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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.]
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I traded in my immortality.
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The second thing does, but not as much as it should. In a way, it was a step toward Pokey forgiving himself rather than punishing himself for eternity.]
Good. I wouldn't want to exist forever either.
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[It's weird. It's probably one of the biggest decisions of his life he's ever made. He feels like there should be a lot more to say. To do. But really there just isn't. So he shrugs.]
What're you doing ugly. Found anything cool?
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It's true that there wasn't much to say on the subject of enormous life-changing decisions. A light punch to the shoulder might not be very meaningful, but it isn't exactly meaningless, either. Slugger turns to stand beside Pokey and rests a forearm on his friend's shoulder like "pals" are typically seen doing in all the stupid movies of the time.]
So. What are you doing on the 18th? [You know what he means.]
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[Look for prom stuff jeez. Who would do that. A sissy that's who.]
...Oh. You know. I guess I'm going.
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You wanna go with me?
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Yeah.
I am.
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I think that's like...kinda jumping ahead still. You know? I just. Don't know.
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Oh. I think Jade's going with my fake brother.
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[He's not sure what to say to that. Did you have a part to do with that? And if so, was it just for him?
He wants to ask, but at the same time he just wants to let it lie. He'll assume you're the cause, either way.]
...Good.
I settled things with her too.
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She seemed fine when I saw her. I think she'll be okay.
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[And God. He's just so happy. That he DIDN'T irreparably hurt someone like he had been so afraid he had.]
...You got a tuxedo picked out yet?
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[He shrugs. Usually he would just go in his usual business suit, but considering he actually has a date this time, and one he wants to impress.....he guesses he'll pick up an actual tux.
And he doesn't particularly mind that. He doesn't show it often, but Pokey? Enjoys dressing up.]
.....You uh.
You want help picking one out?
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I'd go with a dark blue if we could find one.
[That isn't a joke.
He's saying that with all seriousness.]
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What if Ai wears something red?
[Fashion. How does it work.]
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Like it has to be a dark color for you. I don't think you could pull something lighter off.
[Pokey has sort of an idea of it. Though how good he is is rather debatable.]
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...Maybe some type of grey would look really good on you, too. I'd say go black or grey.
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Yeah, that sounds good.
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Just don't let your mom comb your hair back again like at Homecoming. You looked like a tool.
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