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imjustpicky) wrote2011-11-07 12:47 pm
imjustpicky) wrote2011-11-07 12:47 pm
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03 - Just One More Level? Please?
[Action A - 7132 Brooks Lane, Morning]
[Having heard in passing that people were getting stuff back in the mail, Picky was anxious to check his own mail to see what he'd be getting. Monday morning he volunteered to bring in the mail, and atop the usual bills and flyers was a box with "Picky Minch" written on it.
...the town didn't seem to care that he had been going by a different name. Huh.
But never mind that. A box! A box for him! He scooted back inside, set all of the mail down on the table by the front door, and hastily tore his package open.]
Hey! My Game Boy!
[And it was his, not just any dumb Game Boy plucked off a shelf. It had a scuff and dent on the bottom from when he dropped it, and it had the sticker over the battery cover that he had put there himself. And it was real, because when he flicked it on, the little red light lit up and the green-yellow screen powered on, and the "ding!" of a proper start-up sounded. Followed immediately by the first few strains of the Tetris title screen music.
...he shook the box out to see if any other games were included, but alas, none were. Still, Tetris was pretty good. And he really should play a little, to make sure that it worked properly... Someone's probably going to have to shoo him out the door to get him to go to school.]
[Action B - Mayfield Elementary School]
[Class has gotten dull, and Picky is no longer paying attention. He has his Game Boy on, volume turned down, tucked partway beneath his desk. He won't get caught, right? No one's paying attention, right?]
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[Lunchtime isn't much different. Rather than concern himself with peanut butter sandwiches and classmates, he's off at a table by himself, not eating, determined to get past level 4. That's where he's been stuck at this past while. It just gets so fast...]
[Action C - The Park, Afternoon]
[You know what happens when you play with your Game Boy all day? The one that had the same batteries in it from the before, that you haven't replaced in a while? The batteries run out.
Picky is on a bench in the park, manipulating those Tetris blocks, just about to get to level 6 when the dim red light finally flickers out. He starts, lifts his head, holds the Game Boy out in front of him, and then gets upset.]
Drat!
[Phone - Early Evening]
So, uh... hey. Does anyone know if you can get double-A batteries in this place? Or, or even better, does someone have a charger for a Game Boy?
It, uh, might be easier to get the batteries, but... but I've gotta ask.
[Having heard in passing that people were getting stuff back in the mail, Picky was anxious to check his own mail to see what he'd be getting. Monday morning he volunteered to bring in the mail, and atop the usual bills and flyers was a box with "Picky Minch" written on it.
...the town didn't seem to care that he had been going by a different name. Huh.
But never mind that. A box! A box for him! He scooted back inside, set all of the mail down on the table by the front door, and hastily tore his package open.]
Hey! My Game Boy!
[And it was his, not just any dumb Game Boy plucked off a shelf. It had a scuff and dent on the bottom from when he dropped it, and it had the sticker over the battery cover that he had put there himself. And it was real, because when he flicked it on, the little red light lit up and the green-yellow screen powered on, and the "ding!" of a proper start-up sounded. Followed immediately by the first few strains of the Tetris title screen music.
...he shook the box out to see if any other games were included, but alas, none were. Still, Tetris was pretty good. And he really should play a little, to make sure that it worked properly... Someone's probably going to have to shoo him out the door to get him to go to school.]
[Action B - Mayfield Elementary School]
[Class has gotten dull, and Picky is no longer paying attention. He has his Game Boy on, volume turned down, tucked partway beneath his desk. He won't get caught, right? No one's paying attention, right?]
---
[Lunchtime isn't much different. Rather than concern himself with peanut butter sandwiches and classmates, he's off at a table by himself, not eating, determined to get past level 4. That's where he's been stuck at this past while. It just gets so fast...]
[Action C - The Park, Afternoon]
[You know what happens when you play with your Game Boy all day? The one that had the same batteries in it from the before, that you haven't replaced in a while? The batteries run out.
Picky is on a bench in the park, manipulating those Tetris blocks, just about to get to level 6 when the dim red light finally flickers out. He starts, lifts his head, holds the Game Boy out in front of him, and then gets upset.]
Drat!
[Phone - Early Evening]
So, uh... hey. Does anyone know if you can get double-A batteries in this place? Or, or even better, does someone have a charger for a Game Boy?
It, uh, might be easier to get the batteries, but... but I've gotta ask.
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[It had taken a lot of trouble to beg for it, and he had even saved his allowance and bought games for it, and he had managed to keep Pokey from stealing it long-term at any point... his.]
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Right here that thing is pretty much priceless anyway.
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...yeah, yeah, I've probably got the only one here! [He holds it close.]
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Shit could get ugly.
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[Not wanting, uh, things to get ugly, Picky packs his Game Boy away.
...guess this means he'll have to actually eat his lunch now. Quietly, not sure what else to say, he unwraps his peanut butter sandwich.]
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[ even if he is just making all this up.
but yeah eating does seem like a good idea. so he'll do the same. with a similar pb&j sandwich because drone moms don't seem very well versed in making anything else. ]