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Post by nataliee on Apr 20, 2008 11:44:03 GMT -5
The building was an immaculate structure of stone and brick, founded on what seemed to be a rural, but still rather cute part of town. The day was brilliant, a perfect combination of sunlight and a faint breeze. There were no clouds to be seen other than the cat-shaped one hovering directly above the building. A picturesque spring day. The scene seemed a bit too perfect. Luckily, Jacey Rae was here to dysfunctionalize the entire area.
This part of town isn't so bad. Haven't seen a porn shop in miles.. Jacey Rae strutted down the sidewalk, her long red hair, was brushed thoroughly, as if dressed for the occasion. Jacey Rae looked almost pretty in a strappy gray tank top, paired off with a comfortable pair of destroyed navy jeans. Her foot ware remained the same, the desperate, blood-orange Chuck Taylors. Since it was the middle of the day, and Jacey was sufficiently fabulous, a smile was blatant on her lips.
As she neared the museum, Jacey Rae's pace quickened. From what her travel guide had told her, this museum was supposed to contain artifacts of ancient Pokémon. Not that Jacey Rae really cared, but she had woken up bored, and unimaginative this morning and decided to pay the rural part of town a visit.
Jacey Rae entered the front door, and removed 50 poke money from her rear pocket. Jacey paid the woman duly, and offered a chipper smile. The woman eyed Jacey nervously, as if she knew what she were capable of, but allowed her entrance nonetheless.
Walking inside, Jacey was greeted with air-conditioning, and the faint smell of stale air. Smiling to herself, Jacey walked to the first exhibit. Prepared to learn, and juiced up enough to keep her mouth shut. For now..
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Post by Sprite on Apr 20, 2008 12:10:14 GMT -5
"Shh..." Roran growled towards the Pichu at his side. He just had to bring Pichu, the loudest and most obnoxious Pokémon. Thankfully the people who worked her, let him stay out of his pokeball even after he knocked over the cave-man exibit. Roran bonked Pichu square in the head with a frown over his face. Roran's eyes widened as he saw a smirk appear on the Pichu. He knew what it was about to say.
<Could've had a v8,> Pichu said quite loudly. He was shushed once more by Roran. That's what he got for being loud. Pichu gave him a pout before declaring, <You're boring. I'm going to go look at my ancestors.> "Look at ancestors" was secretly codeword for 'finding Kuro and trying to piss him off'. Find Kuro is what he did. The vulpix greeted him with a scowl.
Roran looked back to the book infront of him. There were multiple book on the desk he was sitting at. The part of the museum he was in, functioned a lot like a library. And thank goodness there was a cafe nearby. A drink and snack was on the desk along with the books. Each book was different. Some were research for his professorly job and then the rest were for his own journey that he was on. He still had to learn to cook pokefood, take care of eggs, and breed properly. There was just so much to learn.
He looked over to his right. There were three chairs, each had an egg on it. He'd gotten three eggs from his breeding but he still had no clue what to do with them. Give them away, keep them, sell them? He grabbed a research book and began to read. It was so boring and so interesting at the same time. He couldn't help but look up from time to time to see how his team was doing.
Dawn, a skitty, was with Shinx. She had apparently taken a liking to him. Together they were looking at exhibits. The one they were looking at currently was undersea ancient Pokémon. Roran's eyes trailed to the next part of his team. Kenji, a growlithe, was with Kaila, a dratini. He was very protective of her for some reason. They were just walking around at the moment, reading some random signs. But what caught Roran's attention was Pichu and Kuro. The vulpix and Pichu were fighting yet again. Embers and Thundershocks were being sent everywhere.
Roran slammed his book down, causing a strange echo, and ran over to his two trouble makers. "If you two don't stop fighting I'll....I'll" Oh shoot he had nothing. He picked up Kuro, knowing that Pichu wouldn't be able to reach him.
<Oh, look. Now the short little girly can't reach me,> Kuro teased as he shot one last ember down at Pichu. This naturally caused Pichu to get pissed off. In his anger, he accidentally let out a thundershock, shocking Roran in the proccess. Roran merely stumbled back and snarled towards the two.
"You two are making me look like a terrible professor. The only reason they haven't kicked us out yet is because I need to do all this research," Roran didn't really know how to punish his Pokémon. That was what made him incapable of handling them correctly. He was so frustrated that the relief he felt as Kenji walked over was imaginable. Their team was a family. Roran was the mom and Kenji was the dad. Roran went back to his desk as he let Kenji take care of things. The growlithe sure knew how to put things back in control.
"Your dad is my savior..." Roran spoke to the three eggs.
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Post by nataliee on Apr 20, 2008 20:00:29 GMT -5
ooc; xDDDDD BWAHAHA. i just about died, when the pichu was all, 'coulda had a v8'. <33333 kay. now back to me making an inadequate post. 83
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Hrmm. Two big hairy ape-like creatures stood before Jacey Rae, scratching their heads like the idiots they were. They were naked, to Jacey Rae's obvious distaste, and they were stationed in positions that concealed their goodies. Which would most likely look like a miniature model of a lagoon, or some sort of mushroom forest-- by Jacey's reasoning.
