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Post by DR-@@GON on Dec 11, 2011 19:41:50 GMT -5
e v a n h a r p s Evan wandered down the path to the Ranger Station with his Houndour walking along next to him. Both of them were exhausted from the trip they'd taken so far from the village. At least they were finally here. Evan rubbed his eyes and sniffed from a slight cold as he finally approached the fork in the road with the sign pointing between the Ranger Station and Lab. Pfft, everyone went to the Lab these days. Feeling rebellious, he meandered towards the Ranger Station to get himself a Pokémon there.
Upon reaching the enormous tent, he wasn't really surprised to find that there weren't any Rangers standing outside it. He stood there for about a minute, practically falling asleep before realizing that there was still no one there. What were they doing, circlejerking in there? "Where's the fucking service around here, you lazy asses?" Evan shouted loudly, inwardly amused at the audacity with which he said that.
{ Pyre }
get o u t of my way TUNES|| Darlene Love - Winter Wonderland TAGS|| Evan, Mods <3 TALK|| LOLOLO
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Post by Sp❣rit on Dec 12, 2011 0:04:19 GMT -5
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::Gothitelle:: Ranger Nort and Latex
The tent was rather empty; perhaps there was some kind of Christmas event going on that distracted them all? No, that couldn't be it. It was way too early for that to be the case. Turns out that all of them left to audition for some "Trainers Gone Wild" reality show that was being set up, with posters hanging on the cupboards as proof.
It was the outside of the tent that was more interesting anyways, as the only people inside were simply volunteers that were keeping guard of the stuff for the day. A loud, terrifying honk came from outside as a large white van pulled up in front of the tent. An ominous figure from the other side of the front door's window could be seen, with his beard's outline visibly seen as the window slowly lowered itself down. Down. Down. "You. With the packing ass." Nort's gruff voice called out to Evan, who he saw not that long ago. In fact, his van crept silently the entire time as Evan wandered to the ranger station.
"In the van." He ordered, pressing a button that slowly slid the back door open side-ways as in invitation for the younger man. It was nice and warm inside, but it definitely was not moist. "I'll help you in ways they can't." He seemed serious about what he was saying, as if none of it was possibly a sexual innuendo. In the passenger seat beside him was a bored looking Gothitelle that stared at Evan in boredom. She was more interested in Pokemon than humans, but he wasn't a bad looking specimen.
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Post by DR-@@GON on Dec 12, 2011 1:46:25 GMT -5
e v a n h a r p s Evan groaned with impatience and rubbed his eyes with one hand, clearly annoyed with this poor show of the rangers. He didn't know what they were doing, but he knew he'd come at an hour when the place was supposed to be open. What was the deal with this? Even I'd do a better job. He thought to himself. Ooh, that was actually a good idea. Maybe he could volunteer as a ranger next time he came by for some extra cash.
Suddenly a loud honk jarred him out of his thoughts, and he looked straight at the white van with an extra annoyed look on his face. Pyre barked at the van, but Evan made no move to silence her. As he watched, the dark window of the van slowly lowered and he could see the hideous, hairy face of the man staring at him. He wasn't scared, but it creeped him the hell out.
"Packing ass..?" He nearly choked on his laugh as he chuckled at that one. "What do you want, pops?" He continued. Then he was ordered to get in the van. He directed his gaze at the van as a door slowly slid open. Pretty high tech for a creeper like him. "You expect me to trust you, with your fucking pedostache?" He stared at the man, narrowing one eye in scrutiny. He didn't notice that the Gothitelle was staring at him. Pyre did, however, and the dog stared at the Gothitelle with a suspicious gaze.
::houndour:: {Pyre}
get o u t of my way TUNES|| Zee Avi - No Christmas For Me TAGS|| Evan, Mods <3 TALK|| XD Just keep bothering him and he'll go in, YOU CAN DO IT NORT :C
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Post by Sp❣rit on Dec 12, 2011 13:54:24 GMT -5
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Ranger Nort and Latex
Nort stared at Evan seriously as the joking male had many reasonable doubts about going into the suspicious white van of a man with a very funky green beard. He seemed to be processing why his victim wouldn't be so compelled to jump into the van without a single thought, but he figured that he just needed to show the more provocative goods in order to get a positive reaction to him. "Don't talk about the 'stache." He said quickly, not wanting it to get offended or anything. It was a precious gift from God, that one.
