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leftinbasketforfbi) wrote2012-10-25 03:30 pm
leftinbasketforfbi) wrote2012-10-25 03:30 pm
5th ⥌ Video/Action for Violet City ⥍
[For those who know him, it should be pretty damn clear that Reid is not as he should be right now.
He's dressed in jeans, a cigarette nearly burned to the filter is held between his lips, studs are in his ears (when he definitely didn't have them pierced before), and his entire body is in a very hostile stance, his arms crossed over his chest and his chin tilted up defiantly. In honesty, it'd be pretty easy to mistake him for a teenager. A very angsty, rebel-without-a-cause teenager.
But worse than all that, his eyes are bloodshot, his pupils unnaturally dilated, and his arms occasionally shaking with tremors. He's high as a kite.
His Misdreavus and Munna are both flying around his head screeching as he turns on the 'Gear. They're outside in the fog, ghost Pokemon flitting in the mist.
Before he even acknowledges the 'Gear, he carefully takes the cigarette out of his mouth, blowing out a plume of smoke before dropping it to the ground, and then he lashes out at the Pokemon around him. He gives one solid swing of his fist, sending a squealing Munna flying out of view, and the Misdreavus screeches again before flying after her.] Will you just shut up?!
[Reid looks at the 'Gear again, scowling, and every muscle in his body tenses, like he's getting ready for a fistfight.] Okay, Mark, I know you're listening because you could never keep your goddamn nose out of my business, so I'm telling you right now--I'm going to get a bat, hunt you down, and bust your fucking kneecaps. Whip out your stupid Pokemon all you like--I'll just whip out mine.
[He takes out a pack of cigarettes--already half empty--from his pocket and pulls one out, lighting up with trembling hands and then taking a drag. He lets out a horrible cough, his lungs struggling to go from being smoke-free to chain-smoking.] And I don't know what you did to take my body mods, but I'm telling you right now, you're going to fucking feel that.
[Yang the Absol lopes through the fog, crouching by Reid and biting his pant leg, trying to tug him desperately, but Reid just kicks him away without even looking, which is quickly followed by a wince and a growl, his hand instinctively going to his knee.] And whoever else is watching this, I need Repel and painkillers. These fucking Pokemon won't stop bugging me, and someone seriously screwed up my leg.
[Guess who's been possessed by a Yamask?]
He's dressed in jeans, a cigarette nearly burned to the filter is held between his lips, studs are in his ears (when he definitely didn't have them pierced before), and his entire body is in a very hostile stance, his arms crossed over his chest and his chin tilted up defiantly. In honesty, it'd be pretty easy to mistake him for a teenager. A very angsty, rebel-without-a-cause teenager.
But worse than all that, his eyes are bloodshot, his pupils unnaturally dilated, and his arms occasionally shaking with tremors. He's high as a kite.
His Misdreavus and Munna are both flying around his head screeching as he turns on the 'Gear. They're outside in the fog, ghost Pokemon flitting in the mist.
Before he even acknowledges the 'Gear, he carefully takes the cigarette out of his mouth, blowing out a plume of smoke before dropping it to the ground, and then he lashes out at the Pokemon around him. He gives one solid swing of his fist, sending a squealing Munna flying out of view, and the Misdreavus screeches again before flying after her.] Will you just shut up?!
[Reid looks at the 'Gear again, scowling, and every muscle in his body tenses, like he's getting ready for a fistfight.] Okay, Mark, I know you're listening because you could never keep your goddamn nose out of my business, so I'm telling you right now--I'm going to get a bat, hunt you down, and bust your fucking kneecaps. Whip out your stupid Pokemon all you like--I'll just whip out mine.
[He takes out a pack of cigarettes--already half empty--from his pocket and pulls one out, lighting up with trembling hands and then taking a drag. He lets out a horrible cough, his lungs struggling to go from being smoke-free to chain-smoking.] And I don't know what you did to take my body mods, but I'm telling you right now, you're going to fucking feel that.
[Yang the Absol lopes through the fog, crouching by Reid and biting his pant leg, trying to tug him desperately, but Reid just kicks him away without even looking, which is quickly followed by a wince and a growl, his hand instinctively going to his knee.] And whoever else is watching this, I need Repel and painkillers. These fucking Pokemon won't stop bugging me, and someone seriously screwed up my leg.
[Guess who's been possessed by a Yamask?]
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Speaking of, not!Reid takes a long drag of her cigarette as she thinks.] I was coming back from school when some friends said they found something cool in the woods. I followed them in, but I got lost. And now I'm here.
[She probably just got a blackout from whatever substance she was using to rebel that week. Being stoned really helps her not be anxious about the fact she has no idea where she is or how she got here.] Now I just feel like there's so much shit to do in so little time.
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[And hopefully hospitalize Reid or something until someone can get down there and take a look at him. If only the FBI agents had a flying Pokemon of some sort.]
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She narrows her eyes warily, glancing to the side.] I don't want to go there.
[She doesn't know why, but she knows she doesn't want to go there. What she's unknowingly responding to is the fact that deep in her brain, she still remembers dying in one.]
I'd rather just get to the mart. If you don't know where it is, I'll ask someone around here. [She absently touches her shoulder.] And I need to find a tattoo parlor. Mark took mine away and I need to put them back.
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[He doesn't know for sure, but he's going to do his best to discourage that idea.]
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[Reid appreciates the sentiment, Gordon. ;.; ]
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[He's a little uncomfortable about lying to Reid, or someone who looks exactly like him, but it's really for the best here.]
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[Somehow, Reid will probably be able to forgive lying in this circumstance.]
If you know Violet, then where's the mart? [She furrows her brow, experimentally bending her leg.] I don't get why my leg feels weird, but it does.
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And once again, I would suggest seeking medical attention for your leg. If you were lost in the woods and blacked out, it could be a number of things.
[He's not going to guess at what though, because he's not the doctor in this group.]
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If you can't help me, then I'll just go looking for myself. Thanks anyway.
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[He means that. He really does. Gordon hopes that one of the other's can actually be of some help here.]
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Amanda is about to turn off the feed, then, with a frown,] Hey, what's your name, anyway?
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My name's Gordon. Gordon Cole.
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'M Amanda. Talk to you later, Gordon.
[And then she turns off the feed.]