"We originated from these shit-eaters?" [no pun intended] Jacey received a few disapproving scowls from the people standing beside her. Each of them leaving with a huff. Jacey looked at the empty spaces they left behind. Rolling her eyes in dulled response, Jacey Rae moved onto the next exhibit. The big flying thing with teeth.
It was a re-created model of an Aerodactyl, and pieced together masterfully. It loomed over the crowd, it's bony wings outstretched in full-span, a massive shadow casting haunting shadows on the floor. Jacey Rae shuddered in response. Jacey Rae shifted nervously, rubbing her arms in an attempt to soothe the prickling goose-pimples. But she heard what sounded like static, and a din of astonishment and whispers. Craning her neck, Jacey Rae couldn't help but notice the commotion around the library section of the first floor.
Tiny, bright lights flew from the vicinity-- electricity. Curiousity besting her better judgment, Jacey Rae began to stroll over to the area, ignoring the people pushing past her to escape the scene. The first thing that caught Jacey Rae's attention was the tiny yellow mouse thing. Or, the tiny yellow mouse thing that had caused for attention to her period. Of course, Jacey Rae would have never seen the resemblance if it hadn't been for the signature blue goggles strapped to it's head. If that little bugger was here, than so was it's trainer. Mister baby-genius himself. And there he was, Roran, the friendly, girlish, and patient professor, cradling a Vulpix.
Proceeding without a second thought, Jacey Rae began striding over to the professor, happy to see a semi-familiar face. But before she tapped him on the shoulder, Jacey stopped as the young man bent over to speak to the three eggs. What the..?
"Your dad is my savior..." Jacey Rae couldn't help but chortle.
"This may shock you.. But I'm starting to think those eggs aren't capable of hearing. What with the lack of ears and all." Jacey Rae quickly decided that she didn't give a shit whether or not he pissed his pants at seeing her again, her being so close to his ear, or her sneaking up on him. Either way, the reaction was going to be priceless.
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Post by Sprite on Apr 21, 2008 6:40:25 GMT -5
Roran wasn't really accustomed to suprises. Normally people came from the front, not behind. Either that or completely left him alone. Even worse, he was a bit of a scaredy cat, or as Jacey would probably put it a 'piss-pants'. The one thing that scared him more than insects or snakes was suprise. People jumping out of the corners and yelling 'boo' was what really got him. So naturally when Jacey merely appeared, he had to react over the top.
His mouth shot open and he let out a high-pitched scream. He flipped around imediately after his little screaming frenzy was over and looked at her. "Shit." Roran obviously was not the one to swear. He pretty much NEVER swore. Suprise came onto his face as the word slipped out of his lips. Why the heck had she scared him like that? Didn't she know that he was already close to being kicked out? A frown tried to find his way onto his face but didn't appear. He couldn't frown at her.
"You're that trainer...Jacey Rae Sparrow" Well there was two ways he knew her name. One was simply that she had shouted to the lab, and the other was that he was the one who had taken care of her region registration. "I'm Roran. Nice to meet you." He decided to ignore the whole egg dealio for now. Instead he just held out his hand. A smirk was forming inside his mind. Heck, he wasn't going to let her ruin his day. He'd be all disturbingly happy just to try and piss her off.
OoC// Bleh. Gotta go so sorry for the idiocy.
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Post by nataliee on Apr 22, 2008 18:43:38 GMT -5
ooc; omggg. the girly giggle. <333 PRICELESS. xDD
Suddenly, Jacey Rae felt as if her ribcage was trying to suffocate her. Long, snorty giggles erupted from her mouth and she shut her eyes as tears began to burn behind them. Had he just screamed? Like a girl? Jacey Rae clutched her stomach as the bubbles of painful laughter seemed endless. Inhaling deeply, Jacey Rae attempted to soothe her spastic diaphragm. Rather, she calmed down to tearful hiccups. "Oh my God.." She managed through a series of choking hiccups. "I have never heard a boy scream like that.. You have some serious puberty issues there, friend. Either that, or you need to go to a doctor to have those ovaries removed." Jacey Rae was quivering now, not from the extreme amounts of caffeine she literally inhaled earlier, but the lack of oxygen her brain seemed to be deprived of.
Wiping away a tear, and ignoring the profanity Roran accidentally let slip, Jacey Rae shoved her hands in her pockets and looked at Roran meekly; her cheeks cherry red, and her eyes gleaming. [ugh. extreme run-on sentence there. please ignore. DDx]
Chuckling softer now, Roran's voice seemed unfazed, as if he hadn't just squealed like a sexed-up prostitute.
"I'm Roran. Nice to meet you."
Jacey Rae was about to remind him that they had met before, but was cutoff as he offered his hand. Jacey leered at it as if he offered her a dead fish. Instead, she ignored it. "Are you right-handed? If you are, then put that nasty thing away and save it for later. Otherwise, it's nice to meet you Roran." Jacey Rae extended her left hand, pushing away the images of Roran wiping his posterior from her mind. "So.. what are you doing here? Not to sound all snooty or anything."
