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nostabbing) wrote2014-01-07 04:21 pm
nostabbing) wrote2014-01-07 04:21 pm
Entry tags:
- alice can has friends plzkthx,
- all the thieves in the club say yeah,
- approach with caution,
- basically the worst rocket ever,
- everything is shit,
- failing at social conformity forever,
- flee for your lives,
- help is this character development,
- nate the poochyena,
- nice job breaking it lawful good,
- no stabbing parker,
- noodle incidents everywhere,
- parker what the hell even,
- pokemon trainer or pokemon train her,
- sophie the vulpix,
- there's something wrong with her,
- this seems totally legit,
- what is even happening right now,
- who let her have that thing,
- ▶ goldenrod city
011 | Goldenrod City | Video / Action;
[It's a legitimately beautiful day in the neighborhood when the video comes on — the skies are partly cloudy but there are streaks of sun in places, and there's no snow on the ground. Rather, a bunch of probably incredibly confused plants have evidently decided that spring has arrived egregiously early this year, and are already starting to bud; the grass around is turning greener with every passing day, and ordinarily Parker would probably approve of that because green is objectively the best color, but today, she's...
Well.
From the looks of things, she's sitting against a tree in black jeans, a T-shirt, and a flannel hoodie over; her hair is long and a veritable mess, because she hasn't bothered to tie it back and she certainly hasn't bothered to brush it lately. And she's not really looking at the camera, despite being the one who intentionally turned it on. There's an equally tired-looking Eevee (one that, strangely, seems to be wearing a little white uniform with red trim) snuggled against her chest, and flanking her on either side are Nate the Mightyena (still in his dapper fedora) and Sophie the Ninetales (still in her diamond necklace collar), snug against her sides as though they're standing guard.
The camera angle is haphazard and sideways — not quite a Myspace angle, but clearly chosen without a whole lot of care for how the picture ultimately comes out.
Probably because it's a good reflection of Parker's mood right now.]
It's sixty-five degrees outside. In January.
[When she speaks, her voice is dull and flat — almost robotic, in the way she's just sort of pushing the words out.]
In January.
[A pause.]
Is the world ending? Maybe the world's ending.
[There's another pause, and this time when she speaks it's under her breath, more to herself than to the camera.]
Yeah. Maybe that's it.
[For a brief time, she doesn't say anything more, and then just when it's starting to look like she's forgotten she's still recording, the camera jiggles as her hand moves, and almost as an afterthought she switches the feed off.]
Well.
From the looks of things, she's sitting against a tree in black jeans, a T-shirt, and a flannel hoodie over; her hair is long and a veritable mess, because she hasn't bothered to tie it back and she certainly hasn't bothered to brush it lately. And she's not really looking at the camera, despite being the one who intentionally turned it on. There's an equally tired-looking Eevee (one that, strangely, seems to be wearing a little white uniform with red trim) snuggled against her chest, and flanking her on either side are Nate the Mightyena (still in his dapper fedora) and Sophie the Ninetales (still in her diamond necklace collar), snug against her sides as though they're standing guard.
The camera angle is haphazard and sideways — not quite a Myspace angle, but clearly chosen without a whole lot of care for how the picture ultimately comes out.
Probably because it's a good reflection of Parker's mood right now.]
It's sixty-five degrees outside. In January.
[When she speaks, her voice is dull and flat — almost robotic, in the way she's just sort of pushing the words out.]
In January.
[A pause.]
Is the world ending? Maybe the world's ending.
[There's another pause, and this time when she speaks it's under her breath, more to herself than to the camera.]
Yeah. Maybe that's it.
[For a brief time, she doesn't say anything more, and then just when it's starting to look like she's forgotten she's still recording, the camera jiggles as her hand moves, and almost as an afterthought she switches the feed off.]
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