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nostabbing) wrote2013-04-13 06:29 pm
nostabbing) wrote2013-04-13 06:29 pm
Entry tags:
- all the thieves in the club say yeah,
- basically the worst rocket ever,
- bored bored bored bored bored,
- can't grift for shit,
- discovering her spirit pokemon,
- failing at social conformity forever,
- hitters gonna hit,
- must be thiefmas,
- nate the poochyena,
- noodle incidents everywhere,
- parker stop messing around,
- pokemon trainer or pokemon train her,
- shenanigans forever,
- there's something wrong with her,
- this seems totally legit,
- what is even happening right now,
- ▶ goldenrod city
003 | Goldenrod City | Video;
[Behold, Johto! A new video on your Gear network, consisting of...well, a small vertical sliver of visible light, and then two big hazy lumps on either side, bookending it with the blurry obstruction they create. Apparently someone hasn't quite grasped the concept of not putting your finger over the camera lens yet. And the way the feed is kind of wavering around probably only serves to reinforce the fact that it's a novice operating the thing at the moment.
Still, there is that visible sliver still, and after a few moments of drifting, it settles on the backs of two figures — one with blonde hair caught up in an inelegant ponytail, and the other in a fedora with two shaggy ears poking up from the ready-made slits in the brim. Any watchers in the know might recognize this pair as Parker and her Poochyena, side by side and apparently staked out behind what might just be the stone railing surrounding a low rooftop, watching something that as yet can't be seen by the camera.]
Okay. Here comes one.
[Her voice is an audible whisper, conspiratorial. And apparently directed toward the Poochyena at her side.]
Now we just have to get him to show us where the money comes from. [A few seconds pass; she peers intently over the edge.] ...Go.
[For about fifteen seconds, nothing happens. Then, suddenly, there is an audible THWACK, followed by some enraged cat screeching, followed in turn by some crashing and clattering, a bit of breaking glass, and finally, a set of rapidly scampering footsteps beating against the ground.
In reaction to the abrupt cacophony, the video jumps around a bit, as though even the cameraman's been startled; when the angle finally comes back around to Parker, the Poochyena now appears to be deadeyeing her expectantly.]
...What? [She protests with whispered indignation.] What am I supposed to do? I don't know how to grift a cat!
[The Poochyena continues to eye her, unfazed. She makes a face right back, but it ends up being a war of attrition that she ultimately loses, and the face shifts into a vaguely sullen pout.]
I still think my way's faster.
[The Poochyena never flinches, cocking his head in an eerily humanlike gesture.]
...Okay! Fine. [She sighs.] You know, you should just be in charge all the time anyway, you're the — hey! Gummy, don't play with that!
[UH-OH. SPOTTED. And abruptly, the video goes black.]
Still, there is that visible sliver still, and after a few moments of drifting, it settles on the backs of two figures — one with blonde hair caught up in an inelegant ponytail, and the other in a fedora with two shaggy ears poking up from the ready-made slits in the brim. Any watchers in the know might recognize this pair as Parker and her Poochyena, side by side and apparently staked out behind what might just be the stone railing surrounding a low rooftop, watching something that as yet can't be seen by the camera.]
Okay. Here comes one.
[Her voice is an audible whisper, conspiratorial. And apparently directed toward the Poochyena at her side.]
Now we just have to get him to show us where the money comes from. [A few seconds pass; she peers intently over the edge.] ...Go.
[For about fifteen seconds, nothing happens. Then, suddenly, there is an audible THWACK, followed by some enraged cat screeching, followed in turn by some crashing and clattering, a bit of breaking glass, and finally, a set of rapidly scampering footsteps beating against the ground.
In reaction to the abrupt cacophony, the video jumps around a bit, as though even the cameraman's been startled; when the angle finally comes back around to Parker, the Poochyena now appears to be deadeyeing her expectantly.]
...What? [She protests with whispered indignation.] What am I supposed to do? I don't know how to grift a cat!
[The Poochyena continues to eye her, unfazed. She makes a face right back, but it ends up being a war of attrition that she ultimately loses, and the face shifts into a vaguely sullen pout.]
I still think my way's faster.
[The Poochyena never flinches, cocking his head in an eerily humanlike gesture.]
...Okay! Fine. [She sighs.] You know, you should just be in charge all the time anyway, you're the — hey! Gummy, don't play with that!
[UH-OH. SPOTTED. And abruptly, the video goes black.]
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