Latex rolled her eyes at Nort's performance, expecting that she was probably going to be used to lure his new squeeze into the van. That was fine and all, but she got bored if she didn't get anything out of it. The Houndour was watching her, which made her quickly feel silly and made her wink at the suspicious pooch. <How you doin'?> Her voice purred at him, teasing him because of his distrustful nature.
Nort suddenly lowered all of the windows in his van and turned the volume up to max on his speakers, and not long after that a familiar song began to blast in the background. Thighs like what, what. Baby move your butt, butt. Let me see that thong. He nodded his head to the beat as he grinned at Evan again and turned the microphone on in his van, which would've made him easy to hear over the music. "I have STARTER PAAAACKS. If you act now, you can get candy too!" Oh yes, it wasn't the 'rare' kind, but it was just as delicious. He tossed the starter pack into the back seat as bait for Evan to claim, knowing that the party van was hard to resist now.
"Kid if you don't get in right now I'm going to start using the oil." He finally said, if Evan was STILL being stubborn about this entire thing. Then the trainer was going to be in deep shit if that ended up happening. So...what would it be?
Taunts with "candy" x 5 x 3 x1 x 1 x 1 x 1
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Post by DR-@@GON on Dec 13, 2011 1:59:28 GMT -5
e v a n h a r p s "Pffft." Evan grinned at the man's discomfort with having his stache be made fun of. But it was so hideous and green and freaking everywhere. How could he even see past it? As he stood there, amused by the unfolding situation, he saw the windows of the van lower themselves. Suddenly a blast of a hilariously familiar song reached his ears, causing him to stifle another scornful laugh. He really had nothing to say to this, though, until he heard the booming voice from the mic ringing above the din of the music.
He was offering him something called a starter pack, apparently. He hadn't heard of it, but he got a good look at it when the old man tossed the bag onto the seat. Curiosity and a hunger for the free stuff beckoned Evan closer in spite of himself. He sped up when the man threatened to use the 'oil' or something. "Fine!" He shouted, but it probably wasn't audible over the loud, loud music. He climbed into the seat, grabbing the free stuff and looking in to verify that it was actual items. Okay, good. He could trust the guy a little more now.
Pyre flinched when the Gothitelle took notice of her, ears leaning back a bit. <..fine.> She growled coldly. When the music came on, she cringed from the noise but managed to keep her composure unreadable. Reluctantly, she followed Evan to the strange car, not bothering to consult with him about it since she wouldn't be heard over the din anyway. She climbed onto her trainer's lap, whining a bit with anxiety.
::houndour:: {Pyre (F) 1}
get o u t of my way TUNES|| None TAGS|| Evan, Mods <3 TALK|| XDD
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Post by Sp❣rit on Dec 13, 2011 14:22:49 GMT -5
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Ranger Nort and Latex
As soon as the Thong Song started to die out with both Pokemon and trainer inside of the van, settling down nicely in the warmth provided, the mic was turned off as the doors and windows closed. Ah, now it was getting a little warmer now. His beard almost looked as if icicles were growing on them as a new song started to play with heavy bass. Nort had a creepy grin on his face each time the singer said butt naked, as if he was enjoying some thoughts of his own as the van rumbled off over where the hills stretched for miles.
It was all Ranger Property, leading off until the end of the region. Pretty fancy, he had to admit. Latex was still bored, but cracked a small and dainty smile that threatened to leave with a single breath at the Houndour's reply. <It's almost over. You'll be fine.> She commented with a sigh, staring out the window since it was more interesting than the song playing.
Then BUMP. Like whoa, did they hit something? Nort grunted as he heard a scream very faintly as he drove over Canicus, some old character that no one really remembered. He stopped for once, leaving the van running with Latex up front as he closed the front door behind him and glanced at the wheels. Well, you didn't want to know the gory details about this encounter. There was an injured Dwebble under his wheels though, just barely hanging on with a slimmer of life after getting run over. "Ugh. Don't look at me like that." He said with a whimper, before capturing the Dwebble out of pity. As he slipped back into the van, he tossed Evan the Pokeball with a grim look on his face. "My mission is done. I can leave you here in the middle of nowhere, if you'd like." He suggested, finger inching closer to the 'open door' button to just ditch Evan with a potential dead body.
