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 Posted: Tue May 03, 2011 2:39 am
He pulled his arm off abruptly in an attempt to spin the Beldum.
Jerome watched Bro' do this, "Hey man" He hissed at the Gangar "Really? we got a place to crash and your ********' with the chicks pokemon? don't get us kicked out."
Ink came back, and Jerome started to push himself to his feet.
Damn, if he really wanted to hurt her, she was making this all to easy for him. People in this city just didn't do this kind of thing! She was going to get herself hurt.
"Ain't sure what to say. this is really cool of ya-"
He was in the process of getting back up, when his vision was suddenly impeded by something just draping over his head. He froze very suddenly, noticing that the sheet she was laying out was now suddenly draped over his head.
He snorted lightly in amusement at this, reaching a hand up to push it away, working it back off of his head.
He reached to sling his hoodie over his shoulder as he finally got himself to his feet, much easier, to move now, the pain was ebbing away.
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Posted: Tue May 03, 2011 3:02 am
"It's nothing, really. I-If I were hurt, I'd hope someone would do the same for me...-Oh! Sorry!" Izumi giggled a little, slightly amused at Skeleton Man being stuck under the sheet for a moment. The thought that someone might take advantage of her kind, though timid nature never really crossed her mind, though it was something a less naive person would have been thinking about.
"I'll, um, take you by your place in the morning... so you can get your stuff, and... Where do you live now... I-I don't really know your name..." She looked somewhat embarrassed that she'd patched this man up, and offered to let him stay on her couch, and she didn't even know what to call him; Skeleton Man would have been rude. While she was going on about the morning, Izumi put the pillow at one end of the couch, and laid out a heavy and fuzzy blanket.
The mechanical pokemon clicked and whirred and buzzed and beeped in protest to being spun. When he stopped rotating mid-air, he floated off in a huff, away from the ghost pokemon and into the room Izumi had gotten the blankets from.
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Posted: Tue May 03, 2011 3:32 am
It was a good sentiment, though Jerome found that thinking that of other people was sometimes more that one should hope for.
He inclined his head to the side lightly, watching as she set up the couch in silence, brow knitting slightly in thought.
She asked where he lived... and where he lives. The last part he knew he couldn't tell her,
"eh its all cool, I got a car somewhere around here, wouldn't mind a ride though,"
That seems like it would be safer than just walking.
"That depends what ya wanna call me. TJ, Jerome, Tyron, Knox." He shrugged lightly "Most people just call me Jerome." He offered. looking back over at her. "What bout' you? got a real name Ink?"
Bro' looked rather proud of himself, a wide grin over his face.
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Posted: Tue May 03, 2011 3:40 am
"Not a problem," Izumi smiled sweetly, seeming to calm down rather a lot since Jerome had first came in her shop. "I've got an order to drop off, anyways. There. Bed's made." She covered her mouth and yawned, still not paying attention to what time it was, but quickly realizing that it was just about time to go to sleep. "Jerome..." The girl repeated, "I'm Izumi. Do you need anything? A drink or something? I hope you don't mind sleeping on the couch, I know it isn't terribly comfortable..."
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Posted: Tue May 03, 2011 3:53 am
A casual smile ghosted his features when she said his name, Along with that she seemed much more calm than she had before.
"Izumi" He tried for himself, knowing he wouldn't remember it for very long.
"Cool. and naw, I don't need anythin'"
If he did he would find it himself, he didn't really need all these blankets, especially something so fluffy.
"Couch is fine, I ain't complaining'" He usually slept on couches. "Thanks"
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Posted: Tue May 03, 2011 4:07 am
"Alright, help yourself if you change your mind... I- Oh-" Izumi finally looked at a clock; How did it get so late? "Good night, Jerome." She yawned again while she turned and walked into the room Wheatley had disappeared into, flicking a switch turning off the lights in the front room, and closing the door behind her, but not locking it. There was no reason to lock her bedroom door in her mind; Nice people weren't going to do anything bad, and Jerome was nice.
Behind the door a light flicked on, some shuffling sounds wandered out, most likely Izumi changing into pajamas, and then the light turned off and everything was quiet.
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Posted: Tue May 03, 2011 4:16 am
As Izumi walked into her own room, Jerome shifted himself over and sat down on the much softer sofa, placing his elbows on either knee, and sitting int he darkness for a while.
This was a little surreal, and this was coming from a guy who was used to strange s**t happening all over the place.
He woke up last in a medic bed in a giant Team Rocket tower...yet this is what he found most odd.
Tilting his head to glance over at the door where Izumi was behind, clearly. He gave a soft grunt, and carefully leaned himself back so that he was laying on his back, dropping his hoodie in the ground next to him, his hand falling onto a bandaged chest.
