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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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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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So yeah. Sorry. You've got sidekick duty kid.
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Tell you what? How about I race you to floor fifteen, and the winner gets to be the main character?
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[A race is right up her alley!]
Ready... set... GO!
[Don't mind her as she takes off for the stairs...]
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Pokey made to act like he was about to run after her, but lets her go ahead and get as far as she can before he turns his head back to the pile of books, grimacing. He runs over to them, starting to look through each one as quick as he can. He flips through pages like a mad man, and shakes books upside down to test and see if he can find his comic.
Oh God. Which book did he put it in he needs to find it.
You're kind of going to win this race with great ease as Pokey continues his search.]
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That seems sort of strange to her, because he didn't seem like the type to make this easy on her.
Quietly, she creeps back the way she came, back to the library floor, and peeks out from the staircase to see what's taking him so long.
Looking through the books...? She doesn't get why he's doing that. Maybe he forgot something. It's not a fair race if she just takes off while he's doing that. She'll wait til he starts for the stairs and then take off again. That's fair, she thinks.]
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Pokey goes through discarded book after book after book. He flips through them and shakes them and throws them aside as he comes up empty time after time.
But finally? He strikes the gold he was looking for, and a very thin comic book falls out of one of the books. He snatches the comic as it falls and smiles at it for a moment. Fondly. As if what it was transcended just being a comic book.
Having found what he was looking for, Pokey gets up and slides the comic into his jacket, patting it to make sure it's there as he starts to head to leave the library.]
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Once she was a decent amount up, though, she took off running again. Whatever that sentimental moment was for Pokey, it... didn't actually mean anything to her other than that maybe she shouldn't bug him about the comic. It certainly wasn't enough to keep her from trying to throw what was now a more fair race.]