O N E ☼ video/action for route 29
--damn thing. FINALLY.
[If you are browsing the feed, you may catch a glimpse of the pissed-off face of a teenage boy. His narrowed burgundy eyes are all too close for comfort until he manages to figure out what's wrong. Shakily, he moves the camera away from his face enough to give the viewer a look at his shock of bright orange hair and his surroundings. It's obvious from the start that he isn't quite proficient at technology. In fact, he kind of sucks at it. It took him ten minutes to find the record button. Right now he's sitting on a rock near the beginning of Route 29, as he had gotten the hell out of New Bark Town as quick as he could.]
Who was that crazy lady? She's seriously delusional. [Definitely not his mother, like she claimed to be. His mother had been dead for a long time now, and it wasn't his fault.]
I want to know where the hell I am! [No, of course he didn't listen to his pseudo-mother: or at least, what she said hadn't gone through his head. And that trainer manual? Pff. Hasn't even been touched. He doesn't expect a response from this contraption, so he goes on with a mild attitude of defeat.]
Whatever, I guess I'm stuck here for now with this mutant cat. [He glances over only slightly to see his Meowth draped over his shoulder, purring contentedly with a little smirk on its mouth.] Tch. Figures. [It was just like him to get stuck with a cat pokémon in an entirely different world.]
[Despite the freezing cold (luckily he has a jacket on) and his confusion of not knowing where the hell he was, something else was seriously annoying him. He clenches his free hand into a fist and grits his teeth, bracing himself for an internal-to-external explosion.]
AND WHAT THE HELL IS WITH THIS STUPID ANNOYING MUSIC. It sucks!
Augh!
[Aside from all of these displeasing factors, there was another looming above him. He casts a nervous glance up at the heavy layer of clouds, dismayed. Of course he had to come here when it was about to rain. Where did the summer go? He should be at the beach right now, if everything had gone as planned. After a couple minutes, his shoulders droop in defeat.]
Well this just sucks.
[If you are browsing the feed, you may catch a glimpse of the pissed-off face of a teenage boy. His narrowed burgundy eyes are all too close for comfort until he manages to figure out what's wrong. Shakily, he moves the camera away from his face enough to give the viewer a look at his shock of bright orange hair and his surroundings. It's obvious from the start that he isn't quite proficient at technology. In fact, he kind of sucks at it. It took him ten minutes to find the record button. Right now he's sitting on a rock near the beginning of Route 29, as he had gotten the hell out of New Bark Town as quick as he could.]
Who was that crazy lady? She's seriously delusional. [Definitely not his mother, like she claimed to be. His mother had been dead for a long time now, and it wasn't his fault.]
I want to know where the hell I am! [No, of course he didn't listen to his pseudo-mother: or at least, what she said hadn't gone through his head. And that trainer manual? Pff. Hasn't even been touched. He doesn't expect a response from this contraption, so he goes on with a mild attitude of defeat.]
Whatever, I guess I'm stuck here for now with this mutant cat. [He glances over only slightly to see his Meowth draped over his shoulder, purring contentedly with a little smirk on its mouth.] Tch. Figures. [It was just like him to get stuck with a cat pokémon in an entirely different world.]
[Despite the freezing cold (luckily he has a jacket on) and his confusion of not knowing where the hell he was, something else was seriously annoying him. He clenches his free hand into a fist and grits his teeth, bracing himself for an internal-to-external explosion.]
AND WHAT THE HELL IS WITH THIS STUPID ANNOYING MUSIC. It sucks!
Augh!
[Aside from all of these displeasing factors, there was another looming above him. He casts a nervous glance up at the heavy layer of clouds, dismayed. Of course he had to come here when it was about to rain. Where did the summer go? He should be at the beach right now, if everything had gone as planned. After a couple minutes, his shoulders droop in defeat.]
Well this just sucks.