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Post by Sprite on Apr 22, 2008 18:56:14 GMT -5
Roran was fixed upon not letting her ruin his day. He wouldn't allow anything she said phase him. Well he'd try to atleast. Naturally he felt hurt when she talked about his scream. Roran was a...sensitive boy. Tears would have formed along his eyes if he hadn't been so strung up on pissing her off. "What if I am a girl? Issues like that don't concern you." His serious tone suprised even himself. She was making him act quite out of character.
He looked to his held out hand and then to her. "Are you retarded? This is my left hand." More insults. It made him feel so dirty. He never called anybody the R-word before. He bit his lip as he felt it quiver slightly under all this pressure. So much tension was building up that he felt like he was bound to collapse any moment. So naturally, he had to snap under all this newfound pressure.
"I'M SORRY!" he blurted out. "I didn't mean to act all rude or call you the r-word." Sissy. He was obviously one of those do-gooders. He couldn't even bear to be mean. "But I would appreciate it if you were a bit nicer yourself," he added on innocently and politely. There were no visible tears in his eyes, but they were still watery, giving them an adorably sweet look. Well, it would be adorable if it were on a girl.
He tried to regain himself, without looking even more feminine. "Oh. I have to be here for research. I'm not really all that smart. The professors are all away and needed a replacement. Since my father is a professor in a different region, they thought I'd be okay for the job." Realising he was talking a bit too much, he shut his mouth instantly. He didn't want to give her another reason to insult him.
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Post by nataliee on Apr 22, 2008 19:35:49 GMT -5
"What if I am a girl? Issues like that don't concern you."
Meowww.
Jacey Rae quickly realized this was out-of-character for the normally quirky and friendly professor and felt a pang of guilt slam against her gut. Now, usually she wouldn't care what others thought of her. Simply because she was a bitch. But, Jacey Rae somewhat felt sorry for the boy.. He had always been kind to her-- obnoxiously so.. and she had obviously speared through a rather tender spot. So Jacey Rae decided she wouldn't honor his retort with a snarkie comment. Rather she stood there and stared at him as if he was a strange creature. Much better.
"Are you retarded? This is my left hand."
Meowww. Again.
Jacey Rae blinked. Retard? Really? She looked down. Hunh. He did have the left hand extended. Jacey Rae shrugged, accepting the comment. That was a pretty bone-headed move. Most kids learned the difference between the two directions at the age of four or five. Although, Roran looked as though he had just called her a cracker. Or a firecrotch. He looked seriously scared that Jacey Rae was going to punch him. Naaah. She was only that irritable in the mornings. She opened her mouth to provide an apologetic excuse, but Roran beat her to the punch.
"I'M SORRY! I didn't mean to act all rude or call you the r-word. But I would appreciate it if you were a bit nicer yourself."
Jacey Rae bit back the urge to hug him. He looked so cute with his big bright eyes all watery and such. Like a big, emotional teddy-bear! But Jacey Rae quickly decided not to damage his ego any further. His words were disarming, and Jacey Rae's lips broke apart to reveal an ivory case of straight teeth into a smile. "Don't worry about it. I seem to have that sort of effect on people." Although, Jacey Rae made no response to his request of her kindness. Jacey Rae often didn't like to be accountable for her actions or words; therefore did not try to promise such a thing. Though, she did make a mental note of his sensitivity, and quickly reminded herself not to make light of his femininity..
"Oh. I have to be here for research. I'm not really all that smart. The professors are all away and needed a replacement. Since my father is a professor in a different region, they thought I'd be okay for the job."
Jacey Rae's head tilted in curiosity. "Seems like a pretty sweet gig to me if you're into that kinda stuff." She paused, as if a bigger question was needing to be asked. "Who's your dad?"
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Post by Sprite on Apr 26, 2008 13:48:26 GMT -5
There was something strange going on. She was smiling. He didn't really know how to react to that. One moment she was mean and now she was nice? Naturally, he wasn't going to buy it right away. Eyeing her suspiciously, he pulled out a wet-one. The cloth, commonly seen wiping the feces away from baby's butts, was something that Roran always carried around. Foul words made him feel dirty so he had the strange need to clean his hands as if just wiping away the word completely. He twitched slightly out of uncomfortable-ness as he wiped it over his fingers. Two bad words in one day. This surely wasn't one of his best.
"Your smile is pretty. You should show it more instead of going around all grumpy." It was another oddly polite statement. Roran had many things that he just had to do. One of those things was giving compliments. Compliments made most people feel better about themselves and Roran enjoyed nothing better than making people feel special. He tossed the wipe into a nearby trashcan and looked at her again. Not only was her smile pretty.
Wait. What was this? She was curious about his professorly job? Talking about himself wasn't really what he liked to do, but he would if she was truly curious. "My dad is Professor Willow. He's all the way over in the Dianto region." Why the heck did she care about his father? After that, he had no clue what to say. She made him feel all awkward. It was most likely her strange personality. "Uh...yeah." He shut his mouth tight as he realized what a stupid statement he had just added on.
