[The video opened to Julian not even paying attention to the camera. Rather, he was looking down next to him, where his Charmander was standing, out of frame. He--Julian, not the Charmander--was dressed in a hooded leather jacket, a white shirt, jeans, and sneakers. His hair was buzzed short.]
Chaaaaar.
[The little Pokemon said, and Julian finally looked up.]
Oh! Hey. Hello. I guess this thing is on? Okay like, where am I? This is not LA and I don't remember getting jumped.
[Of course, he hadn't remembered the last time, either, and what a mess that'd been... Ignoring that, though-
He crouched down next to his Pokemon, getting the Charmander in the frame next to him.]
Also this little guy? The cutest. Like, holy shit. But, uh. What is it, what do I name it, what's going on?
[More importantly, where were his friends, where was Yadriel, but- he was trying to focus on figuring out where he was and what was going on first. Before he started worrying about everything else. Of course, he was already worrying about those things, he just wasn't worrying about them out loud. Yet.]
ii. Ruins of Alph
[This place was a lot quieter than Julian would have preferred, but it was still pretty cool. And really pretty. It wasn't LA but it was something, that was for sure. Except for when his Charmander stopped walking and started staring at something off to the side. Julian followed its gaze but there was nothing there.
Crouching down next to the Pokemon, he waved a hand in front of its face, but it only blinked, not looking away from whatever had caught its attention.]
You're starting to freak me out, man.
[Was this place haunted or something? Just the idea made the hair on the back of his neck stand up. He looked around quickly, straightening back up. Just when he was telling himself it was nothing when he heard a freaky noise--his PokeGear glitching out and starting to play the radio all on its own.
With a shrill yelp, Julian bolted, Charmander forgotten about. He made it about four steps before he tripped over some rubble in the grass and landed on his face. He groaned in vague pain as his Pokemon hurried over, patting him on the shoulder.]
Chaar...
[God, was anyone watching him? Had anyone seen him make a fool of himself? He didn't even lift his head to find out, but he'd accept his fate either way.]
iii. Wildcard
[ooc: come at me with something else! I'll also do prose.]
Julian Diaz | Cemetery Boys | OTA
[The video opened to Julian not even paying attention to the camera. Rather, he was looking down next to him, where his Charmander was standing, out of frame. He--Julian, not the Charmander--was dressed in a hooded leather jacket, a white shirt, jeans, and sneakers. His hair was buzzed short.]
Chaaaaar.
[The little Pokemon said, and Julian finally looked up.]
Oh! Hey. Hello. I guess this thing is on? Okay like, where am I? This is not LA and I don't remember getting jumped.
[Of course, he hadn't remembered the last time, either, and what a mess that'd been... Ignoring that, though-
He crouched down next to his Pokemon, getting the Charmander in the frame next to him.]
Also this little guy? The cutest. Like, holy shit. But, uh. What is it, what do I name it, what's going on?
[More importantly, where were his friends, where was Yadriel, but- he was trying to focus on figuring out where he was and what was going on first. Before he started worrying about everything else. Of course, he was already worrying about those things, he just wasn't worrying about them out loud. Yet.]
ii. Ruins of Alph
[This place was a lot quieter than Julian would have preferred, but it was still pretty cool. And really pretty. It wasn't LA but it was something, that was for sure. Except for when his Charmander stopped walking and started staring at something off to the side. Julian followed its gaze but there was nothing there.
Crouching down next to the Pokemon, he waved a hand in front of its face, but it only blinked, not looking away from whatever had caught its attention.]
You're starting to freak me out, man.
[Was this place haunted or something? Just the idea made the hair on the back of his neck stand up. He looked around quickly, straightening back up. Just when he was telling himself it was nothing when he heard a freaky noise--his PokeGear glitching out and starting to play the radio all on its own.
With a shrill yelp, Julian bolted, Charmander forgotten about. He made it about four steps before he tripped over some rubble in the grass and landed on his face. He groaned in vague pain as his Pokemon hurried over, patting him on the shoulder.]
Chaar...
[God, was anyone watching him? Had anyone seen him make a fool of himself? He didn't even lift his head to find out, but he'd accept his fate either way.]
iii. Wildcard
[ooc: come at me with something else! I'll also do prose.]