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 Posted: Tue May 19, 2009 8:40 pm
The blue haired youth dropped his black backpack on the ground, yawning and stretching in relief. He'd been shoved into a nearly full ferry, cramped into a corner of the bottom floor, had to be next to one of the most sea sick prone people he'd ever seen, and soon found that the other person next to him was probably the most annoying person he'd ever met in his life. But now he was here, on Rockfall Island, away from all those people. Hopefully the people here would be more interesting he thought, picking his backpack up off the ground.
Zen soon found himself in what seemed to be a center of commerce, probably a city. Hopefully he could find an apartment, or at least a hotel. He kicked himself for not making housing arrangements before coming here, but as a teenager he was prone to jumping the gun. There was also the food situation, not even a seventeen year old could live off peanut butter crackers and chocolate chip cookies forever.
Okay, it was decided then. First, he'd find a place to eat, then look for a place to crash. He walked along the sidewalk, looking at all the signs that glowed in happy neon colors, inviting him in. He found a nice burger joint eventually, and happily walked in.
"Uhh...hi, I'll have a...number one, please." He told the cashier, paying her the exact amount needed, and then sat on the blue plastic swivel chair that was attached to the plastic yellow and red table meant for two. The cashier brought his meal to him, and went back to her register to help the next customer in line.
She was pretty cute, he thought, chewing on his hamburger. Maybe she could help him out?
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Posted: Wed May 20, 2009 9:26 am
Taking the last two steps of the Rocket building in one stride Chris twirled the pokeball in his hand, tossing it up lightly and calling the squirtle within out. "Well? How does it look?" he grinned down at Cale, placing the Rocket issued uniform hat atop his head.
If he could, Cale would have rolled his eyes.
"Be that way then," Chris snatched the hat off before squishing it atop Cales head. "C'mon, I'm starved." Tossing Cales now empty pokeball back in his bag he walked off, motioning to the squirtle who pushed the hat up over it's eyes before following.
The trip was rather slow, Cale stoping every few feet to sit back on his hindlegs and nudge the hat that would fall down over his eyes out, which in turn caused Chris to pause as well. Eventually he reached down, grabbing Cale around his shelled waist and hefting him up in a one armed hold. "You're such a pain in the-- ah! There's a place," Cale merely grumbled as Chris dragged him into the burger joint.
Setting Cale at his side Chris scanned the menu quickly before giving the woman his order, and Cales. Leaning back on the counter while waiting he scanned the resteraunt as well, eyeing bags left too far from their owners and pokeballs strewn across tabletops as people talked distractedly to one another.
"Easy pickings," he commented as the same woman as before handed him a tray of food. Thanking her he turned back to the tables, his choice already made.
Sliding into an unoccupied plastic chair he turned to face the blue haired boy at the table, grinning disarmingly. "You new here, kid?"
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Posted: Thu May 21, 2009 7:47 pm
Zen noticed how crowded the burger joint really was, and how loud it had gotten. He must have arrived at lunch hour or something, sea travel always made him lose his sense of time. But based on all the clamor and bodies in the building, he figured it was a pretty hopping joint.
Dipping a fry into ketchup, he continued to observe the attitudes and actions of the people inside and out. Most seemed to be in no rush, walking as though there were no cares in the world along the streets. At the counters, everyone was saying their "pleases" and "thank you's".
There were some individuals though, some who actually had problems. Those were the ones he didn't envy in the least. Bustling business men and women with coffee in their hands, mothers and fathers dealing with crying brats of children... and a man with a raspberry red moehawk and a Squirtle. The duo came into the restaurant, and Zen soon found himself enthralled by the man's hair. Sure, there were people with strange hair on Pristine island, but not like this guy's.
The man then came over and talked to him. Still staring at the hair, Zen let his mouth hang open for a while, before snapping it shut.
"Oh, uh, sorry. It's just...yeah, I'm new here. My name's Zen, by the way. You?"
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