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Post by nataliee on Apr 27, 2008 21:26:47 GMT -5
ooc; <3333 roran, is too freaking adorable. :3
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Jacey Rae's lips remained sealed as Roran meticulously removed the ammonia-soaked cloth from his pocket and wiped his fingers. As if removing his earlier outburst from his squeaky-clean outlook. Jacey Rae realized this made her look like one helluva landfill.
"Your smile is pretty. You should show it more instead of going around all grumpy."
Blink. Blink. Jacey Rae's stood there momentarily. Pretty? Had he seriously just called her pretty? Jacey couldn't help the delicate flutter than began to broil in the pits of her stomach. She couldn't think of anything witty, or rhetorical to say.. He had just complimented her.. The mean chick who claimed him to have lady-parts. Guilt then started attacking her with a mace and chain, barreling into her gut. Ugh. Why did he have to be so nice? This made being nasty to him so damn difficult. Why could he just get all pissed off and huff away like everyone else? Why was he so special? As thoughts whirred through her mind like bumblebees on crack-- Jacey Rae realized her smile must have contorted into a look of astonishment. Biting her lip after realizing she allowed a few moment of silence to pass by, looked up-- or straight ahead really-- and caught Roran's eyes. "Thanks.. You have, uh.. a pretty smile too." Jacey Rae quickly soothed the urge to slap herself across the face. Why did she have to sound so stupid saying that? God! She must have looked like a real dufus! Getting all worked up over a mere compliment. Jeez, you'da thunk he got down on one knee and proposed! Jacey Rae slowly realized that this was the first person who wasn't blood related to ever call her pretty. Jeez. That was pretty pathetic, huh? Jacey Rae was relieved when Roran raised his voice again, breaking the awkwardness of the previous conversation.
"My dad is Professor Willow. He's all the way over in the Dianto region."
Wherever the hell that was.. But Jacey Rae nodded politely, pretending she knew. Everything was hit and miss with this whole Pokémon gig. Although the name sounded faintly familiar, Jacey Rae made no further attempt to pry information out of him. Jacey Rae then scratched her arm absently. This place was just suffocating her. Fresh air was what she needed. And a serious injection of caffeine. You would have never thought this girl had just downed three energy drinks just an hour before. "Go, Professor Willow." Jacey Rae eased, the cool confidence slowly regaining control over her voice. "So, unless you have more havoc to wreak on this place.. you wanna go get some coffee or something? I thought this museum would be more interesting. It probably is.. but I kinda realized I don't really care. And I'm seriously craving a biscotti. So.. You in?"
Hah. There. You didn't make me totally fumble over my words again. Take that way-too-adorable, girly, but cool, baby-genius. Can't throw me off for long.
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Post by Sprite on Apr 28, 2008 19:56:43 GMT -5
OoC// Osht. Somebody called Roran adorable? Never got that before. Gay, yes. Adorable, never. Crap post by the way.
BiC//
There was something strange going on and it made Roran feel even more uncomfortable. She looked astonished that he actually had complimented her. Surely a girl like her would get compliments. Roran felt the awkwardness leave him completely as she offered him a compliment. "Thank you." His lips parted similar to how hers had to reveal his shiny teeth. Fun fact time. "I brush twice a day."
He suddenly realised something. She was asking him to join her for coffee. "Oh. I don't really like Coffee. It tastes yucky." Yesh. He said the word 'yucky'. Her confidence seemed to be back in her voice by what she was saying. How could she not care about this museum. It was filled to the brim with history. Learning new things was always fun. Atleast to Roran it was. What a second. She was craving a what? "What's a briscotty?" Leave it to Roran to say the word incorrectly.
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Post by nataliee on Apr 28, 2008 23:19:12 GMT -5
ooc; sorry for the lack of creativity. xDDD i need my, ehe, coffee.
"Thank you. I brush twice a day."
Jasey Rae found herself grinning back at him. God! This kid was more infectious than the plague! He was just so.. genuine. And sweet. It was slightly revolting-- but in a good way. Then she laughed, a soft, airy chuckle. But said nothing. Seeing as the only responses that appeared in her mind were dirty and quirky attempts at humor. Jasey Rae didn't test her ability to push the envelope on Roran.
Then, Roran did what he did best and broke the silence with his opinion of coffee. Nearly sending Jasey into a wild fit of screaming hysteria. Yucky? How dare he? Coffee was holiness reincarnated into a delicious, hot, jolting drink. Not.. yucky. More like.. amazingly perfect. Jasey Rae opened her lips to protest, but then Roran shocked her further.
"What's a briscotty?"
Jasey Rae couldn't help it.. she gasped. Her eyes grew wide, and her face lost all it's smug confidence. It was replaced with a bewildered horror. "Oh you poor, deprived child. You are so coming with me." Jasey Rae reached her hand out to get a grasp on his arm. Catching his eyes, she began to tug on his arm, as she made her way through the front doors. No wasn't an answer. This boy needed some serious medical attention. He had never had a biscotti.. A biscotti!
The horrors never ceased.
