that?

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

[Sweet merciful god no.]

Yes. I'm very happy. Super happy. No one's as happy as I am.

[beloved-mother.livejournal.com]

Now this time I can tell you're not being honest.

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

Yeah well I am so there.

[Oh shit we are throwing the hammer down on this one, Hinawa.]

[beloved-mother.livejournal.com]

If you're unhappy with the way you are, you should try to change. You're still young... how old are you me? Maybe you and my son are around the same age. Maybe you could be friends?

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

I don't WANT to change. I'm twelve, and I'm fine on my own. I don't need friends.

[beloved-mother.livejournal.com]

But you sound so unhappy.

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

I'm fine. Alright? Why do you care? You don't even know me.

[beloved-mother.livejournal.com]

Then let's fix that. I'm Hinawa. What's your name?

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

I didn't-!

Pokey.

[beloved-mother.livejournal.com]

It's nice to meet you, Pokey.

See? Now we know each other. So you should have no complaints about me caring.

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

....You know my name. Not me. There's a difference.

[beloved-mother.livejournal.com]

Then I'll just have to find out more, now won't I?

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

I guess.

You said you had a son? He's here then, from the way you were speaking?

rofl whoops...

[beloved-mother.livejournal.com]

That's right. His name is Lucas. Maybe you've already met him?

Don't worry about it

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

Lucas?! Yeah, I know-

[Wait. Stop. He thought your name sounded familiar. Lucas had mentioned it before. Ness too, when he going through whatever the hell it was the town did to him for Christmas. It was, in fact, one of the few things he knew about Lucas. Especially after the candy corn event, when Lucas let a few more details blab.

"A world where Flint and Hinawa and Claus and Lucas are all alive and well..."

He was possibly talking to a dead woman. He was possibly talking to a dead woman he'd killed.

Awhile back, he thought that sensation would've excited him, just utterly intrigued him. And it still did. But now...it frightened him as well. No. Not fear. But it was some sensation he didn't like, and he didn't know what else to classify it as.

So, for a few moments, he's just silent before responding.]

This conversation never happened. You don't know me.

[And then he hung up the receiver.]

[beloved-mother.livejournal.com]

[well that was a strange reaction, and obviously troubling.

Why had he reacted so strongly to Lucas's name? Did the two perhaps not get along?

Hm... she would have to ask Lucas about it, when she next got the chance.

Pokey didn't seem like a bad child, just one that needed guidance. Maybe his own parents had been a bit lacking. Perhaps it was too late to fix whatever damage was done, but Hinawa wasn't the type to give up on somebody.

But for now she just needed to speak with Lucas and find out why he'd reacted so badly...]