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mayfield_rpg2012-05-03 12:36 pm
ceasetoexist) wrote in mayfield_rpg2012-05-03 12:36 pm
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68th - Action
[Action - Around Town/The Post Office]
[When Pokey had first gotten into town, he had set about on making a map of the town. And in the two years since then, he hadn't really touched it. Despite how similar looking every house was, there was enough with the opening of the highway and several of the new neighborhoods he supposed it was time to update it. Perhaps for the sake of others even more than his own sake, this time.
So the boy can be found pretty much everywhere around town, a long tube of rolled up paper with him that he unfurls to start tracing down the area. Of course, he also doesn't get the idea of personally property. He'll be all over peoples lawns, including busting into the back lawns to look around and take notes down. Hope you don't mind a fat blue kid copying down notes about your stuff and the area.
Eventually his little adventure takes him by the post office. And for a moment or two he just looks at the Post Office. Examining it. As if trying to prepare himself for something. Because despite telling himself he was just out to make a map today, there are quite a few things he has planned. He takes a short breath in, then out, and enters the post office.
When he comes out, he doesn't have anything new with him. Or look like much has changed, aside from one small detail: his blue skin has changed back to a healthier, more light pink human shade. And for a moment the map is just forgotten. He ambles about town for a little bit, just looking around. And thinking. There's still something else really important he has to do today.]
[Action - Outside 625 Topper]
[The next place Pokey can be found is mulling around outside 625 Topper Street. He spends a good five minutes just staring at the house from across the street, biting his lip, before he walks towards it. And even then he doesn't go and knock on the door immediately. Instead, he decides to just pace back and forth on the lawn for a good ten to fifteen minutes or so. He murmurs to himself, sometimes gesturing a little bit as he talks. It's a quiet, nervous tone, almost like someone rehearsing.
Finally, after a little bit of time has passed he manages to steel himself and go knock on the door.]
[Action - Outside 502 Ricardo Street]
[Well. Everything is calm on Ricardo Street today. That is, until the front door of 502 bursts open and Pokey's still blue-painted Pokeybot bursts out the door, running as fast as it's fat little mechanical legs can take it down the porch of the house. Whatever is happening the robot certainly isn't amused.]
I said no!
[And it isn't too long before Pokey appears following behind the robot, a brush and a can of paint stripper in hand. Whereas the robot is scared and annoyed, Pokey is downright angry.]
And I said your opinion doesn't matter! Get back here stupid!
[The Pokeybots are intended to be obedient. It's part of their programming. But there's only so much one little robot can take, and it picks up a rock and throws it at Pokey, trying to keep his master away.]
No! How about you just paint yourself blue again and we'll call it even! This is dumb and I don't want to be painted again!
First off, I didn't PAINT myself blue, stupid! Secondly, this'll be quicker! It's paint stripper!
....Will that even work?
....Won't know til we try, will we?
[And that's when Pokey will try and rush the robot.
Have you ever seen a boy yell at his blue doppelganger as the doppelganger hides in a tree, mocking him? Because that's what you'll be seeing right now if you pass 502 Ricardo.]
[When Pokey had first gotten into town, he had set about on making a map of the town. And in the two years since then, he hadn't really touched it. Despite how similar looking every house was, there was enough with the opening of the highway and several of the new neighborhoods he supposed it was time to update it. Perhaps for the sake of others even more than his own sake, this time.
So the boy can be found pretty much everywhere around town, a long tube of rolled up paper with him that he unfurls to start tracing down the area. Of course, he also doesn't get the idea of personally property. He'll be all over peoples lawns, including busting into the back lawns to look around and take notes down. Hope you don't mind a fat blue kid copying down notes about your stuff and the area.
Eventually his little adventure takes him by the post office. And for a moment or two he just looks at the Post Office. Examining it. As if trying to prepare himself for something. Because despite telling himself he was just out to make a map today, there are quite a few things he has planned. He takes a short breath in, then out, and enters the post office.
