Jimmy Two-Shoes (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
awesmazings) wrote2015-07-06 02:45 pm
awesmazings) wrote2015-07-06 02:45 pm
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[It's actually a nice day out, today, and that's evident in this video when it starts. Several days of rain made for unpleasant traveling, but Jimmy was fine with staying in Azalea for a bit longer. It's a sleepy little town that he actually finds quite pleasant. He'd been so used to things just constantly happening, back home, so having long stretches of downtime like this had the tendency to make him restless. Traveling with someone helped to alleviate that, at least.
The dappled shadows cast across Jimmy's face and shoulders indicate how large the tree he's lounging under is, his Furret curled around his back to serve as a fuzzy cushion. He's not wearing his jacket for once since the rain finally decided to leave for a day, left in his usual green T-shirt, jeans, and sneakers. The shirt is obviously not the same as the one he arrived in, if the pokeball insignia on the pocket is anything to go by.
Next to him in the grass is a Treecko, peering up at him with wide, yellow eyes. She seems to be running on the idea that if she can't see Jimmy, he can't see her, making her perfectly camouflaged in the grass and at a perfect angle to pounce playfully on his fingers when he's not looking. He doesn't seem to mind it, though, wiggling them a little to encourage her as she rolls over with a squeak before bounding off and to hide in the taller grass again.
Jimmy seems a little subdued today. Not unhappy or upset at all, just...thoughtful. It's a little unusual for him, but he's had a lot of time to think while on the road again. He never aged back home, so now that a year's gone by, time really seems to be flying in Johto.
After a moment he talks, not looking at the screen just yet.]
So there's somethin' I've been wondering about, lately. Back home in Miseryville, I never really...
[He pauses, trying to find the right words.]
...I never really did anything, yaknow? Like I mean- my friend Heloise worked as an inventor and helped design pretty much all the products sold back home. My friend Beezy...well, he didn't do much either, but his dad rules everything so he's gonna end up taking his job one day anyway, so he doesn't really have to do anything yet, I guess. Molotov's a body guard, Samy's a secretary guy...
I did have little jobs sometimes. Like, I was a product tester once...and then I worked as a cook at a restaurant for a little while. But other than stuff like that, I never really had anything I was known for. I guess it's just kinda weird to think about that, since I work with the Circus here...that's pretty much what I've done since I got here.
So, I guess I wanted to ask you guys what you do, back home? Did you have any cool jobs or businesses that you ran? Maybe just a hobby or something? If you wanna talk to me about it, I'm not really doing anything today.
[He turns to watch the Treecko jump at his hand again before switching off the feed.]
The dappled shadows cast across Jimmy's face and shoulders indicate how large the tree he's lounging under is, his Furret curled around his back to serve as a fuzzy cushion. He's not wearing his jacket for once since the rain finally decided to leave for a day, left in his usual green T-shirt, jeans, and sneakers. The shirt is obviously not the same as the one he arrived in, if the pokeball insignia on the pocket is anything to go by.
Next to him in the grass is a Treecko, peering up at him with wide, yellow eyes. She seems to be running on the idea that if she can't see Jimmy, he can't see her, making her perfectly camouflaged in the grass and at a perfect angle to pounce playfully on his fingers when he's not looking. He doesn't seem to mind it, though, wiggling them a little to encourage her as she rolls over with a squeak before bounding off and to hide in the taller grass again.
Jimmy seems a little subdued today. Not unhappy or upset at all, just...thoughtful. It's a little unusual for him, but he's had a lot of time to think while on the road again. He never aged back home, so now that a year's gone by, time really seems to be flying in Johto.
After a moment he talks, not looking at the screen just yet.]
So there's somethin' I've been wondering about, lately. Back home in Miseryville, I never really...
[He pauses, trying to find the right words.]
...I never really did anything, yaknow? Like I mean- my friend Heloise worked as an inventor and helped design pretty much all the products sold back home. My friend Beezy...well, he didn't do much either, but his dad rules everything so he's gonna end up taking his job one day anyway, so he doesn't really have to do anything yet, I guess. Molotov's a body guard, Samy's a secretary guy...
I did have little jobs sometimes. Like, I was a product tester once...and then I worked as a cook at a restaurant for a little while. But other than stuff like that, I never really had anything I was known for. I guess it's just kinda weird to think about that, since I work with the Circus here...that's pretty much what I've done since I got here.
So, I guess I wanted to ask you guys what you do, back home? Did you have any cool jobs or businesses that you ran? Maybe just a hobby or something? If you wanna talk to me about it, I'm not really doing anything today.
[He turns to watch the Treecko jump at his hand again before switching off the feed.]
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[He pulls his hand back from where his Treecko had still been jumping at it for a moment.]
A lotta people would think that's the worst kind of home you could ever have, but...I don't think so.
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Lissen, Jim... Home's what you make of it. Some folk prolly think it's a horrid dump but who're they to say, eh? You've lived it... You've walked the streets. It's only as good or as bad as you think it is.
But it's noble work you do, lad. It's the lot that have to remind people who smile that're doing everyone a bleeding favor if you ask me.
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...Thank you. I'm glad you think so. It really...doesn't bother me like it used to, but I still think about it sometimes...and not everybody knows about what home is like. But I don't really wanna burden people with that kinda thing either...this is probably the happiest place I've ever lived. I do miss home a lot, but this place is home too.
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Can't blame you, Jim. It's bleeding brilliant in here, in a way, don't you think? Wouldn't quite call it home yet -- haven't been round long enough to but it's rubbing off me.
Speaking of! How long have you been here?
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Least, I'm having fun.
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[ And a laugh from that. ]
Feeling better, I hope?
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Yeah, I'm okay! Thanks for talkin' with me about it, though. That really helps.
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