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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: 2011-01-09 01:51 am (UTC)[This is about when she realizes that she doesn't know much about him at all...]
What kind of town do you live in? What is your house like?
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Date: 2011-01-09 03:57 am (UTC)Well....this right here is my home.