[ When the feeds goes on with a click!, a young boy who couldn't possibly be older than 13 is staring rather intently at the screen. He raises his right arm in silence, adjusting the camera to a right degree. Huh. His frown seems to be really bent on staying there. ]
Okay, yeah. Uh-huh. [ He pauses. ] Mabel, if you're out there — please respond to this ASAP. As for everyone else... [ Cue the part where his frown adjusts to a more distant, nervous look; his left hand tugs at his collar. ] Sure, is there even an "everyone else"?
—Wait, wait. I'm totally dead. Totally. I might as well be broadcasting to myself, since no one's going to hear it. [ GULP. He shifts his gaze back to the feed and furrows his brows. Focus Dipper, focus...! ] Yeah, so... if there's a small chance that I'm not stuck in a 'last man on Earth' scenario, could someone please explain to me where I am? I'm gonna go on a limb here, and guess 'Gravity Falls' isn't it.
Uh, that's all, I guess. [ Before the feed goes off, he reaches somewhere off-screen to grab at a thick book. Click! YOU SAW NOTHING. ]
Third Person:
The most important part of waking up on a lawn chair in a vaguely strange land is knowing where one's possessions are. For Dipper Pines, this is his hat.
He turns his head to the east, looking for where his cap could have disappeared to. Then to the west, then to the south. He shakes his legs abruptly; they must have already fallen asleep. He can only wonder how long he's been laying here, bathing in the mid-morning sun. He sits there for a minute, wondering just what he should do next. It's odd, but Dipper's not all that surprised and/or shocked. It's moreover a pique of curiosity for him, and as he climbs over the edge of the chair, his legs dangling above the ground (then a jump) — he huffs.
He checks his outfit — vest, yep. Shorts, yes. Shoes, yesiree. But the empty space above his head; the part where the wind blows over, flopping his bangs backwards, is in dire need of his cap. He can feel his birthmark showing, and he's glad there's no one in sight to see him look unexceptionally freaky. Man, he thinks, pacing around in a circle, this doesn't make any sense. He looks up from rubbing his chin, at the house facing the south. Dipper shades his forehead with his left arm against the sun, and in that moment — he feels something in his hand. Staring at his palm, he gazes at the keys, then the house, then back to the keys. He know he feels a lightbulb go on over his head, he swears he does.
He walks in the direction of the house. Still no sign of his goshdarn hat.
OTHER Housing Request?: I was wondering if Dipper and Mabel could be roomed in the same house; my friend will be apping Mabel sometime soon, so if it's possible... could a child slot be reserved for her? Did you read the rules and FAQ?: Y Would you like your application to be unscreened?: Y
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OTHER
Housing Request?: I was wondering if Dipper and Mabel could be roomed in the same house; my friend will be apping Mabel sometime soon, so if it's possible... could a child slot be reserved for her?
Did you read the rules and FAQ?: Y
Would you like your application to be unscreened?: Y
Accepted
Congrats, your application has been accepted! Your character is now living at 1460 in Holly Heights, with a child slot. In order to get the ball rolling, here's what you need to do:
I hope you enjoy your stay here!
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