"Humm" The young blond trainer tapped her chin lightly as she looked over the shelves of the mart, blue eyes pausing for a long moment on some of the paralyze heal that were sitting next to the poison antidote.She wondered for a moment if she would need more of those, with Kiss Kiss' ability Static, she tended to paralyze a lot of the pokemon she battled, and Rosie liked to make sure the trainer that owned the pokemon had one for after battle.
It wasn't given to much thought, before she reached up and picked up two bottles from the shelf. I twas the least she could do.
Seeing the heal balls at the counter, knowing she already had enough in her bag... catching pokemon hasn't exactly been a big priority for her.
White boots thudding softly on the shop ground, Rosie made her way to the front of the store to buy the heals.
the young trainer had spent the last few days in Sagestone town, training and getting to know the aria, but now she was thinking of taking a trip down to the older little city of Jinko, so she needed to be prepared for other trainers she might run into on the way.
Rabid-White-Mongoose
The Mini mart chosen by Rosie however was far from empty. However it was far from packed as the small establishment could get, while still avoiding being a ghost town. In fact a lone patron was the only unemployed figure in sight next to Rosie.
And what a sight she was. Clad in a pair of black, baggy chain covered pants; which jingled with every slight movement. A bad choice for one who wished to ever sneak up on unsuspecting Pokemon. Her shirt, if it could be called one while devoid of chains was the same color; black. It seemed to be the common theme of the young girl's outfit.
A myriad of bright, colorful Pokemon tattoo's adjourned the female's neck, traveling down her arms. In fact that was as the only color it seemed the young girl possessed, unless you could the lime green streaks that ran through her otherwise black hair.
The sound of footsteps caused Abby to glance in the direction, taking in Rosie's form as she approached the counter. Giving the stranger a slight, friendly smile Abby turned her attention back to the overly bored looking clerk.
"So your saying if I buy 10 of the regular pokeballs, you'll toss in a premier ball?" As the tired looking clerk nodded, Abby rushed on. Her thoughts clearly propelled by a very large amount of caffeine. "But what if I don't want the premier ball, can I get another one?" Here Abby glanced at her feet, her bright amber eyes locking onto the eyes of her beloved companion, a young cyndaquil. "What do you think Jethro? Take the deal or no?"
Not paying the clerk any attention, Abby grinned at her Pokemon as he gave a soft chuff of air. "That's what I thought, no deal sir"
With a soft clink of chains, Abby bent down to retrieve Jethro. Intent on moving away from the counter.
And what a sight she was. Clad in a pair of black, baggy chain covered pants; which jingled with every slight movement. A bad choice for one who wished to ever sneak up on unsuspecting Pokemon. Her shirt, if it could be called one while devoid of chains was the same color; black. It seemed to be the common theme of the young girl's outfit.
A myriad of bright, colorful Pokemon tattoo's adjourned the female's neck, traveling down her arms. In fact that was as the only color it seemed the young girl possessed, unless you could the lime green streaks that ran through her otherwise black hair.
The sound of footsteps caused Abby to glance in the direction, taking in Rosie's form as she approached the counter. Giving the stranger a slight, friendly smile Abby turned her attention back to the overly bored looking clerk.
"So your saying if I buy 10 of the regular pokeballs, you'll toss in a premier ball?" As the tired looking clerk nodded, Abby rushed on. Her thoughts clearly propelled by a very large amount of caffeine. "But what if I don't want the premier ball, can I get another one?" Here Abby glanced at her feet, her bright amber eyes locking onto the eyes of her beloved companion, a young cyndaquil. "What do you think Jethro? Take the deal or no?"
Not paying the clerk any attention, Abby grinned at her Pokemon as he gave a soft chuff of air. "That's what I thought, no deal sir"
With a soft clink of chains, Abby bent down to retrieve Jethro. Intent on moving away from the counter.
Rosie smiled back at the stranger, perking up a little, mindful of her stance.
The other trainer sure had a much different sense of style then Rosie did, while the blond loved whites and pinks, how much of a contrast must it be to stand by someone who was in black and grays.
Rosie had to admit though, it was a style that drew attention, and she appreciated that. this girl seemed like an interesting person.
Rosie listened to the discussion she was having with the clerk, her eyes moving over the girl's pokemon Tattoo's curiously, at least what she could see of the tattoos.
Eyebrows arching as the girl turned down the clerks offer and made her way out of the store. Rosie watched pick her pokemon up and move away, lips parting slightly as she watched on with a curious look.
"oh! right!" she jumped, stepping to the counter. "just these two please."
Shuffling through her bag for her payment as the clerk rang her items in, she tilted her head, glancing back over to the girl.
"what kind of ball were you looking for?" she asked, curiously.
