[The feed opens on a rather lumpy-looking snow dinosaur dressed in a scarf and...what might actually be Harry's shoes poking out from the edge of the sculpture. The person holding the camera backs up so that the abomination is center-frame. Puffs of smoke from Henry's cigarette can be seen. It is stationed at the edge of a street near the hotel.]I ( Read more... )

[This is not the first time Henry has broadcast from the branches of a tree. This is, however, the first time he seems genuinely happy to be in one. There's something different about the normally reclusive photographer. He's got a head full of brilliant orange hair courtesy of the Halloween section in one of the little marts in town. The spray has ( Read more... )

[[OOC: OH GOD THIS IS HIS FIRST VIDEO POST SINCE THE MIX'N MATCH. I AM SO SORRY, superrising I SUCK dsldfkdff]]

[Wherever Henry is, it's dark. The first thing the 'gear's camera sees is the dim light pouring out of the Ecruteak PokeMart's windows. Henry is sitting on the little walk right outside it and sorting through a bag of odds and ends like potions ( Read more... )

[This particular entry opens with a blurry view of the Poke'Mart's logo printed on a paper sack. Henry's got his 'gear in his shirt pocket and his arms full of groceries. It's not long before a faint female voice is heard off-camera.]

Okay, I'll look.

[A door closes and -- LIGHT. And a hotel room! The sacks are placed on the floor and Henry quickly ( Read more... )

[It's been a while since the shy photographer posted a video! Henry is angling the 'gear's camera at himself and actually trying to stay in the frame for once. Behind him is the hotel room he's been staying in with Harry and Heather. He's pretty beat up-- busted lip, scraped knuckles, a few cuts on his cheek and brow. Surprisingly, Henry looks ( Read more... )

[IT'S A BLACK HOLE OH HOLY GOD oh wait no it's just Henry's nostril.  The camrea finally pulls away to show rainy pokemon center windows....upside down.]

Gah-- get off--  whupps!

[The gear goes clattering to the floor and lands at...an unintentionally artsy angle, pointing up at the standing Henry and a fuzzy thing wound around his arm.

He stares down ( Read more... )

[Well well well! It's this unshaven face again! This time he's not in a tree. Or under a table. Or in a ditch. He's inside a building like a NORMAL HUMAN BEING and making a face that could almost be a smile.]

I have a job.

[Henry angles the 'gear so that it can see both him and his push broom. He's been given what he looks at as a 'bathrobe' to wear ( Read more... )

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[It's evening and the world is sun is sinking. Somewhere along Route 30, there is a rattled looking youth crouching in a ditch. He's got a frybasket in one hand and a poke'gear in the other. What's got him so interested is the culvert passing under the path.  It's big, rusty, and full of standing water. And round. It looks like a hole. ( Read more... )

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All Henry Townshend had wanted was a nice quiet day at work in the open air food court where he could  mumble  "Can I help you?" and "Have a nice day." like a robot and not get into any trouble. He had become more mobile once he learned how to put the useless Clam back into its poke'ball. Unfortunately, as he arrived at his stall wearing ( Read more... )

[The feed abruptly opens to PANTS. Who doesn't love pants? Wait, is that....yes, that's somebody's crotch. That's nice. The camera jostles and suddenly changes its view to a FACE in REVERSE MYSPACE ANGLE! Whoever's holding the poke'gear has accidentally turned it on with all his nervous fumbling. Who the hell is this?]

A book store...In college. It ( Read more... )