When he comes out, he doesn't have anything new with him. Or look like much has changed, aside from one small detail: his blue skin has changed back to a healthier, more light pink human shade. And for a moment the map is just forgotten. He ambles about town for a little bit, just looking around. And thinking. There's still something else really important he has to do today.]
[Action - Outside 625 Topper]
[The next place Pokey can be found is mulling around outside 625 Topper Street. He spends a good five minutes just staring at the house from across the street, biting his lip, before he walks towards it. And even then he doesn't go and knock on the door immediately. Instead, he decides to just pace back and forth on the lawn for a good ten to fifteen minutes or so. He murmurs to himself, sometimes gesturing a little bit as he talks. It's a quiet, nervous tone, almost like someone rehearsing.
Finally, after a little bit of time has passed he manages to steel himself and go knock on the door.]
[Action - Outside 502 Ricardo Street]
[Well. Everything is calm on Ricardo Street today. That is, until the front door of 502 bursts open and Pokey's still blue-painted Pokeybot bursts out the door, running as fast as it's fat little mechanical legs can take it down the porch of the house. Whatever is happening the robot certainly isn't amused.]
I said no!
[And it isn't too long before Pokey appears following behind the robot, a brush and a can of paint stripper in hand. Whereas the robot is scared and annoyed, Pokey is downright angry.]
And I said your opinion doesn't matter! Get back here stupid!
[The Pokeybots are intended to be obedient. It's part of their programming. But there's only so much one little robot can take, and it picks up a rock and throws it at Pokey, trying to keep his master away.]
No! How about you just paint yourself blue again and we'll call it even! This is dumb and I don't want to be painted again!
First off, I didn't PAINT myself blue, stupid! Secondly, this'll be quicker! It's paint stripper!
....Will that even work?
....Won't know til we try, will we?
[And that's when Pokey will try and rush the robot.
Have you ever seen a boy yell at his blue doppelganger as the doppelganger hides in a tree, mocking him? Because that's what you'll be seeing right now if you pass 502 Ricardo.]
Re: A
[Sorry. He was kind of daydreaming there for a minute Lucas. Although he looks over at you when he sees you're staring.]
...What? I got something on my face?
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[This is probably Lucas's attempt at a joke or something.]
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No. Maybe I should. It's getting to summer so it'll be hot. Even if I hate haircuts.
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[Lucas pokes at his hair twirl.]
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I gave up my immortality, nerd. That's what's changed.
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Congratulations. I think. ...Is there a right phrase to say when this happens?
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Like I guess I get the meaning but I don't think it's something you'd really congratulate me on.
[Which doesn't mean he doesn't LIKE being congratulated. He's just not seeing the logic.]
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I think it was harder being immortal by this point than not.
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[Even if the reason was some sort of odd penance.]
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[He shrugs, looking away a little. He's still not sure what to say on the whole thing. He always thought he'd have more to say, and yet he doesn't.]
Wonder if it'll last if we get out of here.
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But it matters here. For now.
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Maybe that's all that matters anyway. I dunno.
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[Lucas is quiet for a few moments.]
If all you think about is the past or the future, but you forget about now... That's not how life is supposed to be. Look to the future, remember the past, but... live in the present.
Well, anyway. ...You look good.
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Yeah.
...Thanks. I feel better.
[That isn't a lie. He feels great, even if he's downplaying that a bit at the moment.]
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For a moment Pokey just stands there like he'd been frozen in time. Unmoving and static and just staring at Lucas for a moment. When he finally manages to say something, what it is surprises him.]
....You play baseball at all?
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I... hit things with a baseball bat. I'm not actually sure what it's for.
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Well. You have like. Half of the game down. You pretty much hit a ball with a bat. Someone else tries to catch the ball.
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[He smiles a little, for once. It's brief, but he does.]
It probably wouldn't be hard to get a game going around here.
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[She probably would. Just... maybe not with present company.]
Let us know if you have a game.
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I'll tell you.