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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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[He's snorting now. Trying to hold back giggling to be honest.]
Wanna hear a joke?
[He doesn't wait for Porky to respond. He just continues anyway, though he left a big enough gap for Porky to say "yes" or "no".]
So once two boys were trapped in a prison: a good boy, and a bad boy. And the bad boy knew he was a bastard, but he didn't know just how big a one until the good boy told him. See, the bad boy destroyed, and crushed, and killed everything the good boy held dear, and the bad boy didn't particularly care. He didn't even know the good boy. But he polluted his world anyway, because that's what the bad boy did. He ruined what he touched and he knew that, and because he ruined everything he decided he'd ruin it in a way he found fun. And at the end of everything even the good boy's world was destroyed, because the bad boy was at his happiest when he was destroying everything else.
But then one day the prison they were in - you see, this prison liked to screw around a lot - made it so the good boy went home. And when the good boy went home, and for a day came back ten years older, he'd found that home hadn't been destroyed after all. Want to know what was?
Everything the bad boy had done to the good boy's world. Poof. Gone. Every little thing he had taught and brought with him was what had been destroyed. The world wasn't gone, just brought back to norm. The people weren't dead, just had to start over. But everything about the bad boy?
[He can't help it. It's not giggling anymore, it's practically belly laughs.]
It was gone. Vanished. Boom. Just into thin air. It's like he hadn't even been there.
Get it? In the end the bad boy's victory fulfilled what the good boy wanted. Isn't that hysterical?
...Course. This is a second hand story, but I'm giving it to you from the first hand source that told me.
You are a failure. Don't look so surprised.
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[Well, that was a disturbing revelation if Porky ever heard one. As far as he and the destroyed world around the Absolutely Safe Capsule were concerned, he had accomplished his task. The fact that in some reality, that wasn't the case, is so, made his blood boil. People who hated him were still alive and well while he was trapped inside this tower. It was infuriating. His victory meant nothing is what this other boy was saying. Why he knew all this didn't mean anything to Porky.
He just wanted his other self to shut up. That laugh of his was the most aggravating.]
... and that's why I'm changing things up this time. Why are you so insistent on getting on my bad side? This isn't the first time either. I had a certain feeling about you. Looking back on it now, I can see as clear as day.
[A glare appears from behind the boy's bangs.]
You're not me at all. In that case, I won't have any qualms about killing you either. If I'm that big of a failure, I don't mind taking this entire place and you down with me. I can do it. I can do it too.
I know how now. I know how.
I know. I know. I know. I know. I know. I know. I know.
[The boy repeats this phrase in the same exact tone, in the same exact way. It's awfully... mechanical.]
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No. You don't know anything. You don't know anything. All you know is how to lie, and cheat, and hide. And it's always how you've been.
You think I'm afraid of you and your stupid mechanical buddies? Almost this time last year I was ready to say no to Giegue. You think I'm going to be afraid of some freak who doesn't even have the courage to talk to me face to face? Who maybe even can't? Spare me.
You're right. I may end up dying here. But you're coming along with me.
[He kicks out at the robot, more out of irritation than any actual belief he can hurt it.]
If you're so big, why don't you come face me, you coward. You jerk. You loser.
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[Porky remotely activates his robot's self-destruct command if only to spite his younger self even more. The confusion at what he's saying to himself hurts him more than the insults do. This conversation has long since been over. Both the boys have decided what it is they'll do. Unfortunately or fortunately, Porky hasn't quite yet divulged what it is he intends to do.
A fiery column springs forth from the robot. Charred pieces of the little boy's body, head, and clothing scatter all around the room.]
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He has just barely enough time to bring his arms up in front of his face as the blast flings him across the room, his body rolling as it slams back down at the moment another planet dies. Pain, born not of the sickness but of the searing heat against his front and the shrapnel peppering his arms. It feels like the world has been turned on end on end on end. Over and over, always rolling like the sea and never calming down.
He lays on the floor, dazed and confused and barely aware of the pain anymore. There's just a numbness, pleasant and welcome by this point. He knows, deep down, that he's bleeding out but for the moment it's just so hard to care. Quietly, Pokey closes his eyes and lets himself fall into the numbness and entirely away from pain.]