Jimmy Darling (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
anexcitableboy) wrote2015-03-21 03:55 pm
anexcitableboy) wrote2015-03-21 03:55 pm
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[At first the screen shows a blur of orange and a bit of floor. Then it turns, shakily, to show Jimmy not looking so good. Face drawn, eyes bloodshot and ringed in hollows, he looks a lot like death warmed over lying curled up on the floor of his cheap hotel room. It could be some sort of flu, but it's mostly a miserable hangover. One he's been nursing in private for most of the day, but his Cubone has had enough. After several headbutts had been ignored, Omi finally simply fumbled with his trainer's 'Gear until he got it recording.]
[Jimmy's been holed up with cheap booze and packaged meals, the realization of his situation having come upon him hard and all at once. He wasn't about to wake up back home. This wasn't some quick little vacation from reality. This was his damned life now and that was scarier than almost anything else that had happened to him these last few months.]
[But the booze had run out, and his money was about to, so here he is in the middle of an unplanned drying out and when he sees Omi set down the 'gear he groans.]
Jesus, what'd ya go and do that for? Nobody wants to see this... hey, turn it back a sec.
[And only when the screen is facing down does he stretch and grabs the machine, rolling over onto his back and making sure his bare hands are out of screen.]
Sorry. Feeling under the weather and Omi's all freaked out, I guess. I dunno if he was trying to call somebody or something, but...guess I look pretty bad, by Pokemon standards. Guess I should be lucky I had pants on when he did it, huh.
But since this is beaming out into the 'gear wavespace or whatever... what do they got around here that's good for churning guts?
And cheap.
[Jimmy's been holed up with cheap booze and packaged meals, the realization of his situation having come upon him hard and all at once. He wasn't about to wake up back home. This wasn't some quick little vacation from reality. This was his damned life now and that was scarier than almost anything else that had happened to him these last few months.]
[But the booze had run out, and his money was about to, so here he is in the middle of an unplanned drying out and when he sees Omi set down the 'gear he groans.]
Jesus, what'd ya go and do that for? Nobody wants to see this... hey, turn it back a sec.
[And only when the screen is facing down does he stretch and grabs the machine, rolling over onto his back and making sure his bare hands are out of screen.]
Sorry. Feeling under the weather and Omi's all freaked out, I guess. I dunno if he was trying to call somebody or something, but...guess I look pretty bad, by Pokemon standards. Guess I should be lucky I had pants on when he did it, huh.
But since this is beaming out into the 'gear wavespace or whatever... what do they got around here that's good for churning guts?
And cheap.
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[And he's got enough money he can spare for a couple of burgers and milkshakes.]
Whaddaya say?
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[Which he was perfectly okay with for right now. He hops off the bench and gestures with a gloved hand for Ib to follow. He still can't get over how much better he feels, and he knows it'd be good to spend some time with another person.]
So you live here, huh?
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Oh, yes! I have a house I rent.
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Whoah, really? That's cool. I never lived in a house.
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[Everybody keeps saying he could have all those simple, normal things he'd always wanted. He's starting to believe it.]
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