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Post by Sprite on May 2, 2008 13:10:48 GMT -5
Roran stepped back, partly terrified as she began to laugh. He really hadn't expected her to do that. And what the heck was she laughing at? His statement or just him in general. People who lack confidence often tend to be paranoid when it comes to other people whispering or laughing. Roran lacked confidence except when battling so he assumed that she was laughing at him. Roran felt his face fluster over and turn a light pink. What had he done to make her laugh? Was it his over all femininity? His eyes trailed down to the floor as he felt his face burn hotter. He didn't want her to see his face or else she'd probably laugh even more.
"Neh?" he let the sound escape his lips as if he was a small animal squeaking. He was confused as to why she was pulling him. Was she preforming some sort of sacrafice ritual. Roran's eyes widened in horror as he tried to break free from her grip. That was it. She wanted to kill him and offer his dead body to her crazy idols or gods. He nearly started whining until he realised where they were going. "Oh...a briscrotty." He constantly put in the unneeded 'R's.
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Post by nataliee on May 10, 2008 20:09:29 GMT -5
ooc; WOWZERS. sorry i made you wait for like a year. homework kind of snuck up on me and ambushed-- no mercy. not that homeworks a very good excuse. ANYWAYZ'. jasey rae is back. but im a tad rusty/aboutopassout. so uhhhhh, i apologize in advance for the crappyness.
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Jasey Rae continued to effortlessly haul the petite boy along. They were outside now, trudging down the sidewalk. The duo received a few sidelong glances of, 'what the hell?' But they weren't stopped by any officers for attempted kidnapping, or public disturbance-- so the trip was turning out just ducky so far.
Though Jasey's stride and pace was determined, and focused-- her mind was somewhere else entirely. He doesn't drink coffee. He's nice. He's totally adorable in that little brother-ish way.. And he's a morning person. He totally fits the bill for my evil alter-ego. My complete opposite. God.. thats so weird. But I like him. Not in that, I want to jump him in a dark alley and have my way with him, way. No.. like an admiration.. almost. A decent human being. Dear lord. I don't hate Roran. How weird is this?
Her shock was founded by the fact that Roran was genuinely kind. He had no mask. How could she know this? Because, Jasey Rae would have seen past it. Or it would have fallen after Jasey Rae pinpointed his girlish laughter and accused him of housing ovaries. Instead of blowing up in a maddened rage, he'd apologized. Totally lame-o, but admirable as well.
After a good three minutes of a Jasey Rae nearly yanking the boy boy's arm off, the duo arrived in front of an overly adorable cafe decorated in honor of all cute flying types. Drifloons and Starlys were painted in all art forms around the pink and white shop. Flowers were sprouting out of every possible nook and cranny. Jasey Rae resisted to urge to go and kick over the flowers and draw unibrows over the poke-pictures. She much preferred a calm, and modern decor rather than the blinding designs of drooling baby Pokémon.
Jasey Rae released her vice-like grip on Roran's delicate wrist. "Come, and be enlightened." Jasey Rae nearly cooed, and began to tread inside. Silently hoping that the insides wouldn't be near as obnoxious as the exterior of the little shop. Jasey Rae decided earlier that this little excursion would be her treat to Roran. In return for his kindness, and apology for her rudeness. Not like she'd admit that.
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Post by Sprite on May 12, 2008 15:19:51 GMT -5
Roran was wincing the entire time as she pulled him. With a look like that you'd think he was about to be raped. Thankfully he wasn't, well not that he knew of. He had to keep an open mind in a situation like this. But Roran's mind was so open that he often got paranoid. Some girl he hardly knew was dragging him through town to who knew where. Well he did know where when they got there. It looked remotely like a cafe.
That wasn't what really caught Roran's attention. There were flowers and painted pokemon along with its overall pinkish nature. As girly as Roran was, he couldn't stand this much pink. It was enough to give him a headache. Roran didn't even wear pink, contrary to popular belief that he was gay. No one had ever been in his pants except him so how did they know that he was not a girl? He wasn't of course but they never came to that conclusion.
"It's really..." What was the word for it? Floral? Pink? Cute? Sickening? Gay? Roran would never say the g-word so he just when with a substitute. "Curly." Oh yes. Roran had always tried to find some way around saying the g-word so he made up the term 'curly'. As in not straight. He secretly hoped she didn't understand the meaning behind his term simply because he felt dirty saying that. A shiver ran down his spine as he pulled out another wet-wipe. He ran it over his fingers before realising something.
"Why didn't you shake my hand?" He remembered how she had merely grabbed his hands with her fingers. The look on her face had said it all. Somehow she'd been disgusted with his hands. How was that possible? "They're always clean." Clean was an under-statement. He constantly washed his hand and always carried around some wet-wipes. He clearly did not like germs.
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Post by nataliee on May 15, 2008 20:00:06 GMT -5
Lord almighty. The interior designer was either a total crackhead, or he had some nasty cataracts. Or he had Parkinson's and just went to town. The walls were a vomit-inducing array of pink and white splatters, while the ceiling house portraits of drooling Drifloons, Starlys, and Pidgeys. There were white tables scattered about the tiny premises. Each were seated for two, a set of red and white gardenias at the center of each table. There was little activity currently, two couples. Canoodling. Christ. Jasey Rae shook her head slowly, obvious distaste. She glanced over to the counter where a plump woman stood, grinning like she was going to get shot if she did otherwise.
