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 Posted: Wed Feb 25, 2009 6:54 pm
Daniel did a last pass through the contract before he retrieved a pen from his desk drawer. He put both objects down in front of Dean, and pointed to the dotted line at the bottom. "Sign it." The maroons eyes narrow slightly as he folded his arms and watched expectantly.
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Posted: Thu Feb 26, 2009 1:25 pm
Dean stared from the pen, to the paper, to the pen, to El, to Dan, to his watch, to the paper again, the pen once more than his nose making him go cross-eyed. Seeing as he was just making a fool himself in his gestures, he picked up the pen and scribbled the letter D. But seeing as it was not the way he wanted it to be, he scribbled it off and drew another D. Frowning, he scribbled it off again and wrote another letter D. This pattern of him filling the entire bottom of scribbled D's occurred before he reach the corner. Seeing as he had not much room, he signed in eight of an inch letters "D-E-A-P". He shrugged after this. Meh, close enough. Staring from the pen, to the paper, to the pen, to El, to Dan, to his watch, to the paper again, the pen once more than his nose making him go cross-eyed, Dean nodded his head. "Uh, I signed it." he simply replied.
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Posted: Thu Feb 26, 2009 2:12 pm
The photographer could only stare at the paper for a long moment, before sighing and grabbing something else from his desk, opening the ink pad, he grabbed Dean's hand, pressing the ink pad on his thumb and then said thumb onto a square at the top of the paper. Removing it, he took the paper and waved it about to dry the ink. He faxed it after wards.
"Well, 'Deap', you are now under my employment. List what you can do without making anything explote....or crash...." He heard a beeping from his computer and looked, it was a short message from Sandra.
"The construction crew will be coming in half hour with the equipment to at least remove your plane from my house."
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Posted: Mon Mar 09, 2009 2:54 pm
Dean blinked before nodding his head. He wasn't sure what he was suppose to do. Was he suppose to help out? Was he suppose to sit and wait in his boss' room until he was instructed to do something? Kicking his leg in his seat, El blew a small raspberry at Dean. Dean scowled at the Pichu but he did it again, falling into laughter as he kicked up the crumbs of the cracker he just ate. Sighing, Dean picked himself up off the table. "Um, what am I suppose to do?" he questioned with a mundane tone.
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Posted: Mon Mar 09, 2009 3:07 pm
Daniel took a seat behind the desk, feeling rather old, but in the back of his mind, a voice that sounded annoying like a certain healer, kept saying he was only fifteen and should be glad of it.
"Well...I guess you could tell me what you are good at, or I can show you the room you will be staying in."
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Posted: Mon Mar 09, 2009 3:13 pm
Looking at El, the Pichu held up two fingers. Shrugging, Dean replied, "The second one sounds like a good plan." The green-eyed Pichu yawned and stared at Dan with a smile. The meal was quite good and all little tykes like to have a nap after their meal. Picking himself up, El grabbed his guitar and hopped off the table towards the floor. He began to walk, not halting to wait for the two humans who were talking.
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Posted: Tue Apr 28, 2009 2:02 pm
Daniel nodded slowly as he watched the pichu walk away from them. "Then I suppose the room it is." He began walking out of the room after the small pokemon before standing by the door to wait for Dean. Once the other was following, he guide them both to one of the empty guest rooms they had, which came with a queen size bed, a desk, a wardrobe and a couch. The decorations were in earthy tones of brown and green, and wood the furniture was made of was dark, almost black. "The bathroom is one door down to your right..."
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Posted: Tue Apr 28, 2009 2:44 pm
Dean grinned sheepishly. "Uh...I don't have to use the bathroom anymore..." he replied as he scratched behind his head. Truthfully, he didn't want to express the fact he somewhat soiled himself during his crash landing. However, that was the reason for diapers. Especially with a malfunctioning airplane toilet that burps toilet paper every five minutes.
In awe, Dean stared about the room. It looked like an expensive hotel suite without the nasty mints that leave your mouth tasting like chalk and salty marshmallows (however such a flavor fits in there, is clueless to even the Aeronautic himself). Sighing, his eyes followed the Pichu as he headed for the bed and flopped down for a nap. Dean just shrugged and fidgeted. Damn, diapers sure were uncomfortable during pressured times...
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Posted: Tue Jun 09, 2009 2:11 pm
Dan didn't question him, mostly because he kind of got what Dean had meant. "Very well. I'll leave then. I have things to do." He walked away back to his office to start the calls to have the place repair.
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Posted: Wed Jul 15, 2009 1:44 pm
[[ Mind if there is a random twist in time and El is no longer a Pichu but a Raichu? xD ]]
Dean nodded his head, closing the door behind his new "owner". Immediately, he got to removing his clothes and taking off the diaper and crumpling it up to set away for trash. El starred at his owner who was now in his birthday suit, cascading across the room looking for the the hamper to throw his clothes. Not finding any, Dean just threw the clothes into a pile at the foot of the bed.
El snickered to himself as he pointed to Dean's groin. "Ai, Aichi." he said as he spread his paws across than brought them together to something smaller than an inch. Dean flustered and punted his Raichu. "D-Don't make fun of me you rat!" he yelled at El.
El began to burble with electricity, obviously pissed for being touched. He sputtered out a Thunder, to which Dean dodged by diving under the bed. El and Dean fought for a while, tossing books at each other and raising their voices in angst. Suddenly, the fight of anger turned into a competitive game of tag as the two began to try to attack each, messing up the room horribly.
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Posted: Wed Jul 15, 2009 3:32 pm
[no problem]
Dan, to his credit, did the best to ignore the ruckus coming from the guest room he had given Dean and his raichu. He tuned his guitar several rooms away, knowing that anything that was destroy would only further Dean's contract with him.
But after a while, Dan's patient wore thin and he picked up his electric guitar, plugging it in to the console of the room, he called S.A.N.D.R.A. "Please feed this directly to our guest' room speaker system at a high volume, Sandra." Once affirmitive, he made the guitar screech and scream in an earsplitting way, loudly, into the room. After a few seconds, he unplug the guitar and spoke directly to them through the speaker system of the room. "Stop your childish banter at once, if you please, or remove yourselves to the training area outside!"
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