...Are you sure I don't look silly?
Are you kidding me? You look badass. C'mon, hurry up and turn the thing on.
Wait! What if... what if someone laughs at me? [Like a girl. Or worse, a cute girl.]
Then you tell 'em to go fuck themselves.
Okay... Okay, I'm ready, are you ready?
Yeah. Let's do this.
[The camera clicks on to the two boys. Shaun's trying to look confident (and only partly succeeding) sitting next to Yusuke, showing off his brown hair that's slicked back and poofed up into a perfect imitation of Yusuke's own trademark pompadour. He gives a cheeky grin and a wave.]
Hi!
[Yusuke grins and gives Shaun a hearty clap on the shoulder.]
Check 'im out, guys! He cleans up pretty well, doesn't he?
[Shaun's grin disappears with a squeak and he elbows Yusuke in the side.]
Yusuke!
[Yusuke grunts and spreads his hands.]
Hey, I'm just sayin', y'look good now that I fixed your hair. Maybe now people won't mistake your big-ass head for a mop.
[He emphasizes this with a light push to the side of Shaun's head.]
Yeah and then you're gonna mess it all up.
[Shaun touches the side of his head carefully, seeing if it's messed up after the indeterminate amount of time they'd spent with Yusuke fussing over it and combing it back.]
And my head's not big! Your head's big.
Oooh, nice comeback.
[Yusuke folds his arms and lifts his chin, looking smug.]
Anyway, you don't gotta worry about anything messin' up your hair. I greased it up so good, you could roll down a hill and not dent it.
[He shoots Shaun a sly sideways look.]
You wanna try?
[Shaun grins again.]
Wanna have a race to see who can mess theirs up the fastest?
[Yusuke smirks.]
Sure, but you better not cry when you lose.
Bring it, Yusuke!
[And then Shaun remembers that they're on camera still.]
...So, uh... I don't know what else to say. I guess, bye?
Yeah. Later.
[Yusuke reaches out to switch the 'Gear off. Then he pauses.]
... oh wait. One more thing––
[He glances at Shaun, then leans in conspiratorially towards the camera. He doesn't even try to keep his voice down.]
If any girls out there want Shaun to take 'em out on a date now that he knows what to do with his hair, speak up. He'll show you a great time.
[The grin on his face can only be described as "shit-eating".]
Yusuke!! [Except Shaun's embarrassed little boy voice cracks even more embarrassingly on the last syllable, making a dive for the Pokegear as Yusuke cackles and clicks the camera off.]
((If you want one or the other in particular, say so in the header! Otherwise, either Yusuke or Shaun will respond (probably Shaun, since it's his 'Gear).))
Are you kidding me? You look badass. C'mon, hurry up and turn the thing on.
Wait! What if... what if someone laughs at me? [Like a girl. Or worse, a cute girl.]
Then you tell 'em to go fuck themselves.
Okay... Okay, I'm ready, are you ready?
Yeah. Let's do this.
[The camera clicks on to the two boys. Shaun's trying to look confident (and only partly succeeding) sitting next to Yusuke, showing off his brown hair that's slicked back and poofed up into a perfect imitation of Yusuke's own trademark pompadour. He gives a cheeky grin and a wave.]
Hi!
[Yusuke grins and gives Shaun a hearty clap on the shoulder.]
Check 'im out, guys! He cleans up pretty well, doesn't he?
[Shaun's grin disappears with a squeak and he elbows Yusuke in the side.]
Yusuke!
[Yusuke grunts and spreads his hands.]
Hey, I'm just sayin', y'look good now that I fixed your hair. Maybe now people won't mistake your big-ass head for a mop.
[He emphasizes this with a light push to the side of Shaun's head.]
Yeah and then you're gonna mess it all up.
[Shaun touches the side of his head carefully, seeing if it's messed up after the indeterminate amount of time they'd spent with Yusuke fussing over it and combing it back.]
And my head's not big! Your head's big.
Oooh, nice comeback.
[Yusuke folds his arms and lifts his chin, looking smug.]
