oo14. [Prose/Video]
It had been a long while since anyone had seen the tall blond Silent Hill survivor, and just as long since he had seen civilization. A choice he had taken upon himself no doubt due to the perpetual guilt that had befallen him a month back. That strange fog and what it had made him do. Despite that fact it wasn't his fault, he had somehow convinced himself otherwise. Though, worst of all, he had a warrant, albeit an expired one by now, though that didn't quail his conscience, nor change his plan of action.
James Sunderland had taken refuge in the wilderness. Though one couldn't exactly say it was true refuge. He was ill-prepared for trekking in the woods that long, so his hiding grounds had become a bit more stressful than he had previously imagined. But that was where he stayed. For four long grueling weeks. Without contact to anyone. His hair had gotten shaggy and his chin scruffy and even with the apparent need for civilization, he pressed on stubborn as a mule. Staying hidden, despite the fact he knew he wouldn't be pursued by the law.
Here it was approaching week five and he could no longer bum out in the woods. All he had done was defend himself against wild pokemon with his own and wander. He had originally planned to stop at Violet, but that plan had long since been tossed out the window, despite the fact his loving wife was waiting there. Instead he continued on, into the wilderness that was completely unknown to him. He hadn't come across any towns for a good long while, in fact he did come across some cave. One of which he traveled through, but not without trouble. On the other end, he had found a road and was following it.
A road that lead to a well, and then further a new town. There was the distinct feeling of relief that swelled within him as he saw the roof tops. Saw people. His guilt being pushed aside for his own well being. With tired legs, he made his way into the town, his expression wasn't doing it's job in reflecting his feelings. He looked worn and tired. There were dark circles under his eyes and his clothes had their own patches of grass, dirt and whatever else stained into them. James looked as if he had attempted to take on the forest in a wrestling match and lost, twice.
Once he had made his way into the Pokecenter, he took a seat. Resting his tired legs a moment before looking over his pokegear. It had been a whole month since he had used it. Anyone who cared about him probably would like to hear from him. He stared at the device, contemplating a moment before switching the video cam on and trying his best to compose himself.
---[Video]---
[James stares at the camera a moment, unsure what to say really.]
I... Hey. It's been a while since I've used this and sorry if I've made anyone worry...
[Mainly he is referring to his secret club members and wife. Though he cringes at the thought of Mary.]
[It wasn't like the last time they talked was on the best of terms.]
I-I don't exactly know where I am... [His voice is obviously hoarse, either from lack of water, or just general exhaustion.]
There's a lot of slowpokes though. Anyways. I guess I'm just sorry for going missing for so long. I hope everyone's been okay.
[There's an awkward pause and stare at the camera before he just turns the thing off.]
(ooc: Anyone in the Azalea town's Pokemon center feel free to interact with James. Sorry I've been gone so long guys :( real life making it hard to post and what not.)