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 Posted: Sun Feb 22, 2009 2:29 pm
"Really now, what's so bad about a PokeCenter? I mean, I know it's all public and stuff, but... how else would you like me to heal you when you don't like being sprayed? If you're in your ball it'll be more comfortable, so why don't you just get-- AUGH! You spoiled brat!" And so was she. Vati stomped after her Altaria psuedo-angrily (who had fluttered from her shoulder at her nagging) pointing a menacing finger at him as he sat perched in a tree, preening his wings, humming, and seemingly ignoring the yelling woman. "Alt~," he chirped, ruffling and smoothing his feathers, examining the area with little interest.
"Nimbus, I swear, if you make me get your ball out..." Manicured brows furrowed as she fumbled in her designer tote, lacquered nails reaching in the corners and pockets for a certain pokeball. "Oh come on, where is it...," the trainer mumbled under her breath, taking short glances from the inside of her bag to the tree, and then towards a chair and small table just outside the Center. She'd just have to dump the damn thing - that was the trouble with big bags and Vati.
"You... you just stay right there! When I find it, you're in big trouble!" Her flats made a sharp clacking noise on the pavement in Katarina, and the wrought iron chair screamed as it was dragged along the little patio and sat upon. "Why, why do I even put up with you!" Out came the contents of the bag in a jumbled mess - pokedex, balls, potions, sweets, money, makeup, and a myriad of other personals. She pushed them around, searching for a particular ball with a cute cloud sticker on it - unfortunately for her, it had fallen off the table and rolled in front of the doors for the center.
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Posted: Sun Feb 22, 2009 4:44 pm
Chase had been standing inside the PokeCenter. Trainers had lost quite a few things, several Pokemon among them, all to be sold to the local Rockets, and none of them to be released beforehand. It had been a good haul so far, today. Zatao was shaping up to be a really good choice as far as.. occupational rewards went. There was a crash outside, crashes usually meant spilled things, meaning things that were unorganized and that could be easily lost. So unfortunate. He swooped out the door, his orange cape fluttering behind him, a savior to whatever unfortunate might have... Someone had dumped their belongings out... This was.. almost too easy.. almost. Chase quickly popped an spray item at his feet up, at an angle out of sight from the trainer looking through the bag, and it disappeared into his sleeve. He smiled at the trainer, "Can I help you?"
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Posted: Sun Feb 22, 2009 4:44 pm
"Okay, gang! Let's goooooo!" Bursting through the to exit the Pokemon center, Meeka jeered her arm up as she ran. Ebba, Heila, Poji and Ella followed after her as she did so. "And off we are to continue our jour-Ohhh! Waaaahhhh! AUGH!" Meeka was not watching her step as she stepped upon the Pokeball. Since balancing on such an object was impossible, Meeka tripped backwards and landed on her back. Poji giggled at her trainer as Ebba clopped over to pull her up on her feet. Heila bounded up in down as she wanted the Pokeball to be thrown and Ella was eying it in hops that it would be a new accessory. Blinking, Meeka crawled over to the object she had tripped over. "Eh, a Pokeball?" she questioned, turning her head about wondering why there was one on the floor. She poked at the one in her eye. No, the one in her eye didn't fall off. Than why was there one on the floor.
Picking herself up, Meeka gave it to Poji to hold. "Okay!" she laughed as she patted at Ebba. "Whose Pokeball is this?" she directed towards the group. All four of the Pokemon looked at her and shrugged. Apparently, it wasn't any of their Pokeball. Than who's one was it? Meeka picked it out of the Pikachu's hand before holding the ball up high. "Whose ball is this?" she echoed into the air.
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Posted: Sun Feb 22, 2009 4:50 pm
Dr. Hart groaned, feeling highly stuffy in all white business suit he was wearing, much preferring his black jean and long white coat without shirt over this stuffy suit. It was constricting and it made him feel like a caged animal. None the less, he did what he must as he finish having a meeting with the head nurse of the pokemon center. "Thank you for your time. The first order should arrive in a week." He smiled charmingly, his goatee well trim and his long hair comb backed and tied up loosely with a white string that seem to get lost along the white locks.
