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hurtitselfinconfusion) wrote2012-06-24 07:24 pm
hurtitselfinconfusion) wrote2012-06-24 07:24 pm
third shot // accidental video for route 30; action for cherrygrove
VIDEO; mid-morning, route 30
[When the video feed comes on, the first thing anyone will see (though slightly obscured by bug-sized footprints on the camera lense) is:
Watchers will also be greeted by the sound of a Pokemon crying. No, really, crying - the Caterpie is wailing miserably. Chris, unaware that her Gear has been activated, seems to be both trying to catch the Caterpie and comfort it.]
Stop crying! It won't help anything!
[Try is the key word, though. She reaches for it, and it darts away. Given something to compare Caterpie's size to (that is, Chris), it seems especially small, as if just a baby.]
Come on, now! Are you lost? Hey-! Somebody probably caught your parents! Or something...
[Caterpie pauses in the crying as Chris finally manages to catch it hand pick it up... then starts up again, loud as ever.]
Alright, alright! I'll take care of you! Just stop that crying!
ACTION; evening, cherrygrove.
[It's late evening, and the sun's starting to set. Chris is sulking on the beach of Cherrygrove, with Caterpie now dozing in her lap. Once she managed to get it a little calmer, she decided to head back to Cherrygrove to take it to the center and heal it up, just in case. Luckily, she was less than a day away from Cherrygrove, so she managed to get there before dark. Chris won't notice anybody's presence unless they bring attention to themselves (though MDM, her Absol, laying a few feet away from her, might - but he'll just lift his head and look at you), as she's deep in thought.]
[When the video feed comes on, the first thing anyone will see (though slightly obscured by bug-sized footprints on the camera lense) is:
Watchers will also be greeted by the sound of a Pokemon crying. No, really, crying - the Caterpie is wailing miserably. Chris, unaware that her Gear has been activated, seems to be both trying to catch the Caterpie and comfort it.]
Stop crying! It won't help anything!
[Try is the key word, though. She reaches for it, and it darts away. Given something to compare Caterpie's size to (that is, Chris), it seems especially small, as if just a baby.]
Come on, now! Are you lost? Hey-! Somebody probably caught your parents! Or something...
[Caterpie pauses in the crying as Chris finally manages to catch it hand pick it up... then starts up again, loud as ever.]
Alright, alright! I'll take care of you! Just stop that crying!
ACTION; evening, cherrygrove.
[It's late evening, and the sun's starting to set. Chris is sulking on the beach of Cherrygrove, with Caterpie now dozing in her lap. Once she managed to get it a little calmer, she decided to head back to Cherrygrove to take it to the center and heal it up, just in case. Luckily, she was less than a day away from Cherrygrove, so she managed to get there before dark. Chris won't notice anybody's presence unless they bring attention to themselves (though MDM, her Absol, laying a few feet away from her, might - but he'll just lift his head and look at you), as she's deep in thought.]
[action]
Nah. Acknowledge it.
Embrace what I like.
Punch out what I don't!
[Kanade grins almost conspiratorially. She's borrowing this philosophy heavily from a guy who taught her some martial arts once.]
Whatever, it keeps me sleepin' at night.
[action]
[Her fists clench. MDM looks up at her, concerned.]
You have to destroy everything wrong if you want any real results!
[action]
[She sounds like she honestly wants to know.]
[action]
What would you know! You could never possibly understand!
[And then she rushes off.
MDM reaches to gently pick up Caterpie and carry the baby, then lopes off after Chris.]
[action]
You're a good Trainer and a better person, Yukine Chris. Just a little mixed up sometimes.]
....you're gonna snap someday.
[That's a quiet muse to herself, more finishing an unspoken thought than an actual prophecy, before she folds a piece of grass in half and starts trying to make music with it.]