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

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?

[enviousmath.livejournal.com]

I am. I've already decided to go home. [Not knowing that she'll go back to dying. Oh the pains of memory loss.]

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

Oh.

[He just thinks then shakes his head, looking away in disgust for a moment before looking back.]

You don't really think they're going to let us go home, do you? There's gotta be something they're pulling over on us.

[enviousmath.livejournal.com]

I'm sure there is. But, there's nothing lost if I don't go vote to go home. If I don't go back then that's that. I think it's better than doing nothing.

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

I'll agree with that.

[Okay, now his greed curiosity is bubbling up. He has to know.]

...Whats in the bag?

[enviousmath.livejournal.com]

The reason I came here.

[She walks closer to Pokey and places the bag down by the mech. Inside are a variety of different tools. Hammers, screwdrivers, pliers, wrenches - anything that you would find in a tool set from the 1950's is likely inside of here.]

The drone husband won't miss them. If he complains then who cares.

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

[He just goes through them for a moment. Over and over again. He's satisfied but...damn. Why does he feel sorta weird? He didn't really have anything to give her in return.]

....Sorry. ...I didn't really have the time to pick up anything for anyone else for Christmas yet, considering all that was going on.

[enviousmath.livejournal.com]

[She chuckles.]

Don't worry about it. You don't have to get me anything, Pokey.

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

[He just looks at it for a moment more before hefting the bag up, slinging it around his shoulder for the moment.]

....Thanks.

[And he just stands there before, ultimately, coming over and giving you a quick hug, Kyrie. ...It's stupid, he knows he shouldn't really be trusting anyone, but he just wants to. And he doesn't know why.]

[enviousmath.livejournal.com]

[Oh. Not expecting that hug, but she returns it quietly. She'll let go as soon as he does.]

You're very welcome.

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

[Yes, and he hopes its realized that we'll never speak of this again as he brushes himself off.]

...Thanks. For stopping me from getting myself killed on Christmas.

[enviousmath.livejournal.com]

[No problems there, you adorable little psycho.]

Ahaha. Anytime, Pokey.