"It's really... Curly."
Jasey Rae turned around to face Roran. She had half expected him to run for his life back to the museum. Well goodie. He wasn't totally afraid of her. But it was his comment that forced a snicker from her pursed lips. "Well, that's a nice way of saying it. I would go with seizure-inducing bilge. But, that's me."
Jasey Rae then advanced toward the counter. The woman's left cheek began to twitch, as if she had been holding the smile for longer than she should have been. See? Being friendly was painful. Bad for your health. Jasey Rae was about to place her order, before Roran's voice piqued from behind her yet again.
"Why didn't you shake my hand? They're always clean."
Jasey Rae whipped around and placed her hands on her hips, staring at Roran as if he had just asked if the sky was green. "Okay. First off, people wipe their butts with their hands. Hands go everywhere, and pick up all sorts germies. I don't like the thought of touching a hand that has touched places on you that I don't wanna even think about. Plus, boys are even worse. They do stuff with themselves. Gross little buggers. No amount of ammonia-soaked wet-wipes will get rid of every last germ. No way. Now, what do you want? I'm paying so don't pull any macho-shit on me." She stood there, patiently waiting-- hands on her hips as if she was actually important. Hah.
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Post by Sprite on May 16, 2008 20:57:34 GMT -5
Roran looked around at the inside of the cafe and tilted his head. The only thing he liked in here was the flowers. They were sort of okay. He couldn't help but touching them as they walked over to the counter. Roran heard her comment and a swell of emotion seemed to grave him. He didn't like the word seizure. In fact he hated it when people used it. Every time he heard the word, he had memories flush back to him about someone he really admired and was close to. She was giving birth when she started to have a seizure. It was so terrible that it killed both her and the baby. "Please don't say that..." He said it so softly under his breath that she most likely didn't even hear.
Roran seemed to get over it pretty quickly because the second he saw the lady at the counter and her smile, he smiled back with that huge, toothy, and completely genuine smile of his. Roran was quite naive in pretty much everything except for smiles. He could read smiles like nothing else. The lady's smile was fake to pretty much anyone who looked at it. That is why Roran always wanted to flash his genuine smile to perhaps make the fakers actually smile truly.
Hearing Jacey speak again, he immediately turned his attention to her. He was a great listener if there every was one. He listened to every single word as if memorizing them. If there was every a moment in which he wasn't listening fully, something was terribly wrong. "That makes sense..." he mumbled. Wait a second. Boys were worse? How was that? "Do stuff with themselves..." he repeated. That was what really confused him. Yeah, Roran was that pure little soul who probably didn't even know what his screwdriver was for besides excreting urine. "I don't get it..." Still completely naive (bordering on stupid), he pulled out another wet wipe. It was as if the kept appearing in his bag. "Ammonia is toxic. Do they really have it in these?" Ammonia also turned into the stuff in pee but he decided to leave that fun-fact out.
"WHAT?" He suddenly blurted out. Had she really just said what he thought she said? "There is no way I'm letting you pay." Uh-oh. That came out a bit rude. He twitched lightly before continuing, "It'd be completely rude of me if you paid. I'm paying and I really won't take no for an answer." He put his hands on his hips as if mocking her of her 'important' stance. His eyes widened as he suddenly realized what a girlish stance that was. "ACK," he panicked as he threw his hands away from his hips. He couldn't act so feminine, mainly in front of somebody he wanted to make a good impression on. "No more wacky tabaccy."
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Post by nataliee on May 26, 2008 16:05:41 GMT -5
Jasey Rae watched Roran cringe in response to her 'seizure' comment. He seemed extremely putoff by the statement, and if Jasey Rae hadn't been so fond of him, she might stared him in the eye and screamed 'SEIZURE'. But Jasey Rae liked Roran. So she simply shrugged and offered an indifferent glance. But almost a moment later, Jasey Rae watched Roran turn his bright, childish, and pure smile towards the pained cashier. Jasey Rae couldn't help but snigger. She was awaiting Roran to whip out two pistols, and say, 'DRAW!' Like the good ole' Western Flicks.
Rather, she watched the cashier amp up her grin, until it looked as though her face would crack in half. Yowch. But it was Roran's voice that cut in before Jasey Rae could make a snide comment about the facially wounded clerk.
"Do stuff with themselves... I don't get it..."
Jasey Rae nearly slapped a hand to her forehead. "Was your sex ed teacher mentally incompetent? God. Roran, I'm about to reveal a very, very big secret to you. Men are pigs. And sometimes, when women realize this, and say no, men are forced to shove their face into a nudie magazine, and have at it with themselves. Are you catching my drift? And yes. Ammonia is in wet wipes to help neutralize the bacteria. So there. Science and sex all rolled into one of my rants. So, coffee or coco?" Jasey Rae was always good at making awkward conversations, that should happen between a father and his son, seem casual. One of her limited personality perks.
Jasey then looked out the window, away from Roran's gaze. Goddamn..! Why was he so innocent? He was her same age.. same height, nearly. Same species. Or at least she thought. Jasey Rae always thought herself a good representation of the modern human economy. Wasteful, and bitchy. But here was Roran, the little angel. Were their families so different? Was this the byproduct of being raised in a wholesome environment? Well, shoot. Just pin a sticker on her forehead, 'HI. I'M DYSFUNCTIONAL.'