Shaking hands, he then bow lightly before picking up his bag and begin to leave the poke center, a large persian that was as well groomed as he was follow him closely, giving him a bored look after sitting through the meeting. "Yes, Faraon, I am aware of how boring all this is, but we have to make a living somehow." His velvet and gentle voice sounded hoarse from hours of talking. "Don't worry, its the last one of this month, we have four weeks before we even have to worry about all this again." He chuckled at the huff that came from the persian.
Stepping out of the building, he crooked a white eyebrow at what he saw, while his blind persian just sat there. Dr. Hart himself tried to not think of what he and his pokemon looked like, a rich guy and his pet. He inwardly shivered at that before he went to investigate the happenings around them.
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Posted: Sun Feb 22, 2009 5:24 pm
"Where is it, where is it! AUGH, why can't I find it? Did I drop it somewhere...? Maybe -- ah?" Vati looked up through long lashes as a flash of orange came into her vision. Some flashy trainer - Vati raised a brow and took a look down around the table and her feet. "Well, I think... I lost something... it's just a pokeball, with a little cloud on it. You haven't seen one, have you?" She sighed, starting to repack her bag as she heard a thud.
She could barely retain the laughter as she watched the little troupe crowd around the Center, such an interesting (and load) little fellowship. Dumping her pokedex and spare hair ties in different pockets, she blinked and looked up as Meeka showed her pokeball to her friends.
"H-hey!" Vati yelled, frantically stuffing her items in her bag and snatching it up, looking to a couple of sprays she couldn't seem to fit back in her bag. "Ah, geez. Uh, here, you take these!" She dumped the unwanted spray items into Chases hands and pushed passed him towards the doors.
"Hey does that have a clo-- ah, ow!" The doors of the Center opened and she had half-ran, half-tripped into a tall man in a suit. She craned her neck slightly looking up at him (he was interesting enough, definitely stuck out), giving him a rather false smile, and then down at his side.
A Persian. Vati hated cats. She wrinkled her nose at the cat, unaware of its blindness (and probably unconcerned), and waved quickly at Dr. Hart. "Woah, jumped in front of you there. Should watch my step I suppose." Nimbus was probably laughing at her somewhere, and she scowled at the thought before jumping back to reality with Meeka's last call.
"Hey, that's mine!" She stepped away from the man, grimacing at her folly, and stepped quickly over. "Does it have a cloud on it?" She could her Nimbus singing over the clamor, and looked briefly over to him. "If it does, it's his."
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Posted: Sun Feb 22, 2009 5:29 pm
Elegancia leered at the gathering of lively trainers with disdain and condescension. They were being such a bother! How could they expect her to properly enjoy her shopping time (which happened every day) if they were being so rambunctious and noisy?! Flipping her newly-curled hair, Elegancia strutted up to the group and stated, in a rather matter-of-fact tone, "Could you please show some authority over your beast of a pokemon? It's bothering me." She did not know who she was addressing, and she did not care. Whoever it belonged to, she was going to make sure to remedy the situation.
And then she studied a girl, around her age, who actually had style. It had been awhile since she had seen someone who rivaled her in fashion, but she did not like it. Best to ignore her.
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Posted: Sun Feb 22, 2009 5:48 pm
The tall healer looked down when felt something or rather someone, hit his abdomen. He couldn't help but smile ever so slightly as the young lady spoke. He gave a light dismissing wave, trying his best to erase the image of a stuck-up rich guy that kept popping up in his head. "Quiet alright." He spoke softly as he moved out of her way.
"Strange, wouldn't you-" He stop as his purple eyes looked down to find his persian already walking away from him. Whatever, he thought idlely, talking to his pokemon would probably seem very strange. He undid his coat and pulled it off as began undoing his tie and the first buttons of his white shirt. Hearing something strange, he approached the tree and looked up. "Would you look at that...." He murmured to himself.
