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 Posted: Sun Oct 10, 2010 7:36 pm
No, for your information, this has nothing to do with a poor Rocket Grunt's groin in correlation with some kind of projectile.
"Oh my Arceus, Soran- AHH!"
And there went a poor merchant's fruit stall as the splinters of wood and produce cascaded into the air and crunched violently under the tires of the stolen motorbike. The poor man fell to his knees in anguish and pelted a mouthful of curses towards the teal haired man as he went zooming off, his blubbering sister behind him wailing in fright.
Lennyka Patrissia Dinkley had went out to town trying to pick up some much needed essentials for the day. However, she chose to leave her partnered Charizard at the base to prevent any damage from happening while she was out. Yet, that meant she needed some kind of transportation back to TR Headquarters. She (unfortunately) decided to turn to aid from her brother. However, she never expected him to come pick her up in a motorcycle.
"Where did you get this?" she asked, eying the two wheeled contraption up and down.
"Stole it." replied Sorano simply. "I know yer gonna ask anotha question an' all, so jus' shaddup an' hop on. I gots ta get ya back 'ome a'fore tha' fuzz catches up ta me."
"Ah, Sorano, really, I don't think-"
"Jus' shaddup an' get on, ya braidtail wearin' fool!"
You see, Sorano had not driven a motorcycle for quite some time. His talent, as you can see from the before incident, was more than just rusty. The teal haired Rocketeer was driving around everywhere in Campheron besides the path home. He had nearly ran into a large handful of people and deftly avoided crunching a poor Psyduck under his wheel. All the while, poor, poor Lennyka was screaming her lungs off.
Yet, their little trek came to a halt as Sorano pulled up to a mini mart and forced the shaken Lennyka off the bike to fetch him something to drink. Ah, he hadn't had so much fun in so long. Too bad the poor baby was reaching her limit, its tank was nearly empty. Damn.
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Posted: Mon Oct 11, 2010 5:20 pm
The Mini mart chosen by the duo 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.
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 opening of the Mini Mart's door caused Abby to glance in the direction, taking in Lennyka's form as she entered the store. 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 og 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 oft 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 leaving the shop.
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