Skids, Uncle
he/him
53
June 7
Fallabar Town
straight
unemployed at the moment
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i used to dream in the dark of palisades park.
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Skids Lawrence
"Ah....it's okay. It was just the first thing that popped into my head." Skids answered.
Accepting the phone, Skids glanced down to it. Looking at Rotom as they asked the question on if they needed something. How would he even go about finding it? The video was probably like...twenty years old or so.
"Yes but...I'm not even sure what it would be called..." Skids answered the pokemon. "Well...the video is probably twenty or so years old so...yeah I'm old."
A slightly stronger smile was on his face with his response to Billi. Once more, it was due to the younger man smiling and even that light laugh they had. Seeing the pokemon bring up the internet was...a interesting surprise. Man it was probably cringy that he was surprised by this.
"I have the basics down, granted I just...like to live outside of a phone. No offense meant Razzberry." Skids answered, making sure to address the pokemon. "Alright.... I suppose....the first way to phrase it is...Elite four match from twenty or more years ago?"
Finding the right video took...quite a while. Skids didn't want to give away the entire thing to Billi before finding.Was this the right way to do it? Probably not, but he couldn't bare to bring himself to say those words. Eventually, they found the right video. The video quality could for sure use a upgrade but it was still visible and you could make the entire thing out. A deep breathe left Skids as he offered the phone back with the video brought up. It was already partially loaded and skipped to the mid way point.
"It's at the...right part...or at least near enough to it..." Skids said. "I'm surprised this thing is even on the internet...."
If Billi clicked play, he'd be greeted by the a possibly retired; in this current age, Announcer. Their voice full of energy as he announced the next round and the camera panned to show a young man with dark brown hair, the same turquoise eyes that Skids sported. They had a slightly different get up, still consisting of browns and green but in different ways. Even back then, the announcer broadcasted him to the returning crowd as Skids Lawrence. Making the obvious connection between this video to the man next to him. The first few 'minutes' of the fight were fine, until a Blaziken was brought out. It already looked hurt.
For Skids, he could hear himself questioning the pokemon if they were sure they could handle the fight. The video would show the Blaziken giving a thumbs up to it's young trainer. Not a minute into the blaziken being out and actively in the battle...it all went downhill...the move from the enemy pokemon had done more damage than it should've, causing the hoeenn starter to be slammed into the arena walls. SKids visibly winced as the microphone attached to his younger voice picked it up.
"BLIIITZZZZ!!!" the younger voice screamed in the video.
"Folks we're gonna have to take a unscheduled break as the battle has just taken a very serious turn..." The announcer was saying as the camera followed the young man as they rushed onto the icy terrain, slipping even as they were more focused on reaching their injured pokemon as it slumped to the ground.
"Blitz?!! BLItz?!!" the younger skids yelled, their voice could be heard as the screen went black and the announcer tried to talk over them as they couldn't remotely turn of the young trainer's mic.
With Skids sitting there next to Billi, Skids shrank in on himself. Burying his face into his knees and putting his fingers into his silver hair. Digging his nails into the scalp of his head as he sat there, shaking...tears flooding his eyes as he could only see the brown color his pants and even then he closed his eyes. All that did was make him see the entire scene on it's own. The orange, creamish, and yellow feathers stained red and they were disturbed as some of the League officals tried to pull him away from the injuried pokemon. All his ears allowed him to hear was his childish sobbing, the memory of it all. For Billi, Skids was quiet as he sat there. Billi Marsh
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