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[ceasetoexist]

Characters: Pokey and OPEN to anyone
Setting: Room 1-04, Floor 27, Floor 29
Format: I'll match anything, it's all good
Summary: Pokey is not amused to be thrust into a new, deranged hellhole and deals with it the best he can. That is, very poorly and obnoxiously.
Warnings: Obnoxious brattery ahoy

Room 1-04

[To say he isn't happy would be the understatement of a lifetime. Things had been going...well, not great in general but certainly great for him back in Mayfield. And to have waken up in a new place, surrounded by entirely new people - hell, not even getting his own room by the looks of it - is not a comforting or wanted sensation.

For the moment he's hunched in front of his trunk, eyes scanning over the note in his hand. Once. Twice. Again and again and again. He brings the note closer to his face each time, as if he couldn't be reading it right and closer inspection will somehow fix the problem. In the end, Pokey does figure out how to fix the problem.

He takes the note and tears it up into little pieces, tearing each piece smaller and smaller as the bits of paper start to litter the floor, the boy's shoulder's trembling. Once the paper has been savaged to Pokey's satisfaction he gets up and kicks his trunk as hard as he can. It hurts like hell doing that but at the moment he isn't paying the pain any mind.]

This is bullcrap!

[And he'll kick the trunk a second time. And a third. When all other options are taken from him, that he had grown accustomed to, violence falls back on being what he's reliant on.]

Floor 27

[Pokey likes to consider himself very science minded. In fact, he'd go so far to call himself a scientist and while that was quite a stretch he had a surprisingly good understanding of technology and engineering for a boy his age. Under any other circumstances, the lab you would find on floor 27 would be like a playground to him, where he would mess with the equipment and mix chemicals without any regard as to what they were for the sole sake of seeing what would happen.

He's still playing with the equipment in a manner of speaking, but it's a bit more inappropriate than usual. Destruction of property, after all, generally isn't looked on very well. But when you're a recovering sociopath who happens to be thirteen you don't tend to care about what's acceptable or not. The heavier machinery and devices proved to be a bit too much for Pokey to try and throw, so at the moment he's settled for finding any of the test tubes, and beakers, and bottles he can find and throwing them to the floor with abandon.

In all honesty the destruction isn't helping as much as it should. As much as it used to. And that just makes Pokey angrier and feel the need to try and destroy even more.

Enjoy the little moron messing with all the science equipment everyone!

Floor 29

[The hedge maze that is this floor has put somewhat of a roadblock in front of Pokey's pouting little rampage. Pokey would have been quite content to keep going from floor to floor and breaking whatever he could get his hands on to try and satisfy his anger. His rage at this place. His anger at himself for still being alive while the few people he cared about in Mayfield could very well be dead if what the note was telling him was true and not a big fat load.

Pokey Minch is a clever boy, but in the end he's still a child and a very easily flustered one. And the maze isn't doing him many favors. He keeps going one way, stops, and then heads another. Inevitably he keeps heading back to a designated starting point, grumbling to himself about how dumb the place is. Occasionally he aims a kick at the edges of the wall, but he doesn't get much satisfaction of it.

He's going to be wandering the maze a while, trying to hide his look of bemusement and irritation and not doing a good job of it. Occasionally, he mumbles to himself.]

Man. If I only had a chainsaw...

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Floor 27

[doctor_dismemberment]

[Richtofen considers the laboratory one of his safe zones. For the most part, he can get away from the daily stresses and annoying residents of the Tower in here, and lock himself away with numerous chemicals and research materials that he can study until he tires himself out. It's almost peaceful, in a way. Normally, not many other people make their way into the lab (at least, as far as Richtofen knows).

Today, that doesn't seem to be the case.

Upon entering the lab, Richtofen's startled to here shattering and splashing, and he quickly follows the sound of the noises until he finds the source. Some little boy is throwing things to the ground with wild abandon, and Richtofen sees red. The stuff doesn't technically belong to him, but he's still fiercely protective of it - it reminds him of home, after all, and some of the chemicals are from his world. Reasonably, watching it be destroyed so carelessly sets him off.]

What are you doing?!

