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towerofanimus2012-12-10 11:32 pm
ceasetoexist) wrote in towerofanimus2012-12-10 11:32 pm
It's that season
Characters: Pokey Minch [AU1] and You
Setting: Dorm 1-04, Floor Three, Floor Twelve
Format: Starting with prose. But will match.
Summary: Pokey's got himself a case of the flu and he is just doing his damnedest to take his mind off of it.
Warnings: Fat obnoxious kids all in this post
Dorm 1-04
If you're one of Pokey's roommates, you might notice that your bed has more or less been stripped. It is at it's very bare bones. The pillow and blanket from it is gone, and if you look hard enough you'll find those are all in a pile on one of your roommates' bed. And if you look close enough? You'll see that pile is moving sometimes.
Go away. Pokey is sick and trying to sleep and he needs all of this goddammit.]
Floor Three
[Well the sleeping thing didn't work. Now Pokey is miserably wandering around to try and find something to take his mind off of the fact that he was sick as hell. And cold. And miserable. A little hungry too but that's always there so it's not as bad as the first three. He'd already raided the infirmary a bit and took medication after medication, which was not the brightest idea he had.
At the moment he's reading a book in the library, a little zonked out from both the flu he has and the over-use of medication. But he's doing anything he can to try and get his mind off of how bad he is at the moment.
If you looked over his shoulder though, you'd notice he doesn't seem to be reading the book at all. Rather, it looks like he's reading what appears to be a comic book, although it seems like the comic was made by someone around Pokey's age instead of being an official one. Maybe even made by him. There was no reason for him to have put it inside the book he was reading aside from the weird thrill he got out of it, like he was cheating someone.
The kid is messed up in his own special little ways.]
Floor Twelve
[Either it's the medication or this room is just cool as can be.
Pokey can be found standing in the middle of the room, giving a kind of glassy eyed stare and sniffing a little as he watches the destruction of planets, of universes, of galaxies happen again and again and again in the projection room. He doesn't seem to watch it with terror, or fear, so much as curiosity.
He paces the room as he watches the spectacle over and over, as if being at a different angle will reveal something about what he's seeing. Will reveal some kind of truth to him. If it does, Pokey never says what that truth is. But at the end of one of the cycles of destruction, he finally says something.]
Stupid.
Setting: Dorm 1-04, Floor Three, Floor Twelve
Format: Starting with prose. But will match.
Summary: Pokey's got himself a case of the flu and he is just doing his damnedest to take his mind off of it.
Warnings: Fat obnoxious kids all in this post
Dorm 1-04
If you're one of Pokey's roommates, you might notice that your bed has more or less been stripped. It is at it's very bare bones. The pillow and blanket from it is gone, and if you look hard enough you'll find those are all in a pile on one of your roommates' bed. And if you look close enough? You'll see that pile is moving sometimes.
Go away. Pokey is sick and trying to sleep and he needs all of this goddammit.]
Floor Three
[Well the sleeping thing didn't work. Now Pokey is miserably wandering around to try and find something to take his mind off of the fact that he was sick as hell. And cold. And miserable. A little hungry too but that's always there so it's not as bad as the first three. He'd already raided the infirmary a bit and took medication after medication, which was not the brightest idea he had.
At the moment he's reading a book in the library, a little zonked out from both the flu he has and the over-use of medication. But he's doing anything he can to try and get his mind off of how bad he is at the moment.
If you looked over his shoulder though, you'd notice he doesn't seem to be reading the book at all. Rather, it looks like he's reading what appears to be a comic book, although it seems like the comic was made by someone around Pokey's age instead of being an official one. Maybe even made by him. There was no reason for him to have put it inside the book he was reading aside from the weird thrill he got out of it, like he was cheating someone.
The kid is messed up in his own special little ways.]
Floor Twelve
[Either it's the medication or this room is just cool as can be.
Pokey can be found standing in the middle of the room, giving a kind of glassy eyed stare and sniffing a little as he watches the destruction of planets, of universes, of galaxies happen again and again and again in the projection room. He doesn't seem to watch it with terror, or fear, so much as curiosity.
He paces the room as he watches the spectacle over and over, as if being at a different angle will reveal something about what he's seeing. Will reveal some kind of truth to him. If it does, Pokey never says what that truth is. But at the end of one of the cycles of destruction, he finally says something.]
Stupid.
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What. Never heard you shouldn't judge a book by its cover? Shows what you know.
[Still holding the book by its side he brings it back to try and lightly tap Vanellope on the head with it.]
Far as you know that's how all the books in here might look like on the inside.
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Well I've heard that but--
[Less talking, more action! She scampers off to the nearest bookshelf and hops up to grab a book. She looks a little expectant as she flips it open, but it's full of regular, typed words - not comic pages. She holds it up and open and points it in Pokey's direction.]
This one's not like that!
[Then she just unceremoniously drops it on the ground and plucks another one from the shelf.]
Neither is this one! ...or this one! Or...
[Sheee's making a mess...]
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Like Vanellope he goes over to the bookshelves and starts picking more himself, saying "nope" and throwing them to the ground as he (surprise surprise) doesn't find a comic in them.
Finally though, he pauses with one halfway open and motions for Vanellope to come over.]
Hey! I found another one!
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[She tosses aside the most recent book she'd been struggling with (which was just about as big as she was, really) and scrambles over to try and look over Pokey's shoulder again.]
Lemme see, lemme see!
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And then just slams the book shut in front of her face.]
No!
[And then? He is just laughing his ass off.]
You should have seen the look on your face! You were so excited! You were like-
[And he tries to smile like he thinks Vanellope does. It isn't a very good imitation. But at least it's better than when he tries to imitate her voice.]
"You did? Lemme see lemme see!"
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[The words bring a sense of déjà vu along with them, but Vanellope shakes it off. A moment later, though, she puffs out her cheeks in response to Pokey's imitation of her.]
Hey hey hey, that is not what I sound like! Your voice isn't high-pitched enough and it doesn't sound as awesome as me.
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Hey, I worked with what I had. It's not my fault my voice is too great to mimic yours, runt.
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[Obviously Vanellope hasn't heard of "turning the other cheek," because now she's trying to counter with an equally-ridiculous mimicry attempt at Pokey's voice.]
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You see Mayfield's voice too is just too cool for me to mimic right! I should stick to my own voice!
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Oh no! Vanellope's voice is just so much cooler than mine that I can't even get close! What am I going to do?!
[And she falls backward with the most over-dramatic "I have failed" look ever on her face.]
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He's sorry. That was just too perfect.]
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Hey, you've got a good smile! You should smile more often.
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[He tosses another book at Vanellope, but at least it's a soft throw and not pitching the dumb thing.]
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So how come you came to the library anyway?
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Something to do. An-
[And he gets interrupted as he sneezes, loudly, into his hand. He sneers at what's left there before rubbing it on the cover of another book.]
And to try and forget this dumb cold.
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[Except she's looking at the remnants of that sneeze with a bit of admiration because wow, not ever day you get enough snot to rub it into the cover of a book.]
Have you tried wrapping a scarf around your neck and the bottom of your face and your nose?
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But hey it's worth a try.
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What's the worst that could happen, riiiight?
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Know what? You're right.
There's no way it can go wrong.
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[And he'll just be grabbing your ponytail as you start to walk away.]
Let's get something straight here.
You're the sidekick!
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Oh, come on! Why do I have to be the sidekick?
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