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Posted: Sun Feb 22, 2009 5:54 pm
Chase staggered back at the sudden onslaught. This chick was obviously loaded, if she just shoved this much junk at a passing stranger, but, if he had anything to say about it, she wouldn't be for long. he quickly stowed the sprays to be sold later, then turned to see not one, but two rich chicks. No way. He almost laughed at his luck. He was eatin well tonight! He walked a couple steps before seeing one more likely target. Some guy in a white suit with a Persian. If he didn't have some money, then Chase was an honest man. He walked up to the guy, still keeping one eye on the trainer, "Nice suit." The sly grin on his face showed mocking, though it was more about the stupidity of people flaunting money than anything.
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Posted: Sun Feb 22, 2009 5:59 pm
Meeka nodded her head as she slightly offered the ball to Vati. " 'ere you go!" she happily said as she stretched her arm out to forward to ball to the female. However, in doing so, Poji slapped the ball out of her hand with a flip of her tail. "Chaaa, chaaa!" she called as she held the ball within grip. Heila bobbed her head up and down, not taking her eyes off the Pokeball. Poji finally threw the intricate ball with a cloud sticker upon it, in which in turn caused the Houndoom to race after it and catch it within her mouth. Ella growled at the Houndoom for stealing such a pretty thing and bit down upon the Houndoom's tail. Heila yelped from the pain and spat the ball out. It went flying before getting caught within the butt cheeks of Ebba. Ebba blushed madly as he blinked. Who had dared touch his rump so decisively? Turning about, he came to the notion that it was no one. Bowing his head in disappointment, he wanted to poot. But apparently, one could not forward its way out his rump. Meeka giggled nervously as she pointed to her Stanter's butt. "Ya got plastic gloves?" was the only thing she had to ask.
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Posted: Sun Feb 22, 2009 6:14 pm
Vati's head hurt already from all the commotion. Balls flying, pokemon cries, some brat yelling in her ear, cats, creeps, what next! Vati sighed, crossing her arms, and turned to Elegancia.
"Uhyeah, excuse me, but which 'beast' are you whining about?" She hoped (for her sake) she wasn't talking about Nimbus. A slender brow raised at the other lady - huh, she obviously kept up with the fashion blogs -, nose curled in slight distaste. She turned back to Meeka, ready to receive the pokeball, but took a half-step back as the pokemon decided to have their fun.
"Ah, hey! That's mine! Tell your pokemon to give it back!" She glared after the troupe as she saw the ball fly about, covered in houndoom slobber, static, fur, and... oh come on.
"You better hope you have some, kid," Vati answered, gritting her teeth at the sight of her cute little stickered pokeball caught in such a horrid place.
Nimbus, meanwhile, squawked loudly from his perch, alternating between song, calls, and chirps as he laughed at the sight below. He had never seen his so-called-trainer have so much trouble - usually she was so into herself that she ignored everything else! How could this get any better! The Altaria ruffled his chest fluff and smoothed out his tailfeathers, before spying a rather large persian and a tall pale human stalking towards him. Craning his neck, the Pokemon pinned cautious brown eyes on the two, chirping quietly.
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Posted: Sun Feb 22, 2009 6:32 pm
Was this girl sassing her? Back at her manor in Celadon, Elegancia's word was absolute! If she wanted quiet, there would be quiet. If she wanted a party, there would indeed be a party. If she wanted her parents to go away, they would do so! But this girl did not show the slightest intention of bending to her will! "How dare she," Elegancia thought to herself. Although her thoughts were quiet, her expression probably spoke lots about how she was currently feeling.
"Well," she interjected, "what other beast would I be referring to? You? Any trainer worth their salts has authority over their comrades! But I wouldn't expect someone so bereft of intelligence such as you to know that, ohoho." Elegancia smirked triumphantly, as the other girl would surely submit to Elegancia's superior beauty and eloquence.
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Posted: Sun Feb 22, 2009 7:15 pm
Chase saw the pair of girls begin to square off. The only thing that was more low down and dirty than himself was a pair of spoiled kids having a spat. It was a sight he wouldn't miss for the world. He bowed to the man in the white suit, "You'll have to excuse me, I do love a good mud slinging competition." With that, he promptly walked over, stealing a folding chair from an elderly man that had the bad luck to stand up at the wrong time. He walked over to set it beside the pair, draping his cape over it as he sat down to prevent the old man from recognizing it as his, "This should be good."