"There is no way I'm letting you pay."
Jasey Rae's face contorted into that of disgust. Her brows knitted together, and she put on her 'meany face'. "Good, lord! Roran. I'm offering you a free cuppa' coco.. At least, have the decency to accept. I'm being polite here. So I'm buying you coco and you're going to drink it. Or else I'll.. I'll kidnap one of your Pokémon. And don't think I won't do it. I totally will." The scary thing was, Jasey Rae never lied. Psychopathy seemed to run in the family. Daddy rapist and all.
But then Jasey pushed the psycho from her eyes, and a bright, almost unreal smile controlled her face. Roran's femininity was beginning to rub off on the diehard, ignorant bitch. "Don't be all macho cause'a me, just accept the coco and let's be done with it. Oh and by the way, I think wacky tabaccy is sorta cute." Meaning she admired his femininity. Coming from Jasey Rae, this was a major compliment. Because, most of her compliments ended with profanities, and somehow, they just managed not to sound much like a compliment at all.
With that said, Jasey Rae turned on her heel, and sauntered over to the counter. Jasey pulled a twenty dollar bill from her pocket, and pushed it towards the cashier. "Three biscottis, an espresso, eight pumps of chocolate, and a kids hot chocolate. Don't be stingy on the whipped cream."The woman nodded, took the twenty, and deducted nine dollars and fifty six cents from it. Jasey Rae received ten dollars and forty four cents in return, and she dumped the remaining change in the tip box. Viola. Her good deed of the day. Oh wait.. She just paid for Roran's coco. Well. That made two good things. Jasey grinned. She was feeling very saintly. He had better like coco.
She then walked over to claim a table. Hoping the cashier would come with her food and drinks in moments. She took a seat next to a large window. She sat down, and watched Roran patiently. To see if he would go berserk with manners, or just shrug and sit down like a good boy.
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Post by Sprite on Jun 13, 2008 11:50:59 GMT -5
Roran merely listened to her speech. What was there to say really. He didn't understand it now, he didn't understand her explanation, and thanks to his naivity he probably never would. "Not all men are pigs." The only male role model he had was his father. If you imagine the perfect role model and then make him even greater, that would be Prof. Willow. Roran's father was beyond the perfect gentleman. It was no wonder that he could balance his family life and professorly ways with only missing a dinner here and there. "All men should be gentlemen. Gentlemen do not look in dirty magazines. They are more than content with the girl they love." There Roran went about love again. He was a die-hard romantic and always tried to relate to it. "A man who is truly inlove would never do such things. He would always be by his wife's side until death. That's what marriage is about isn't it?"
Hopefully he had won that little trussle, but he couldn't help but wonder if he had said something wrong. That was the only downside to not knowing somebody. What if she found something he said personally cruel. Above all things he wouldn't want to hurt her dear little feelings. That's why he ended the matter. He couldn't say anything more in fear of hurting her. But wait what was this? These little wet wipes he always had were toxic? Then again...the ammonia would go into his bloodstream, get turned into urea so it could get filtered into the kidneys and then finally get turned into urine and exit the body. So if it was leaving anyways, who cared? "Thank you, kidneys!" he said with a grin as he poked his back. Yep, kidneys were on your back.
Okay moving on. He listened to her talk again. Something about him not paying. But that was mean. His father would never stand for this. If he found out Roran would be in trouble. He had to find some way of paying without her knowing. Too late. He watched the money get exchanged from cashier to Jasey. He fingered a twenty in his pocket as he watched her put the change into a tip jar. That was really sweet of her. Roran's genuine smile grew as he thought about how nice she could be if she wanted. Maybe she wasn't all rude and obnoxious.
He sat down next to her, still fingering the twenty in his pocket. He had to find some way to give it to her without her noticing. Normally he'd slip it into her purse or something but it didn't look like she had one. But wait...she had pockets. Now don't go all 'Wtf, how could she not notice that?' Roran had a bit of skill when it came to this. When he was little, he discovered his talent for pick-pocket. Of course he never did it....only a few times. He was so charmingly innocent that no one would every suspect him of doing anything wrong. So that was the plan. As they left, push the twenty into her pocket and then run off. Of course he would have to escape quickly before she realized something fishy was going on. She was smart like that.
As they sat and waited Roran wanted to start up a converstation. He knew nothing about her so there was a broad range of things to talk about. He managed a peek at her hands and noticed that she liked jewelry. But something struck him as odd. She wore multiple identical rings. "Why do you have the same rings?" Perhaps they were special to her.
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Post by nataliee on Jun 14, 2008 4:05:27 GMT -5
"All men should be gentlemen. Gentlemen do not look in dirty magazines. They are more than content with the girl they love. A man who is truly inlove would never do such things. He would always be by his wife's side until death. That's what marriage is about isn't it?"