[You hear that, Pokey? That is the ear-shattering voice of an angry Nazi. Shouting Germans tend to be frightening enough, but Richtofen's voice is especially piercing.]

Re: Floor 27

[ceasetoexist]

[Pokey stops, a test tube held high in his hand that was just about to meet the ground and is now spared. In earlier times, Pokey would have continued to do it anyway, would have continued to challenge anyone who'd tell him to stop or try to get him too. But Mayfield had taught him that, unlike in Eagleland, people in places like this tended to have little problem with simply killing him if he crossed a line.

And, he hopes it isn't clear on his face, but he recognizes Richtofen. Had known a version of him, although only briefly, back in Mayfield. Pokey isn't very good at hiding expressions but he hopes that the look on his face translates more as hesitancy and maybe curiosity rather than recognition.

He lowers his arm, still holding the test tube but having decided to avoid destroying any more at the moment.]

You could call it anger management, I guess. Why, you want to break some?

[And that's about all the answer you're going to get, Richtofen, complete with a small snort of annoyance after his statement.]

[doctor_dismemberment]

...Why yes, actually.

[Richtofen's voice is almost serenely calm, compared to a moment ago. If he had noticed anything off about the boy's expression, he doesn't show it. Instead, he just steps around the mess on the floor until he's right in front of the newcomer.

Then he grabs the front of his shirt and hauls him upward, bending down at the waist to get so close to the boy's face that their noses touch. Once there, even louder than before, he shouts.]

I want to break some heads, und yours will be the first!

[ceasetoexist]

[The test tube in his hand and all the other glass instruments that he'd been holding under his arm fall to the ground, shattering in near unison. As little concern as Pokey held about death anymore, he still couldn't stop just general fear. Pokey grimaces at the force of Richtofen's voice and at him being grabbed. The idea of trying to strike at the man crosses Pokey's mind, briefly, and is then put away when he realizes it still wouldn't be good enough to get him any freedom.

Pokey just looks back at Richtofen for a moment before turning his head away.]

Fine.

[It isn't bravery in his voice by a long shot. Not even acceptance, really. Just lack of concern. A disconnect from the danger that's obviously present in front of him. He just doesn't care.

Maybe this whole thing is some kind of trick. Or some factor of the breakdown Mayfield was going through. Maybe dying could, in fact, work in his favor somehow if the guy was actually going to kill him.]

[doctor_dismemberment]

[...What.

He's just going to give up? Just like that? Oh, that's no fun! Richtofen likes it the most when victims scream and cry and beg for mercy. (Alternately, the ones who take pleasure in being killed are intriguing, too.) But this? Ugh.

Richtofen grimaces.]

Fine? Fine?!

[A pause.]

Fine.

[Another, longer pause, and then he shouts, sounding a bit helpless and confused:] Why 'fine?!' [He gives the boy a shake for good measure.]

[ceasetoexist]

[Pokey grits his teeth in a snarl at being shaken again. The fear is starting to dissolve and mix back into anger, and before he can stop and think about it Pokey kicks out at Richtofen's stomach.]

Let go of me you stupid jerk!

[Well that went a bit roundabout.]

Floor 27

[culbutiri]

[Nesir spent quite a lot of time on this floor, not touching anything just observing. She wanted to know what everything was for; it was nothing like anything she had seen in her own world and so the only way she would learn was by watching others use it.

Or destroy it, she leaned against the wall wand watched the boy knocking things off benches with a slight smirk. He seemed angry; much like she had been at his age.] Do you be having fun?

[ceasetoexist]

[Pokey looks over at where the voice came from, and frowns. He looks away again, throwing another beaker at the ground and watching it smash with satisfaction.]

Maybe I "do be having fun"! What's it to you?

[culbutiri]

[Nesir smirked again and pushed herself off the wall, going over to stand near him.] I did just be wondering. I would be careful though, if I did be being you. Someone did be killing me because I did be making a mess.

[ceasetoexist]

Oh man. Death.

That's sure terrifying.

[Even now, it still is. At least a little. But after dying six times back in Mayfield he doesn't care as much. It'd lost some of its power; not all, but some.]

Nice to hear the people here have that great a control on their tempers.