Anyway, you don't gotta worry about anything messin' up your hair. I greased it up so good, you could roll down a hill and not dent it.
[He shoots Shaun a sly sideways look.]
You wanna try?
[Shaun grins again.]
Wanna have a race to see who can mess theirs up the fastest?
[Yusuke smirks.]
Sure, but you better not cry when you lose.
Bring it, Yusuke!
[And then Shaun remembers that they're on camera still.]
...So, uh... I don't know what else to say. I guess, bye?
Yeah. Later.
[Yusuke reaches out to switch the 'Gear off. Then he pauses.]
... oh wait. One more thing––
[He glances at Shaun, then leans in conspiratorially towards the camera. He doesn't even try to keep his voice down.]
If any girls out there want Shaun to take 'em out on a date now that he knows what to do with his hair, speak up. He'll show you a great time.
[The grin on his face can only be described as "shit-eating".]
Yusuke!! [Except Shaun's embarrassed little boy voice cracks even more embarrassingly on the last syllable, making a dive for the Pokegear as Yusuke cackles and clicks the camera off.]
((If you want one or the other in particular, say so in the header! Otherwise, either Yusuke or Shaun will respond (probably Shaun, since it's his 'Gear).))
(Joint post) Video/Action for Violet City
May. 20th, 2013 10:15 pmCome on, Norman! Think! It’s not just about you, it’s about working with your team!
[Shaun isn’t visible on the feed, but his voice is coming in clearly from the microphone next to it. Whoever’s holding the camera is sitting on Shaun’s shoulder, which makes it a pretty good bet that it’s Calvin the Pikachu. The rest of his team is running ahead setting up obstacles for the grown man and his dysfunctional team of six.
The camera turns to show Shaun with the bill of his trainer’s cap turned around to the back of his head and his hands cupped to his mouth as he jogs alongside the track through the streets.]
[Do not adjust your screens, audience. The man you see in front indeed has no idea what the hell he is doing right now. Taming pets? Sure. Taming pets in an obstacle course that very damn well duplicates his physical exam at Quantico? Now you’re pushing it.
Norman has some distance on Shaun along with his rag-tag team of six boppin’ aimlessly around besides him. Alvin the cautious Watchog stands right besides Norman with his little arms folded showing the same expression his master has: lost.]
I’m not so sure about this. I think this might be a little much for them…
[You cannot see Shaun’s face but he is rolling his eyes.]
Let them be the judge of that. My team could do it, and levels don’t matter outside of actual battles and stuff. Your team wants to be a team, not your pets. You’re the trainer but you’ve got to work with them, too.
…
[Another reason why the whole trainer gig was not for Norman. He scratches the back of his head and looks down at his oversized wannabe traffic officer of a meerkat and kung-fu fighting chicken.]
Come on, you heard him. Let’s try to work together on this one. Try running across those obstacles.
[Everyone from Norman’s team makes haste to hop, skip and jump the obstacle course in front of them with the exception of the Houndour laying on the ground with a Pachirisu pulling him by the ear.]
You too, Taco…
[Nope. No response. Still gives no fucks in the world.]
Just a few yards, Taco. You can do this.
[Nope.]
Norman, you’ve gotta be able to go through it too.
[Like see that big pile of branches and thorns and stuff? Burn it so you can go through. Duh. Problem solving, Mister Eff-Bee-Aye! Play along with him or he’ll make you do it again. This is team building, not agility training.]
You gotta show him you’re the trainer! If he doesn’t listen to you now, he might not listen to you in battle either.
[Richie, who’s circled back around loyally to her trainer’s side, gives a warning growl to the fellow dark-type. Susie comes running over to see what the problem is, and when she sees the reticent Houndour she perches her paws on what passes for furry hips and takes a deep breath, shooting a water gun right at the fire-type’s tail. She’ll get him moving one way or another.]
[Okay, okay. He’s up. Taco is up. Look at the little fellow pad away with Simon riding on top of him; he is such a speed star.
