Leon Kuwata (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
struck_out) wrote2014-01-17 01:48 pm
struck_out) wrote2014-01-17 01:48 pm
003 Video
[Looks like Leon's hit the road again. The video shows him with sitting down with his back leaning back on a tree, as he practices a few simple chords on the guitar. It...looks like there's some improvement since his last video; at least he can play the simplest chord progression without error.
He strums the guitar idly, almost seemingly lost in thought before he turns to the gear and properly addresses it.]
Well it's been a great week. And by great, I mean fucking terrible. A friend woke up from one of those comas and went completely nuts because his brother died back home, and of course I had to suggest to him that he should go hang out with said brother to feel better because I didn't know what had happened. And then I pissed off the heir to the biggest and most dangerous yakuza families from my home. He's probably searching for me right now so if you see my body floatin' in the river you'll know why.
I also got fired from work 'cause I yelled at a customer but I was jus' so wound up from everythin' that happened that I jus' didn't have any fucks left to give, so if you're the one I yelled at then sorry, but you really have no business bein' a Pokemon trainer if you can't tell the difference between an Antidote and a Burn Heal. Damn things are already colour-coded, and there's a no refund policy so don't come crying to me.
So yeah. All in all it's been shit. Real shit. Just can't catch a break, can I?
Anyway, if you're watchin' this and if you're not too bored or busy...tell me somethin' funny. Or somethin' interestin'. Somethin' that makes you happy. I don't care, just...somethin' that'll be a break from this fuckin' week 'cause I am just done.
[Leon's just about to switch off the Gear, when he suddenly remembers.]
Oh yeah to everyone back at the house, sorry I forgot to leave a note but I'm leavin' for a few days, maybe weeks. Lemme know if ya need me for anythin', but other wise I'm gonna go an' grab some badges. Might be back by March. Will let you know.
He strums the guitar idly, almost seemingly lost in thought before he turns to the gear and properly addresses it.]
Well it's been a great week. And by great, I mean fucking terrible. A friend woke up from one of those comas and went completely nuts because his brother died back home, and of course I had to suggest to him that he should go hang out with said brother to feel better because I didn't know what had happened. And then I pissed off the heir to the biggest and most dangerous yakuza families from my home. He's probably searching for me right now so if you see my body floatin' in the river you'll know why.
I also got fired from work 'cause I yelled at a customer but I was jus' so wound up from everythin' that happened that I jus' didn't have any fucks left to give, so if you're the one I yelled at then sorry, but you really have no business bein' a Pokemon trainer if you can't tell the difference between an Antidote and a Burn Heal. Damn things are already colour-coded, and there's a no refund policy so don't come crying to me.
So yeah. All in all it's been shit. Real shit. Just can't catch a break, can I?
Anyway, if you're watchin' this and if you're not too bored or busy...tell me somethin' funny. Or somethin' interestin'. Somethin' that makes you happy. I don't care, just...somethin' that'll be a break from this fuckin' week 'cause I am just done.
[Leon's just about to switch off the Gear, when he suddenly remembers.]
Oh yeah to everyone back at the house, sorry I forgot to leave a note but I'm leavin' for a few days, maybe weeks. Lemme know if ya need me for anythin', but other wise I'm gonna go an' grab some badges. Might be back by March. Will let you know.
Locked
[The Growlithe has dropped the ball and is watching him from a few feet away. The distant couple on a picnic blanket have turned their heads toward the shouting.]
Locked
[Police or no, there's nothing Blake can do to help any of them. It's too late for Ishimaru, too late for Oowada, too late for Celes, and it's too late for Leon. Blake isn't endearing himself to Leon either, and Leon's feeling spiteful enough just to anger the older man further.]
There's nothin' you can do even if I tell you her name. An' even if she did get here, I've got a list of people that I can ask for help, an' you're not even a damn footnote. What kinda asshole accuses the victims of "protecting" the criminal anyway? The fact that you jumped to such an idiotic conclusion without any evidence makes you not only a dumbass, but also an insensitive moron who thinks he's hot shit just because he's a cop. I bet you wouldn't even know she's the killer even if she was standin' right in front of you holdin' a neon signboard above her head with the words, "I'm a fuckin' psycho bitch who tortures people for fun!" in bright pink letters.
So go fuck yourself old man. If you think you can scare me into tellin' you what you wanna know by sprayin' spit all over the gear, then all you've done is made me even more sure I'm not gonna tell you shit.
[And with that, Leon switches off the feed.]
Locked
[The screen goes black, and Blake flings the phone to the ground. He wants it to shatter, and all it does is bounce on the grass.
The little bastard hit home hard.
Blake wants to bit something. Somebody, and it always comes back to that same one, no matter what, the one he'll never get to.
He snarls uselessly and buries his head in his hands, locked tight in the same old rage.]