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 Posted: Tue Dec 18, 2012 12:13 am
 CHILDName: Lucas Gender: Male Pokemon: Raichu Stage: Child Player: jayoku Artist: jayoku This journal belongs to jayoku, please don't post without permission.
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Posted: Tue Dec 18, 2012 12:14 am
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Posted: Tue Dec 18, 2012 12:15 am
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Posted: Tue Dec 18, 2012 12:17 am
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Posted: Sat Dec 22, 2012 12:58 pm
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Posted: Sat Dec 22, 2012 1:00 pm
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Posted: Sat Dec 22, 2012 7:03 pm
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Posted: Sat Dec 22, 2012 7:05 pm
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Posted: Sat Dec 22, 2012 7:48 pm
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Posted: Sat Dec 22, 2012 9:05 pm
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Posted: Sat Dec 22, 2012 9:13 pm
Reserved for PD between Cthulthlu and Lucas
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Posted: Sat Dec 22, 2012 9:35 pm
Rp with Conrad and Lucas
Maybe it was the fact that Connie was not the best at calling attention to the makeshift stand of his, to convince people to try their hand at a game of cards when their opposition of Bad Luck had the upper hand, or maybe people were just overly cautious. Nevertheless, the teenaged poké-human was not having much luck in scraping together any customers. Well, at least not usually until it got darker, but many of those that came out during the twilight hours were not the most stable of individuals. If he wasn't in absolute dire need for the cash, he was going to pack up before the angry drunks came out on the prowl of the city streets.
It was early afternoon yet, and quite possibly the warmest part of an otherwise frosty day. Maybe it wasn't quite cold enough for it to snow, but it was almost enough to turn a person's breath visible. "And here I forgot my scarf..." Connie mused, flipping a ten of diamonds around on the table to preoccupy himself.
Lucas was watching the man the strange pokemon man who was similar to him and yet so very different. For one he was..older, second he was a different species of pokemon. Lucas clutched his stuffed piggy to his chest, weighing the situation and wondering if this man would be his next meal ticket. Tilting his head he looked the man over again, at the stand and then tried to plot out his next move.
It only took a couple of minutes but he went to water his eye's giving himself small shocks to cause pain and once the tears where flowing he rubbed one eye and then started to sniffle. Moving slowly he was looking around as if he was lost and accidentally bumped into the others tables, falling over and landing on his bum. The water works really began this time as he began crying in earnest.
While Connie may have seen the child moving out of the corner of his eye, the lack of activity throughout the day on the city streets convinced the tauros to not hold too much hope to anyone approaching his side-street operation. It was probably because it was the holiday season that nobody had the courage to test their luck, saving their hard-earned money for gifts for their family or a fanciful holiday dinner. When sales were going on at every shop, it made it a bit harder for little games like his to pass for consideration. He'd probably have to wait until after the new year for business to pick up, but at least he still had his temporary warehouse job in the meantime or he'd probably not be eating.
The table collision caused Connie to fumble with the card and drop it over the edge of the surface, giving the teen more than one reason to peer over to the other side. "Good grief, kid, you okay? You hurt?" he coughed out on instinct before he even saw the tears pouring down the child's face, or took note that this was no ordinary kid. Quickly, he moved to the other side and crouched down, offering a hand, "That was quite the tumble! What's wrong?" With the amount of moisture under the raichu's eyes, it was apparent he had been crying before he even hit the table.
Lucas used the back of his hand to wipe his eyes and his runny nose, looking up at the voice on cue mind you, spoke to him out of concern he looked up and at the question he nodded his head and then shook his head and then gave the man a look of confusion.
"I..I'm l..lost.." He managed in his adorable young boy voice. Looking over his limbs there were unfortunately no scratches or better yet blood. But he was still sniffling as if something pained him. "I...I think..I hu...rt my...elbow...i..is there b..blood?" He inquired with large eyes his ears dropped low
Lost, huh? Well... the teen hadn't really been doing anything productive as it was, so he had plenty of opportunity to help this kid out. "If you're lost, I can help you look for something or someone you recognize. I've been down here long enough to know... at least a few landmarks," he stated warmly, keeping his voice even so as not to scare the poor child any further than he already was.
Retracting the offered hand, Connie thought it better to check the raichu-child's elbow out before risking a pull on it that may harm it further. He winced at the explanation, though; he was certainly no doctor, and knew little in the field of medicine. He could treat scrapes, sure, but not sprains or breaks. Luckily, that didn't seem to be the case when the child showed him the area of injury, but the tauros-teen was careful about examining it nonetheless. "Well, you didn't scrape it up, so luckily there's no blood. Your sleeves probably saved you from that. There's no immediate bruising, so it doesn't seem to be anything major," he made preliminary observation, moving his head around the limb more than he was moving the arm itself, "Where exactly does it hurt? You may have bruised it, but you might not be able to tell until it shows up." He was not going to doubt the child's pain, for there wasn't much of a need or point to.
Lucas knew this guy had fallen for it, and he was glad he could keep the charade going and keep it up very will fooling the Tauros man. Nodding his head at the explanation he sniffled again before he shifted and showed the man his piggy toy. The eye on the head had popped off you could see it hanging by a thread. "Pigwett is hurt too.." He managed acting perhaps bit too young for his age. But hey there were lots of crybabies around and he figured he could pretend to be one very well. As for finding where he was suppose to go..well he would figure it out soon enough where they were going to go. Somewhere that had food preferably. "Can...you ...fix..it?"
Connie blinked, for the first time noticing the stuffed animal at the child's side. The eye button's string seemed to have been frayed from use, not anything that was caused by the collision. Despite the raichu's comment seeming a bit out of place, there was still no reason to question it. After all, maybe he had even gotten lost simply by looking for a place to mend his inanimate friend's injury; Connie really couldn't say, and it didn't matter regardless. "I can see that, you both seem to have a few war wounds from this little adventure of yours!" he commented with a smile, "I can do the best I can with what I have available, but I am not a nurse nor a tailor. Now, let's get you both up. Who should I be fixing first?"
While Connie had helped the child up by the torso, he was very careful about it should he bump any other sore spots -- sometimes it helped being over six feet tall and literally built like an ox. "Who should I be 'fixing' first?" he asked, pulling himself back behind the counter to locate something that may be of some use. There HAD to be something... To counter any awkward silence as he searched, the teen kept light conversation, "My name's Connie. Do you have a name, kid?"
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