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Post by DR-@@GON on Dec 4, 2010 16:43:25 GMT -5
s c a r l e t t c a t a l y n n Scarlett pressed the doors of the lounge open, her face passive but showing no hostility. Glancing at the battling trainers and staring back at wandering glances, she turned and stepped towards the wall of the lounge. Turning around, she leaned back against it and waited silently for the other person to arrive - whoever they were.
The agreement to trade had been made in secret. She'd come at the specified time.
i'm a d i s a s t e r TUNES|| None TAGS|| Scarlett, Warr :> TALK|| here she iss.
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Post by Warr on Dec 4, 2010 16:55:06 GMT -5
Oh, it was like being in the farthest pit of a muk's stomach, this! Warren struggled with the little electric beast all down the road here in Verona, the little electric mouse pokemon trying its hardest to jump on him and give him snuggles; it was horrible on the dark haired 19 year old's nerves. There was only one Pokemon which he didn't want in his party, and didn't want around him- a singular Pokemon evolutionary family, Pichu, Pikachu, Raichu. Beasts which reminded him instantly of the weakness he had faced before, and made him freeze up as he thought of being trapped in his mind for four years. The coma brought about this demi-phobia, and the only thing protecting him from a full freakout as he tried to get the beast back in his Pokeball was Scuttlebutt, nestled upon his left shoulder, and glaring at the Pichu if it moved past Warren's forearms, as if to say in Pokemon body language.
"This is my human, leave him alone!" Needless to say, it was a struggle for the obnoxiously bright orange jacket wearing trainer, only with a sleeper hold [which provoked sparks from its cheeks as it thought he was trying to play with it] finally got the unruly electric mouse in its ball. He couldn't have helped this trip- when he found the little Pokemon lost and alone it its pokeball, he had felt a moment of empathy. But as soon as he had heard 'chu' come from it, he freezed up; and decided he'd have to find it another home.
Scrapheap didn't seem to like the prescience of the other electric type in the party anyways. As Warren and Scuttlebutt entered the lounge, the trainer rubbed his fingers against his forehead. So frustrating.
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Post by DR-@@GON on Dec 4, 2010 17:00:23 GMT -5
s c a r l e t t c a t a l y n n Scarlett immediately noticed the man who entered the lounge; although it wasn't completely obvious that he was the one that she'd made the agreement with, she decided to ask him anyway. Pushing off the wall, she walked toward Warren with a somewhat curious gaze. "Is your name Warren, possibly?" She questioned, in case she had the wrong person. She reached up and readjusted her wispy locks of hair, trying to seem casual.
i'm a d i s a s t e r TUNES|| None TAGS|| Scarlett, Warren TALK|| n__n
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Post by Warr on Dec 4, 2010 17:32:17 GMT -5
The Orainge boy's nervousness kicked away for a second; but then came back. He wanted to get rid of this Pichu, but he knew it was worth money; and he was close to out of Pokeballs- still with none of the Pokemon he felt he needed for his team. How was he going to control the situation? This girl was pretty cute- and he was already nervous because he didn't want to fail at making this deal. He needed an anchor to stop his nervousness- one that came when Scuttlebutt nestled a bit closer to his trainer's neck and hood, gleeingly spouting 'Weedle Weedle Weedle!' as he did. The boy slowed his thoughts, and blankly looked over Scarlett. Was she really wearing an Absol hat? That was sort've... tacky. Well it was cool too, he hadn't seen one before- but he thought it was sort've tacky too.
“I'm Warren, and I guess that makes you Scarlett.” Scuttlebutt nestled, almost as if approved the response. A grown man getting advice from a year old Weedle, the hilarity.
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Post by DR-@@GON on Dec 4, 2010 18:33:05 GMT -5
s c a r l e t t c a t a l y n n Scarlett merely stood staring back at Warren as he looked her over, blinking and showing no emotion. A weedle even made an appearance, which she thought was rather odd, but a flicker of her eyes was the only sign she showed of noticing the creature. Then he spoke, suddenly. "That'd be me." She replied to him, turning to rustle through her purse.
"I have what we agreed on," She said, grasping the requested money and Net ball in her hand. "You brought her, right?" She questioned, staring absently at the insect on the man's shoulder.
8k + 1 Net Ball
i'm a d i s a s t e r TUNES|| None TAGS|| Scarlett, Warren TALK|| :3
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Post by Warr on Dec 4, 2010 18:44:19 GMT -5
The dark haired young man gave a nod, reaching into his jacket pocket and pulling out the Pokeball with Pichu in it. It was clearly holding Pichu, as the trainer showed the Pokeball to Scarlet; she'd likely see the tiny mouse's tinier form in the Pokeball. "I'm sure you'll give her a great home." he grinned, moving to hand the Pokeball of the Pichu he had found abandoned and take the wad of Pokedollars and the Netball. Scuttlebutt simply nestled against his trainer's neck. Good to be rid of that yellow pokemon, it was dampening his cuteness. Gender: Female Level: 12 Ability: Static Moves: Thundershock, Charm, Tail Whip, Thunderwave Personality: Clingy (??)
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Post by DR-@@GON on Dec 4, 2010 18:53:30 GMT -5
s c a r l e t t c a t a l y n n Scarlett gave a small smile when she saw the miniature form of Pichu nestled comfortably in the pokeball. She reminded her of her younger sister and, besides that, was probably the cutest Pokémon she'd seen so far. She took the pokeball from him gently and pressed the money and ball into his hand in the same fluid motion. Turning, she bagged the Pichu's ball gently and almost lovingly.
Turning back to the man, she inclined her head slightly to him. "Pleasure doing business with you," She said, a small grin playing on the edge of her lips. However, her face went neutral again in the next moment as she turned and walked around him to the entrance, leaving without another word or a backwards glance.
[-8k me, +8k you. -1 Net Ball, +1 Net ball to you]
i'm a d i s a s t e r TUNES|| None TAGS|| Scarlett, Warren TALK|| Reply to this if you'd like. And thanks for the Pichu <33
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Post by Warr on Dec 4, 2010 19:31:39 GMT -5
The dark haired young man blinked at it after it was done, thinking on what he had just done. Selling a Pokemon was something he hadn't done before; or really considered doing. Sure, back home his mom sold Pokemon she bred and occasionally his father sold or gave away Pokemon hatchlings which had been spawned from his team's members, but Warren hadn't considered doing it before. A pang of guilt hit the young man, before he narrowed his eyes. The Pichu may've liked him and it may've been [sort've cute, he could begrudgingly admit that]; but he didn't think he could honestly care for it or treat it right. The feelings towards it's final evolution were too strong to allow him to think he might've been a good master to the little electric mouse.
He let out a sigh from the sudden weight, and then slipped the net ball into his pants pocket, pulling out his wallet and shoving the eight thousand Pokedollars he had just received from that Scarlett girl for Pichu.
ooc; You're very welcome, it enriches RP for you and for me. ^^
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