Jasey Rae set a snarl in place. Here it comes.. "Well, Roran. Most men don't say they love a woman and throw them away like a dirty napkin. Most men don't rape women and beat them around like a ragdoll. Most men aren't what they seem, Roran." Jasey Rae snapped. "You grew up in the right part of the town Roran. You got this nice little lie of what most men are. I got this shitty reality about the rest of the population. The ones we like to forget about. Those men are there Roran, you just don't know it." Jasey Rae seethed, clenching, and unclenching her fists in a sort of stress-relief ritual. It took a second, but Jasey was proud of Roran, standing up for the better of men. But Jasey Rae had grown up knowing better. Her mother had made quite sure of that. Wait, what? Repeat that? Jasey Rae did a silent shriek. Had she really just thought of her mother? God, was that who she was becoming? Her mother? The spinster who hated men, and threw her life away to work in some crappyass autobody shop then come home to five hungry kids? She shook her head. It wasn't Roran she was mad at. "Hey.. Just kidding Roran." she paused. Apologies were not a common part of the Jasey Rae lingo. "I'm.. I'm kinda sorry for that. I usually keep my opinions to myself.. but that needed to be said... But I guess, next time I won't be so bitchy about it." That was beyond painful.
ooc; xDDD GO KIDNEYS!
bic; Jasey Rae watched Roran finger something is his pocket as he uncomfortably sat down. Obviously, he either liked flashing his wad, or he was way too much of a niceboy. One afternoon with Jasey Rae and an open mind could change that. But her mind trailed back to the object of his affection that was in his pocket. A mini nudie-mag? Hard, not to laugh at that one. Nah, it would more likely be a bible. Or a gentleman's handbook.
"Why do you have the same rings?"
Jasey Rae instinctively looked down to admire her iron-clad fingers. Smiling affectionately at each one. Leave it to Roran to bring up something pleasant. When she finally looked up, she was smiling like a silly little girl of Christmas. A quick glimpse of an almost childish Jasey. But the facade quickly receded, and Roran was left to look a surprisingly relaxed fourteen year-old. She was more than happy to answer his question. "Well, theres one of each from my brothers. When I got kicked out, they all pitched in to buy these engraved rings, each with a little note one the inside, from them. To remember each of them on my travels.. Spiritual, and they look pretty cute, right?" Jasey Rae prodded with a big stupid grin. But before he could answer, Jasey looked down at each of the rings, starting on her left hand and began reciting her brothers name in correspondence with each wiggling finger that certain ring was one. "Dusty-kins, Jakey, Shaneboy, and Ryan..." Her voice was distant for a moment. When was the last time she had admired the rings? And taken time to think of her beloved brothers? Not recent enough. But before Jasey could zone into one of her spaces of thought, she realized she ought to keep the conversation going. Maybe Roran had siblings too? Possibly. "So what about you? Any siblings you had to leave behind?"
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Post by Sprite on Jun 14, 2008 13:16:06 GMT -5
From Jasey's little hate speech about men, it was quite easy to tell she had some trauma in her life involving men. Gosh did he feel sorry for her. Of course he was too afraid to mention that. If he did there was a possibility that she might take it the wrong way and go all independant woman on his ass. He swallowed that idea down quite quickly. But still, it really was too bad that she had this one man shape the way she saw the entire male population. What about those who didn't deserve to be seen as cruel woman hungry rapists?
Roran was almost about to get enough courage to say something about it when she started to apologize. Well that was different. It brought yet another smile to his face. It felt strangely good. Not the fact that she was belittling herself or anything but that it was good to know that he had been right. There was some good in Jasey Rae. "Don't be sorry for being opinionated. Just maybe next time....try and find a better way to share your opinions?" Of course he had to add that last part. He was trying to make the world a better place one person at a time starting with her.
Yes, jackpot. He had finally found something that could make her smile. He knew it. Those rings had to have been personal if she more than one even though they were identical. One cookie for Detective Roran Willow. He smiled as she talked about them. Even from her voice, he could tell that they were special to her. The lovely way she talked about them. Oh how Roran loved that. "They must be extremely precious to you," he let loose yet another one of his charming genuine smiles. He had to, he was happy for her.
He was quite curious as to what the messages were but they were probably too personal or private for him to know. Plus he found it best if it were just a secret between Jasey and her brothers. It would make it more special that way. "Siblings?" He seemed almost stunned by the mere question. "Well, I have a twin sister Rea. She's been really sickly and fragile since birth so I was forced to go on a pokemon journey with her. Turns out I liked it more than her. So she's the real reason I'm out here having the journey of my life. She's at home now. She doesn't want to restart the journey for a few more years." Well that was a lot about dear little Rea. But there was something else he was thinking about mentioning. Since she was so frail, Roran was always the one to protect her. He giggled aloud as he decided not to mention it. "Then I have a little seven year old brother named Ledin. He hasn't spoken a word since birth and shares my knack for pick-pocket. Course he does it all the time." Another smile appeared but then disappeared as he thought about something else. "My mum was pregnant when I left so I don't know anything about the new baby." It hurt a little bit to not know anything about the dear little thing. Roran loved kids so it stung just a little bit deeper. "What's your home like?" The question sort of popped out as he thought about his own home.
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