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victory_road2019-03-10 08:15 pm
lordofthefries) wrote in victory_road2019-03-10 08:15 pm
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[The feed starts out dark, but not quiet, as there's Sasha's voice in the background, sounding as if she's reciting words that are unfamiliar to her. She's halting and pausing at certain times, usually right before she sounds out a word, taking it syllable by syllable. It's the clear tone of someone not very skilled in reading, much less doing so out loud, but trying their best anyway to learn in the privacy of their own home.
Only it's not private due to one one roly poly Togepi who is fussing with the 'gear until the camera catches a proper view, though upside down in those tiny hands. Sasha's sitting on her bedroom floor with a stack of books next to her with various titles like The Ugly Ducklett, The Phantump Tollbooth, The Tale of Peter Buneary and The Egg-Sitters Club. Along her other side is an Arcanine and an Eevee, watching her with expectant eyes because this is clearly story time and not just Sasha practicing her reading on a non-human, non-judgemental audience.
That's her story and she's sticking to it.]
Piplup had not for-got-ten her father. He was a sea captain who sailed on the great ocean, and Piplup had sailed with him in his ship until one day her father was blown oh-ve-board in a storm and dis.. dis-app-ear-ed. But Piplup was ab-so-lute-ly certain that he would come back. She would never believe that he had drowned; she was sure he had floated until he landed on an island in-hab... in-hab-eye-ted by cannibals. And she thought he had become the king of all the cannibals and went around with a golden crown on his head all day long.
[Sasha huffs and tosses the book (which turns out to be Piplup Longstocking) aside at the constant mention of cannibals--she got enough of that at home with the Titans, thank you very much--and picks up another one from the pile, The Wonderful Whismur of Oz.]
Doo-roo-thhhy lived in the mid-ths of the great Kan-sass prah-i-ries...
[No, this one has even more words she's unfamiliar with and on the first page too. What the hell is a Kan-sass anyway? Tossing that one away, she picks up something that looks a lot thinner with a whole lot more pictures in it and begins reading out loud again.]
One corphish, two corphish, red corphish, blue corphish. Black corphish, blue corphish, old corphish, new corphish...
[Much better. Easier too! Why doesn't everybody write books that don't give her a headache?]
Only it's not private due to one one roly poly Togepi who is fussing with the 'gear until the camera catches a proper view, though upside down in those tiny hands. Sasha's sitting on her bedroom floor with a stack of books next to her with various titles like The Ugly Ducklett, The Phantump Tollbooth, The Tale of Peter Buneary and The Egg-Sitters Club. Along her other side is an Arcanine and an Eevee, watching her with expectant eyes because this is clearly story time and not just Sasha practicing her reading on a non-human, non-judgemental audience.
That's her story and she's sticking to it.]
Piplup had not for-got-ten her father. He was a sea captain who sailed on the great ocean, and Piplup had sailed with him in his ship until one day her father was blown oh-ve-board in a storm and dis.. dis-app-ear-ed. But Piplup was ab-so-lute-ly certain that he would come back. She would never believe that he had drowned; she was sure he had floated until he landed on an island in-hab... in-hab-eye-ted by cannibals. And she thought he had become the king of all the cannibals and went around with a golden crown on his head all day long.
[Sasha huffs and tosses the book (which turns out to be Piplup Longstocking) aside at the constant mention of cannibals--she got enough of that at home with the Titans, thank you very much--and picks up another one from the pile, The Wonderful Whismur of Oz.]
Doo-roo-thhhy lived in the mid-ths of the great Kan-sass prah-i-ries...
[No, this one has even more words she's unfamiliar with and on the first page too. What the hell is a Kan-sass anyway? Tossing that one away, she picks up something that looks a lot thinner with a whole lot more pictures in it and begins reading out loud again.]
One corphish, two corphish, red corphish, blue corphish. Black corphish, blue corphish, old corphish, new corphish...
[Much better. Easier too! Why doesn't everybody write books that don't give her a headache?]
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Oh I like that one! It's all rhyme-y!!!
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I didn't know corphish rhymed with corphish. I thought that was against the rules.