Norman Jayden (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
triptoprofiling) wrote2013-09-15 06:41 pm
triptoprofiling) wrote2013-09-15 06:41 pm
002 {ver. 2.0} → {action/audio} Goldenrod City
[action]
[What happens when you take a grown man with a shopping list to a department store? Well nothing as a matter of fact. Quite the dilemma if you tell Norman. You can't get anymore more mundane than searching for a pair of socks and other house-ly supplies on a Sunday. He could have gone a day or two without 'em that but he needs to be outside. Stretch his legs. Do something. Everything about him reads unusually casual: grey polo shirt and a pair of khakis. He's hardly ever worn shit like this.
Things feel as if they are going in an oh-so fast manner as he saunters down the walkway. His eyes catch on all of the different chotchkies on display inside each store. Not sure how he exactly he made it over to the front window with the TMs on display. One of which catches his eye:
TM 22: Solar Beam
Norman finds his hand already pressed up against the window.]
...That's just ridiculous. You're kidding, right?
[His Watchog who has been following this whole time intrusively sticks his small, furry head right in front of Norman's line of view.]
[audio]
--t can't always be like this, can it? I can't put my finger on it.
...Maybe. Maybe I miss it. Just can't stop thinking about it. This is what I was working for, right? No matter where you look there was always somethin'. Now? Now I don't know what I'm doing anymore.
[A small breath can be heard.]
Turn off the Gear, Alvin. I can see you.
[What happens when you take a grown man with a shopping list to a department store? Well nothing as a matter of fact. Quite the dilemma if you tell Norman. You can't get anymore more mundane than searching for a pair of socks and other house-ly supplies on a Sunday. He could have gone a day or two without 'em that but he needs to be outside. Stretch his legs. Do something. Everything about him reads unusually casual: grey polo shirt and a pair of khakis. He's hardly ever worn shit like this.
Things feel as if they are going in an oh-so fast manner as he saunters down the walkway. His eyes catch on all of the different chotchkies on display inside each store. Not sure how he exactly he made it over to the front window with the TMs on display. One of which catches his eye:
TM 22: Solar Beam
Norman finds his hand already pressed up against the window.]
...That's just ridiculous. You're kidding, right?
[His Watchog who has been following this whole time intrusively sticks his small, furry head right in front of Norman's line of view.]
[audio]
--t can't always be like this, can it? I can't put my finger on it.
...Maybe. Maybe I miss it. Just can't stop thinking about it. This is what I was working for, right? No matter where you look there was always somethin'. Now? Now I don't know what I'm doing anymore.
[A small breath can be heard.]
Turn off the Gear, Alvin. I can see you.
[audio]
[Like right now, he's going to snap back something bitter and sarcastic.]
Yeah. I used to think I'll wake up tomorrow and I'll be back in the real world every day. Now I keep forgetting.
Guess it's about time to face up to it and start making plans.
[At least, that was the plan.]
This place could use a competent police force.
[audio]
[No seriously Blake that came out of left field. When the fuck did you become non-violently proactive?]
You want to start a police force?
[audio]
[You don't have to sound that shocked.]
Doing something useful is part of what I miss about home. Some lady Mi Casa is already on board.
[It was actually her idea, but Jayden doesn't need to know that.]
[audio]
When was the last time ever felt busy? The last time he ever looked death straight in the face for the sake of someone else? Everything about this entire world felt passive; the only scratches Norman has ever received were the ones inflicted by small, fuzzy forest critters. There is nothing at stake here. But this is what he fights for. Why is he so discontent with tranquility?
Could it-- No. He can't think like that. More is at play here. This world...it's pretty big. At some point Norman had lost sight of the big picture. About time he does something fucking productive around here.]
My Kasha?
[Starting with pronouncing names correctly.]
You realize this is going to take a lot time and organization, right? You're asking for an entire police force here. It's going to take more than a week to set anything up.
[audio]
[It's a job that somebody has to do, that was always his philosophy. It makes him itch to think that here it's not getting done. If things look nice, that doesn't mean nothing nasty is going down; it means nobody's digging deep enough to find it.]
[no, no, you idiot, that's all wrong. Blake'll show you how it's done.] No, Mee-kassa.
[He makes a derisive tch.] Can you think of anything better to do?
The cops around here are a damn joke. Somebody has to step up.
[audio]
[GEEZ Blake-- Don't you listen?]
[On the other hand...It does leave Norman to seriously consider his options. Which (at the moment) are little to none.]
...If you-- If we are going to do this then it's got to be done right. No cutting corners.
[audio]
Wait. [His voice is wary. He's not sure how to take that.] What do you mean, we?