::dwebble:: Level 3 Sturdy|Shell Armor Fury Cutter|Spikes Quirk: Fear of cars
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Post by DR-@@GON on Dec 13, 2011 20:14:15 GMT -5
e v a n h a r p s Evan hardly reacted as the song changed, segueing into something with a heavy bass and chill vocals, although the lyrics, he realized, were pretty explicit. He hadn't heard the song before, but he already liked it, planning on getting it on his ipod once he was free from this old man's creepy van. Head nodded to the beat as he remained silent, scratching the Pyre's neck and ears every once in a while to reassure the unsettled pup. Pyre made no response to the Gothitelle, coldly ignoring her as she gazed out the window at the rolling hills and foliage.
Suddenly the entire vehicle jarred tremulously, and Evan perceived a cry of pain that ended rather sharply. Cold horror etched on his face, he reached straight for the window and looked down, fearing the sight of a body. "Fuck, is someone dead?" Evan interjected as the moustached man climbed out without a word to check the damages. He would've gotten out himself, but the guy hadn't opened the side doors, so he was trapped inside. Pyre smelled the scent of blood and whined a bit, only emphasizing the cold chills that ran down Evan's spine. This man was an utter loon.
Suddenly a pokeball hit him in the face, and he reacted quickly, securing the ball with both hands. The look on his face suggested that he'd seen terrible things. At the offer, Evan was silent for a moment, thinking about it. And then nopenopenope. "Fuck no. Fuck. No. J-just drive me back." He asked, certain that he'd see something disgusting if he went out there. Besides, it would be a hell of a long walk back if he could even remember the tips and turns of the path they'd taken.
::houndour:: {Pyre (F) 1}
get o u t of my way TUNES|| Shaggy - It Wasn't Me ft. Ricardo Ducent TAGS|| Evan, Mods <3 TALK|| LOL
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Post by Sp❣rit on Dec 14, 2011 1:59:36 GMT -5
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Ranger Nort and Latex
Probably a wise choice for Evan, choosing to avoid the horror of the sights that Nort had witnessed outside. He nearly killed two creatures that day, but he refused to mention a word about it to him. Instead he left the music eerily off as he changed gears in the van and started to drive off. Latex didn't seem to care about what was going on, no longer suspicious of her trainer's ways as she chose to always look the other way. She shook her head in disappointment and pretended to look asleep in the front seat to avoid being talked to.
Which was fine, because who liked talking when a certain kind of Latex was being used? No one, they wanted action. Or sleep, yeah. That works too. She shivered as Nort suddenly stopped the van in front of the Ranger Station, making it lurch forward and probably twisting a few stomachs as the side door slowly opened up to allow Evan and his Houndour to escape.
"Don't...ever talk about what you witnessed here." Nort said in the most serious and somber voice he could muster, not looking at Evan until after he let his sentence hang in the air. His stare was scary as hell, and it was probably for the best not to question it.
FLEE?
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Post by DR-@@GON on Dec 15, 2011 20:33:52 GMT -5
e v a n h a r p s Evan's hands rested on his stomach as a feeling of dread sank through him. Fortunately the man didn't question his decision, resulting in a drive back that felt longer than it actually was. He was itching to get out of the car, especially in those first few seconds of driving, hearing the squelch of what he didn't know was flesh and blood under the tires. Pyre gave a few subtle whines during the entire trip, quite anxious herself. She had more reason to be, since she actually knew that something outside the car had gotten hurt.
Eventually the car came to a sudden stop, making Evan's stomach perform a front flip. Pyre went silent. Nort's voice slithered into both their ears, warning them not to talk, and just then he turned around. Those eyes, those CREEPY EYES were boring into his soul, communicating subtle threats to him. He nodded; he knew this feeling before, and experience told him to just agree. He grabbed Pyre in his arms and leapt out of the van, starting in a walk but soon running to get the hell away from the horrible man.
::houndour:: { PYRE (F) 1 }
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get o u t of my way TUNES|| The Irish Rovers - Good King Wenceslas TAGS|| Evan, Mods <3 TALK|| <33
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