…not.
But if Shaun says so…guess he’s got no choice in the matter. He decidedly jogs alongside the two until they reach the pile’o’pain.]
Burn it—
[El Caliente creates a large, fiery inferno out of the branch pile. Say no more, Senor Norman.
Norman looks over at Shaun and the camera.]
…I don’t think this is safe anymore.
...Uh... Yeah. Susie, go!
[On it, boss! This is how teamwork is supposed to go. Watch and learn, A-Team! Shaun’s loyal starter bounds over to the inferno and immediately starts working to quell it with the strongest water gun she has. Richie goes over to help by kicking sand and dirt on it as well.]
[[OOC: Action threads will automatically go in the order Tagger -> Norman -> Shaun. Video threads will be decided between me and Switch unless you specify Norman or Shaun in the header.]]
[Shaun isn’t visible on the feed, but his voice is coming in clearly from the microphone next to it. Whoever’s holding the camera is sitting on Shaun’s shoulder, which makes it a pretty good bet that it’s Calvin the Pikachu. The rest of his team is running ahead setting up obstacles for the grown man and his dysfunctional team of six.
The camera turns to show Shaun with the bill of his trainer’s cap turned around to the back of his head and his hands cupped to his mouth as he jogs alongside the track through the streets.]
[Do not adjust your screens, audience. The man you see in front indeed has no idea what the hell he is doing right now. Taming pets? Sure. Taming pets in an obstacle course that very damn well duplicates his physical exam at Quantico? Now you’re pushing it.
Norman has some distance on Shaun along with his rag-tag team of six boppin’ aimlessly around besides him. Alvin the cautious Watchog stands right besides Norman with his little arms folded showing the same expression his master has: lost.]
I’m not so sure about this. I think this might be a little much for them…
[You cannot see Shaun’s face but he is rolling his eyes.]
Let them be the judge of that. My team could do it, and levels don’t matter outside of actual battles and stuff. Your team wants to be a team, not your pets. You’re the trainer but you’ve got to work with them, too.
…
[Another reason why the whole trainer gig was not for Norman. He scratches the back of his head and looks down at his oversized wannabe traffic officer of a meerkat and kung-fu fighting chicken.]
Come on, you heard him. Let’s try to work together on this one. Try running across those obstacles.
[Everyone from Norman’s team makes haste to hop, skip and jump the obstacle course in front of them with the exception of the Houndour laying on the ground with a Pachirisu pulling him by the ear.]
You too, Taco…
[Nope. No response. Still gives no fucks in the world.]
Just a few yards, Taco. You can do this.
[Nope.]
Norman, you’ve gotta be able to go through it too.
[Like see that big pile of branches and thorns and stuff? Burn it so you can go through. Duh. Problem solving, Mister Eff-Bee-Aye! Play along with him or he’ll make you do it again. This is team building, not agility training.]
You gotta show him you’re the trainer! If he doesn’t listen to you now, he might not listen to you in battle either.
[Richie, who’s circled back around loyally to her trainer’s side, gives a warning growl to the fellow dark-type. Susie comes running over to see what the problem is, and when she sees the reticent Houndour she perches her paws on what passes for furry hips and takes a deep breath, shooting a water gun right at the fire-type’s tail. She’ll get him moving one way or another.]
[Okay, okay. He’s up. Taco is up. Look at the little fellow pad away with Simon riding on top of him; he is such a speed star.
…not.
But if Shaun says so…guess he’s got no choice in the matter. He decidedly jogs alongside the two until they reach the pile’o’pain.]
Burn it—
[El Caliente creates a large, fiery inferno out of the branch pile. Say no more, Senor Norman.
Norman looks over at Shaun and the camera.]
…I don’t think this is safe anymore.
...Uh... Yeah. Susie, go!
[On it, boss! This is how teamwork is supposed to go. Watch and learn, A-Team! Shaun’s loyal starter bounds over to the inferno and immediately starts working to quell it with the strongest water gun she has. Richie goes over to help by kicking sand and dirt on it as well.]