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Posted: Sun Feb 22, 2009 7:28 pm
Meeka smiled happily. "I don' be carryin' those around with me." she replied, though she was probably making the notion that the fact the trainer's pokeball was in her deer's butt much more worse. "Well, we can um...wait for 'im to use the bathroom. It might be a 'hile...But it would surely be worth it. Your ball might'a smell for a good week but like, you're rich. Ya can use some fancy fragrances, yes?" Ebba forwarded himself over to Meeka and cracked a wild grin upon his face. He looked from Vati to Ele to Ele again to Vati than Ele than Vati before Vati again than Ele than Vati. He felt his heart flutter when he did so. Once again, the fat deer had fallen in love. But this time, he had fallen in love with both hastily rich females. Tapdancing happily in the dirt, the deer didn't know what to do. His thought thought otherwise as he dreamed. Meeka forwarded herself over to Dr. Hart and cracked a smile on her face. "Yer a doctor?" she questioned, pointing to the deer largely sized rump a small distance away. "Think ya can git that Pokeball out of that deer's butt?"
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Posted: Sun Feb 22, 2009 7:43 pm
The man observed the bird pokemon for a bit longer before his eyes trailed down to a trainer wearing a....cape? The things some people wore, not that he should say anything about anyone's fashion, his normal clothes would make the two young ladies that he now heard arguing probably mauled him for dressing in such ways. ...Or made them jump him for a one night stand, if he was honest with himself, he didn't understand the female brain in any way whatsoever.
One eyebrow arched at Chase's bold thievery. He was about to push himself from the tree to do something about when he was address by a young girl. "Yes, I am." He answered softly, he couldn't help but to stare at her at her following question. He was now in his late twenties and had been in the medical field for over a decade.....yet sometimes people and their pokemon still surprise him. Sighing, he nodded. "Yes, I am quiet sure I am capable." He open his bag, taking a couple of plastic gloves. Putting the bag down, he put his coat and tie on top of it, next to his persian, who put a paw on the bag, going into guard mode.
Putting the gloves on, he walked over to the deer pokemon and rested his hand on his lower back. "The things I do...." He muttered to himself as his hand grabbed the deer's tail and he grabbed the pokeball with his other. He muttered to some deity that he did not get a hoof on his chest next when he pulled the pokeball out as gently as possible.
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Posted: Mon Feb 23, 2009 5:47 am
Vati just laughed at Elegancia, a slender hand covering her wide grin as the girl spewed what sounded like utter nonsense. Who did she think she was, Princess of Zatao? Oh please! If she had been back at her own estate in Hearthome or even in the villas at Goldenrod, she would’ve surely gotten a good few words for talking to her like that. But she was here in this unfamiliar place, without any familial backup, just Daddy’s money and well wishes. She’d have to take care of this on her own.
No matter, she thought, flipping her freshly straigthened hair over her shoulder and rolling her eyes. “So elegant, yet so ignorant, aren’t you sweetie? Maybe if you came down off your high-horse you would’ve seen that, clearly, I have control of this situation and we have no need for your bickering. Now ride back to your castle, princess.” The corners of her mouth twitched from a smile to a quiet chuckle. Pleased with herself and no doubt having ruffled some feathers, she turned her attention briefly to Chase, who had sat down to watch the spectacle.
“And what are you looking at? Really, I can’t believe the people here, hmph!” No manners at all! Really, how was she supposed to live here when people were so… oh! “Someone with manners, thank you.” She peered around Dr. Hart as he wrenched the ball from Ebba’s rear. She’d need to sanitize that as soon as she could. Disgusting. “You seem too calm, kid. Do your pokemon do this often?” She scowled at Meeka and the googly-eyed Stantler, pursing her lips.
Nimbus had taken the time to float from his perch and land gently on the doctor’s shoulder, the highest point he could find in all the commotion. He peered down at his pokeball lodged between Ebba’s cheeks, and then at Hart trying to remove it, and took up some of his hair in his beak, nibbling thankfully and avoiding Vati’s gaze for he knew he’d be in trouble later.
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