Norman Jayden (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
triptoprofiling) wrote2012-12-18 07:13 pm
triptoprofiling) wrote2012-12-18 07:13 pm
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[...Lovely weather, huh? Is it usually nice like this? Today it's newcomer video #239329 taking place inside a house in New Bark Town. The sun is beaming through the kitchen window that is coated with a small layer of frost. The odd thing about this shot is that it is very close to the ground as if a small animal is doing all of the recording. A small pitter-patter can be heard and the camera closes on two different pair of legs standing up.]
...Ma'am, I'm not asking for anything else. No food. No clothes. Nothing. All I want is a little bit of information.
[He takes a breath as he folds his arms.]
Let's make a deal: If I drink half of this juice, will you help me out?
[You can hear a barely audible 'Sure thing, sweetie!' in the background. Hopefully his judgement in character isn't completely off. He takes the glass and little-by-little drinks a good portion of the beverage down.
It's clear that Jayden is about to bombard this woman with more questions as soon as he sets the glass down but doesn't give him the time of day as she leaves the kitchen. The look on his face reads curious. He walks over to the opening between the kitchen and the hallway, craning his neck to get a better look.
When she returns, she is holding a pile of clothes in her arms. Instead of 'information' she instead offers Jayden another set of woolen hats, scarves and tacky Pokemon sweaters.]
Shoving all that wool at my face isn't helping the problem. Now I already pulled my end of the deal. It's your turn.
[Typical babble you would hear from your not!mama. Nothing but rambling about 'Today's your big day! It's your first day as a Pokemon Trainer! Oooh I am so proud!' Even going as far as give Norman a nice, big pinch on the cheek.
Nope.
Not helpful at all.
And just like that, Norman starts to make his way out. Whoever is recording all of this is following right behind him right at the level of his calves. But the small critter and Norman soon stop at the door the door when the woman walks over.
'Don't forget your stuff!']
Thanks.
[Grabbing his newly obtained backpack, he and the tiny cameraman take their leave. 'Have a safe journey!' she says before the door closes behind them.]
...I don't know what to believe anymore. [He paces forwards slowly down the wooden steps.] If I told anyone from the bureau about this, they would have me in a mental institution no questions asked.
[The camera zooms in a little closer on Norman's leg before it suddenly falls to the ground. He looks down at the camera. He kneels to pick it up to look at a much higher level to show a Patrat skittering about by the grass.]
I think I'm already starting to lose it.
[Well, no need to have this on any more. With no idea where this feed is being 'sent' to, he hits the button anyway to end it.]
...Ma'am, I'm not asking for anything else. No food. No clothes. Nothing. All I want is a little bit of information.
[He takes a breath as he folds his arms.]
Let's make a deal: If I drink half of this juice, will you help me out?
[You can hear a barely audible 'Sure thing, sweetie!' in the background. Hopefully his judgement in character isn't completely off. He takes the glass and little-by-little drinks a good portion of the beverage down.
It's clear that Jayden is about to bombard this woman with more questions as soon as he sets the glass down but doesn't give him the time of day as she leaves the kitchen. The look on his face reads curious. He walks over to the opening between the kitchen and the hallway, craning his neck to get a better look.
When she returns, she is holding a pile of clothes in her arms. Instead of 'information' she instead offers Jayden another set of woolen hats, scarves and tacky Pokemon sweaters.]
Shoving all that wool at my face isn't helping the problem. Now I already pulled my end of the deal. It's your turn.
[Typical babble you would hear from your not!mama. Nothing but rambling about 'Today's your big day! It's your first day as a Pokemon Trainer! Oooh I am so proud!' Even going as far as give Norman a nice, big pinch on the cheek.
Nope.
Not helpful at all.
And just like that, Norman starts to make his way out. Whoever is recording all of this is following right behind him right at the level of his calves. But the small critter and Norman soon stop at the door the door when the woman walks over.
'Don't forget your stuff!']
Thanks.
[Grabbing his newly obtained backpack, he and the tiny cameraman take their leave. 'Have a safe journey!' she says before the door closes behind them.]
...I don't know what to believe anymore. [He paces forwards slowly down the wooden steps.] If I told anyone from the bureau about this, they would have me in a mental institution no questions asked.
[The camera zooms in a little closer on Norman's leg before it suddenly falls to the ground. He looks down at the camera. He kneels to pick it up to look at a much higher level to show a Patrat skittering about by the grass.]
I think I'm already starting to lose it.
[Well, no need to have this on any more. With no idea where this feed is being 'sent' to, he hits the button anyway to end it.]