[[OOC: Action threads will automatically go in the order Tagger -> Norman -> Shaun. Video threads will be decided between me and Switch unless you specify Norman or Shaun in the header.]]
Video/Action for Violet City
Apr. 26th, 2013 11:13 pm[Shaun looks pale and trembling, and his eyes are wide and scared. He looks - and sounds, when he finally speaks - like he's been crying. All he can manage are four short words, before his voice cracks and it's all he can do not to break down.]
Norman won't wake up.
Norman won't wake up.
Video/Action for Violet City
Mar. 1st, 2013 09:39 pm[It's the middle of the afternoon, and Shaun has something very important to share.]
Guess what! Guess what!
[The camera pans over to a rather proud-looking Floatzel and a Mightyena who's sitting loyally and staring at the Pokegear (really, at the boy holding it) with a curious head tilt, her tail wagging against the ground.]
Susie and Richie evolved! Look how big they are! Isn't that awesome?
[Forgive him, he's still at the self-centered age where he's relatively positive that almost everyone cares about his accomplishments. Or his pokemon's accomplishments, as it were. Also, Mightyena are rumored to only obey experienced trainers, so this kid must be no pushover to have her panting happily and butting her head against his hand when he reaches out from behind the Pokegear to scratch her behind the ear.]
Guess what! Guess what!
[The camera pans over to a rather proud-looking Floatzel and a Mightyena who's sitting loyally and staring at the Pokegear (really, at the boy holding it) with a curious head tilt, her tail wagging against the ground.]
Susie and Richie evolved! Look how big they are! Isn't that awesome?
[Forgive him, he's still at the self-centered age where he's relatively positive that almost everyone cares about his accomplishments. Or his pokemon's accomplishments, as it were. Also, Mightyena are rumored to only obey experienced trainers, so this kid must be no pushover to have her panting happily and butting her head against his hand when he reaches out from behind the Pokegear to scratch her behind the ear.]
[It's not Shaun that the camera catches first, but his newest pokemon - a little Pichu peering curiously into the camera.]
Move, Calvin--
[He only sounds slightly exasperated, to his credit, as he picks it up under its arms and pulls it in close.]
Uh, I need some advice.
Calvin doesn't know how to control the electricity in his cheeks yet, and he keeps zapping me and my other Pokemon. Richie and Blaze can handle it, but Susie's a water type and I'm worried he's going to hurt her real bad. It seems mean to keep him in his ball, though, just because he's too little to control his electricity... What should I do?
Move, Calvin--
[He only sounds slightly exasperated, to his credit, as he picks it up under its arms and pulls it in close.]
Uh, I need some advice.
Calvin doesn't know how to control the electricity in his cheeks yet, and he keeps zapping me and my other Pokemon. Richie and Blaze can handle it, but Susie's a water type and I'm worried he's going to hurt her real bad. It seems mean to keep him in his ball, though, just because he's too little to control his electricity... What should I do?
[The screen flickers on to show a boy who looks like he’s a little bit in a fog. Behind him, a Buizel bounces around happily through the snowdrifts, nearly disappearing only to poke her head up every now and then, her whiskers and fur caked with snow.]
Hello? Is anyone out there? My name is Shaun Mars. There was this lady who called herself my mom, and she gave me a backpack full of food and clothes and stuff, and I sorta...just wanted to know if that had happened to anyone else. And also, if the food was...safe to eat. It’s like rice, and I think there’s fish and vegetables and stuff too, or something.
I think I might've gotten someone else's Pokegear thing. It says it's my birthday today, but my birthday was two days ago.
Hello? Is anyone out there? My name is Shaun Mars. There was this lady who called herself my mom, and she gave me a backpack full of food and clothes and stuff, and I sorta...just wanted to know if that had happened to anyone else. And also, if the food was...safe to eat. It’s like rice, and I think there’s fish and vegetables and stuff too, or something.
I think I might've gotten someone else's Pokegear thing. It says it's my birthday today, but my birthday was two days ago.