Joy Unto You And A Merry Christmas Too

[ceasetoexist]

[Hey Mayfield, you ever seen a fat kid tear ass on foot through newly fallen snow? Well, todays your chance if you haven't before. You've got a few choices for how to interact with Pokey today.]

A. On His Way To 945 Beulah Street

[Hey 945 Beulah Street. You've got a visitor today, knocking rapidly, and obnoxiously on your door. You may want to answer it, because if Pokey decides you're taking too long for his tastes, he has absolutely no problem with trying to bash one of your windows in to try and get in. Feel free to catch him doing either.]

B. Phone

[When he speaks, his voice is lower then usual. Angrier too. And that last one's saying something.]

So did anyone get anything nice for Christmas? No, they didn't, did they?

And what did you idiots expect. Of course we didn't. The town decided to kick us while we're down again, just like we knew it would. Running out of creative steam, huh town? What's going to be your next friggin' trick, giving us each a monkey's paw and seeing how we screw ourselves.

I've had it. I've had it I've had it I've had it. So screw it.

She's right next door. I'm going to give her her comeuppance. Feel free to join me if you want.

C. Being an Absolute Dumbass

[If you're on Ricardo Street, feel free to notice Pokey standing on top of his mech, not across from his own house, but 501 Ricardo. The Smith House. And he's just shivering. But not from cold. He pauses for a moment before screaming.]

Hey! You little witch! I know you're in there, aren't you? I bet you're just laughing and laughing and laughing! Well, I'm tired of it. "

You've got a minute to come out before I blow your friggin' house up. Maybe it won't matter much, but it'll at least be an inconvenience. Who knows, maybe it'll be too much for even you to stop and I'll get lucky.

So how about you do us both a favor and get your scrawny little psychic witch butt out here before I...uuuuh....inconvenience you...

[Wow, this sounded a lot more threatening in his head.]

Comments

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[enviousmath.livejournal.com]

[Kyrie only got some coal, suppressing her urges to write to Santa this time, but she heard Pokey's call and got a good idea where he was heading to. She's going there to calm him down, but she took the shotgun just in case something happens to him and he needs help.]

Pokey!

C. headed to bed after this, will continue more responses tomorrow

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

[Just turning his head towards you Kyrie. Check out his badass spider mech. Pretty sweet huh?

Also check out just how emotionless he's made himself in a few seconds after screaming out. His voice is just dead flat.]

Here to help?

[enviousmath.livejournal.com]

[She just sort of ignores that giant thing for now, more focused on him and his breaking sanity.]

No. I'm here to stop you from getting yourself killed.

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

I'm not going to die. And who cares if I do? I'll just came back.

[enviousmath.livejournal.com]

So then you'll die. Then what? Nothing will come from it. It'll be wasted.

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

But we've never tried an out and out assault on her before! Maybe we can kill her like this!

[enviousmath.livejournal.com]

If the Mayor and Grady can't be killed with frontal assaults, what makes you think Lucy will be any easier!? You aren't thinking clearly.

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

Well I can't just sit here and take it! That's a losers way of doing crap!

[enviousmath.livejournal.com]

Well this isn't the way to do it!

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

[He opens his mouth. Once. Twice. Awkwardly opening and closing it again and again, trying to find something to say. Some way to respond. And failing. He's not thinking clearly. He knew that from the start of this. But that doesn't mean he necessarily cares that he isn't thinking clearly, either. So he just stares. And glares. Before stomping his foot stupidly on the icy back of his mech.]

I don't care! I don't care! She's gotta pay, and she's gotta pay n-

[And that'd be him managing to slip off the back of his mech, falling into the snow behind him.]

[enviousmath.livejournal.com]

[Kyrie gasps and quickly runs to help him.]

Pokey, are you okay?

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

[Don't worry, he's starting to pick himself up. It was just his pride that was wounded. Though he's struggling with one hand to dust himself off.]

....I'm fine.

[enviousmath.livejournal.com]

[She moves around and helps dust him off slightly, noticing the stubbed hand. Oh dear.]

Pokey, I know you're angry, but you need to calm down. This isn't making things better.

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

But I-

[Wild Pokey is confused! Pokey used Flail!

Unfortunately, Flail isn't particularly effective since Pokey is a little spaz at the moment. It also doesn't help that he's desperately, desperately trying to blink back the tears forming in his eyes.]

But I can't just do nothing! That sucks! I gotta do SOMETHING!

[enviousmath.livejournal.com]

[She sighs at the flailing. Kids are so crazy. She lightly puts her hands on his shoulders and calms her own voice, into a soother tone.]

Getting yourself killed isn't going to help. Now take a deep breath.

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

But it-I-I...

[Take a deep breath is...actually probably a good idea. At the rate he was going, the little idiot was nearly out of it anyway. He does so, a long, shaky one, shoulders tensing and relaxing as he does. After he does, he just looks at Kyrie for a moment.]

But I've got to make it right. For once, I got to make something right...

[enviousmath.livejournal.com]

This is not the time to play hero or revenge. You've made your point.

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

I didn't prove anything. I'm just bowing before that stupid little witch again. I hate her. I hate her so much....

[Oh, just look at his trembling little fists. Well, er, trembling little fist and hand stump.]

[enviousmath.livejournal.com]

[A rough sigh.]

You aren't bowing. Bowing means accepting what happened. You're not accepting it, so it isn't bowing.

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

Not doing damage to your opponent is bowing. Accepting defeat, or failure, of any kind isn't tolerable, or acceptable, under any circumstance.

[enviousmath.livejournal.com]

Well I agree on half of that. Accepting defeat is not acceptable. But, you aren't accepting defeat. You're willing to fight back. Screaming at her to come out won't make it happen.

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

So I should've gone with my gut and just tried to blow the house up?

1/2

[enviousmath.livejournal.com]

[Pff. Okay that made her laugh a little.]

[enviousmath.livejournal.com]

[It dies down into light chuckles, as she ruffles his hair with one of her hands.]

Now that really sounds like a death wish.

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

[He flinches away at first. For Pokey, having an adult put their hand on his head usually meant they were going to grip his hair to hold him still before pelting him to shut him up. So he's...somewhat confused by the sign of affection.

And it swells up. All the terror, and anger, and sadness he felt; the short moment of exhilaration as he tried to control himself when you were talking with him. And now the sign of affection, that he can actually interpret as such for once. It just swells and swells and he can't really hold back.

Pokey's a lot of things. He's damn near a genius, and a prodigy, and occasionally charming. But he's also a bully, and a coward, and a cheat. But above all those? He's a little boy. So he does what any little boy would do with so many emotions coming his way in such a short period of time.

He cries. He hates it, and he tries to stop it as he makes a futile attempt to wipe at his eyes, but he can't stop it. He just cries, and cries, and cries, hiccing quietly as he constantly tries to fight it back.]