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towerofanimus2012-11-08 01:04 am
ceasetoexist) wrote in towerofanimus2012-11-08 01:04 am
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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...
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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Science taken to an extreme level. Uh. Doesn't tend to attract stable people.
[He should know. He more or less is an example of that. When he's not pitching a hissy fit.]
How bad are they?
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[Jade you seem to know too much about cartoons right now.]
Honestly, I have no idea. Science-y types don't usually opt to chill with the weird kid wearing their sunglasses at night. There's one guy around here that put something in everyone's food and made some people go crazy, but that's all I know.
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[He just looks at Jade for a moment, hard. God. There is just something he cannot put his finger on about her. Something that feels familiar but off at the same time.]
You been here long then, I'm guessing? Know most of the procedure for this place?
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I've only been here for... [....You know what, she literally had absolutely no idea how long it'd been. And seeing as she hadn't even been using her timey-wimy powers that much lately...that was a bit concerning.]
I have no idea, but it seems to go do-some-bad-shit, get a break and a new menu, the so some more annoying and/or bad shit. Speaking as an objective observer of course.
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[This time he drops a beaker but before it hits the ground he kicks it. He had meant for it to fly across the room and shatter, but instead it just breaks on contact with his shoe.
Pokey looks at the shattered glass, sadly.]
That sucked.
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The level of Suckitude of this situation isn't one that has been able to be scientifically articulated yet. But we're working on it, in between the screaming.
[Perfect time for science jokes, amirite.] Where'd you come from then? On a scale of one to ten, better or worse than evil Halloween costumes?
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Then let me tell you how much of an honor it is to be part of this bold and necessary experience. I can't wait to be torn limb from limb or have my brain replaced with a monkey butt or whatever they do here.
[And then Pokey just stares, blinking for a moment.]
....Define "evil Halloween costume".
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The kind where it tries to choke you and then you go psycho-crazy if you die in it, is basically what I'm saying.
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That's pretty much on par with where I got out of.
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[So other worlds being totally loony crazy was a normal thing. Awesome!]
Uh... there's a Cafeteria at least? It's not completely horribad bullshit all of the time at least..
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...Is it actually decent? The food I mean?
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Uh.... [Hang on, she has to think about that question for a minute.] Sometimes, I guess. Sometimes there's real food and a good selection, but it's not fantastic. And then at the other end of the spectrum you've got months with nothing but pumpkin or these weird nutrition bars that I'm not entirely convinced they're not actually made of cardboard.
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[Pokey seems to think on that. Then shrugs.]
Crap I was eating before hear tasted like it was all food straight out of the can. By which I mean a toilet, not a metal one.
So I guess that's a step up.
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I dunno, I wouldn't exactly put it past them to feed us bodily waste in cardboardesque form, but I guess we'll just have to see how the future unfolds.
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I'm Pokey, by the way. Don't think I caught your name.
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Jade Strider. Nice to know ya. [Hey, she as even offering one of her hands for a shake. Surprisingly a civil introduction!]
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But not the Jade he knew at least. He's not even sure exactly what this is at the moment. Oh well.
He'll shake her hand, briefly.]
Nice as it can be here, I guess.