Bro' hovered in the air over the coffee table, watching with something of a board expression, arms crossed over his chest.
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Posted: Tue May 03, 2011 8:22 pm
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - A few hours after the sun came up, Izumi's door opened and the girl walked drowsily across the front room, completely ignoring the man on the couch, and into her kitchen. Her bright blue hair was let down, hanging down below her shoulders, covering the back of a beige nightshirt that reached to her mid-thigh. There were a few beeping sounds and steady whirring while some pots and pans were clanked around, not long after the smell of bacon and the sound of frying came wafting out of the kitchen.
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Posted: Tue May 03, 2011 10:56 pm
When it came to sleeping, Jerome was a very light sleeper, throughout his life, he had gotten used to waking up several times at night, from noises usually, or just from habit.
So by the time Izumi had opened her room door, Jerome had his eyes open, about to sit up when a sharp pain spiked through his chest, keeping him down with a slight grunt.
He glanced over instead, blinking when he saw a barely awake Izumi making her way into the kitchen, wearing... nothing more than a T-shirt.
... She probably forgot he was there.
She vanished into the kitchen, and seemed to be cooking.
Jerome took his time in sitting up, and putting his feet on the ground, scratching the shaved side of his head, uncertain of what to do.
"What time is it?" He deep voice, raised a little in hopes she would hear him... remember he was there.
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Posted: Tue May 03, 2011 11:05 pm
"Oh!" There was a surprised, slightly amused reply, if she'd forgotten he was there, she remembered now. "Hold on-" More beeping, an egg shell breaking, more frying, something popped up in a toaster. "Um- Nine A.M." Izumi answered from the kitchen. "How do you like your scrambled eggs?" She called a few moments later. "Oh- and ketchup. Do you like ketchup on your eggs?"
Izumi certainly didn't seem to mind that Jerome was in her home, even if she'd forgotten in her half-asleep stupor, and most likely would not be calling the police about a breaking and entering or attempted robbery; If she was, she was the most polite victim ever, fixing breakfast for an intruder.
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Posted: Tue May 03, 2011 11:39 pm
Bro' floated up next to Jerome, wearing an expression that showed he was still half asleep himself, though the smell of food was quickly waking the Gangar up.
Well, she knew he was here, her reply on that time, that he didn't really haddn't needed in the first place.
He frowned a bit at her question about how he wanted his eggs... she was making him breakfast?
He comes into her shop in the middle of the night, bleeds all over the place and freaks her out, and is now being given breakfast after getting a place to sleep for the night...
"Uh... whatever really" he replied "sure, Ketchup, thats cool."
He glanced over at Bro' when the Gangar piped up with his own "GAR!"
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Posted: Tue May 03, 2011 11:58 pm
After Jerome said yes to the ketchup there was a loud 'ptbht' and a squirting sound, followed by "Oh no! Not that much!" More clanking, the angry whir of a garbage disposal, and another egg being cracked.
Izumi came out of the kitchen holding a plate with bacon, scrambled eggs topped with ketchup, and a toaster-waffle. "Here you go, Jerome. Do you want a drink? We've got milk, juice, and water." She said cheerfully.
The white Beldum finally floated slowly out of Izumi's room, making a wobbly line for the kitchen, where there was probably a bowl of pokemon food waiting for him.
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Posted: Wed May 04, 2011 12:12 am
Jerome was in the process of pulling his shoes back onto his feet, when Izumi came back out, being careful with his movements, but doing his best not to show that he was hindered.
Elbows draped over his knees when she came back in bringing him a plate of eggs and bacon.
He stared at the plate for a while, It had been some time since he had a breakfast that looked that good, even if it was pretty basic.
"Uh. Juice would be cool" He said, pushing himself to his feet "Need any help?"
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Posted: Wed May 04, 2011 12:17 am
"No, we've got it." She said cheerfully as she turned and went back into the kitchen. It wasn't long before she came out with two glasses of juice being held between her chest and her arm, and a plate in her free hand. She set her plate down on the coffee table and handed one of the glasses to Jerome. "How did you sleep? A-are you feeling okay today?" She asked as she started to dig into her breakfast.
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Posted: Wed May 04, 2011 12:27 am
He leaned back when she felt, reaching down to pluck up one of the Bacon pieces, biting into it while he waited.
It wasn't to long though before she came back, and he reached out to accept his glass.
"Yeah, slept fine." as fine as Jerome could sleep, especially with a chest was was stabbing him all night.
He lifted a hand to the bandage on his bare chest, picking at it a bit as if wanting to see if he was healed yet.
"Feelin' fine, it don't bother me that much." He shrugged it off lightly. "How bout you?"
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