[He's one to talk.]

[culbutiri]

You do be being here a long time I do be seeing. [Waking up from death was one of the weirdest things Nesir had ever experienced, but she was going with it. Glad she was not dead even though not being a prisoner would be a better state of affairs.]

Floor 29

[warriorscribe]

*Indeed, if Pokey had just gone straight down the stairs...

Oh well, he isn't the only one wandering the maze. Though, this one is doing so because he's trying to get back from admiring the garden, and forgot the way he got through the maze in the first place. When he passes an obviously lost young boy muttering about some kind of saw, well...*

I've tried cutting through the plants. They won't break... Are you trying to find the garden or the stairs?

Re: Floor 29

[ceasetoexist]

[Man Pokey is not in the mood to do things logically okay? Do not mess with him for a moment, though he will take anyone speaking to him right now as "messing" with him.

He just looks up at Enoch and frowns.]

Whichever gets me away from you.

[warriorscribe]

*...Well that's. Okay. Kid needs space. But he does have to warn Pokey, considering he'd tried to explore the tower at night during that whole restaurant fiasco.*

Then keep wandering. But please, try to leave the floor before nightfall. The plants on this level become man-eating at night.

[ceasetoexist]

...Really?

[Okay, that's....kind of cool. Pokey looks the plants for a moment.]

Anyone ever try to take some out of here?

[warriorscribe]

*Oh, well. He hadn't expected to get through to him. And he certainly hadn't thought about that before.*

Not that I know of...

Floor 27 bandwagon whop

[reddeadvirtuoso]

[Jade was right on her way up the stairs to apparently wander back up to her room (she pretty much looked like a mess, with her white button-up shirt thrown over her Red Atom t-shirt, her bed-tussled hair, and her patched up striped scarf around her neck), but the weird little spaz running around the science lab was kind of weird and also amusing.

Mostly she just stood with whatever book she had elected to take with her open in front of her, staring at him from behind her shades.]

...Yo Captain Klepto, you ok?

[ceasetoexist]

[The weird, enraged thirteen year old stops for a moment. The voice...sounds familiar in a way, but he can't quite put his finger on it at first. So he just turns towards Jade, scowling his ass off in the most preposterous way he can as he says]

Well, first off stupid, it's only kleptomania if I'm stealing something. This is just destruction.

Secondly, I don't really see how it's your business.

[reddeadvirtuoso]

[She'll respond to that scowl with a consistent and blank stare. This thirteen year old's facade was cold as ice.]

Any particular reason you have a raging anger against scientific accessories?

[Annnnd just ignoring that second part.]

[ceasetoexist]

Because they killed my dad.

That answer your question?

[reddeadvirtuoso]

Pretty sure those itty bitty glass test tubes didn't kill your father, unless they suddenly gained sentience, broke themselves in half and then jabbed him in the throat.

[She demonstrates this point by using one hand to make a jabbing motion while the other continued holding up the book.]

Floor 29

[littlesound]

That's not gonna work...

[From around a corner comes a young girl, maybe 10 or 11 years old. She's got a pink rabbit-eared hooded sweater on, and some kind of microphone-looking thing clutched in her right hand. She's also approaching slowly, looking a bit wary.]

Nothing can cut through it! Sonata's tried! So you gotta find your way through...

[ceasetoexist]

[For his part Pokey just shoots a glare back at the girl. He isn't in the mood for crap like this, and his ability to be in a bad mood is at a fever pitch at the moment.

In the back of his mind is a voice asking him not to take it out on a smaller kid, but it's a newer voice and one he still isn't used to. And it's just so easy to revert to how he always was.]

Yeah whatever. It's not like I'm lost or anything so how about, you know. You find your own way out of here.

[littlesound]

[Well, this kid was a jerk, wasn't he? There was no need to be nice to jerks.]

Sonata's already finding her way out of here! Hmmph!

[She tosses her head and stomps a foot, turning away from Pokey.]

It won't be my fault if you get eaten by something!

[ceasetoexist]

Yeah sure! Whatever!

Try not to get too lost! I'm sure making sure you don't fall every time you move must be an accomplishment for you!