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Post by lyrabutt on Nov 22, 2010 18:18:39 GMT -5
Boy assassin.
He smiled as he sipped thoughtfully at his slushie. It was Cherry flavored. His steps were silent as he wandered through the mart, maneuvering through stands. In his hands he held a single unopened chocolate bar and a package of M&Ms was sticking out of his backpack. The Yooterii was an interesting sight, and he watched it wander around. Once he almost offered it his hand to sniff, but he held back. He was a trainer, but it was nice to kick back and relax for a while. His family would certainly never expect to find him here, lazily meandering around.
He'd just gotten started, and it was a pretty rough start. All he had at the moment was a young Kecleon with little to no battle experience. Of course, he could easily just kill the Pokemon himself, but that wasn't what a Trainer did, was it?
[i'd prefer it if your character didn't randomly wander in and strike up a boring conversation with zane. funny conversation is cool though.]
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Post by Sp❣rit on Dec 1, 2010 13:08:27 GMT -5
Stomach was grumbling, protesting for some kind of snack. The weather was unforgiving with the cold chill that wavered around in a painful wind. Sun was hardly in the sky, covered by a blanket of clouds. Yes, this was probably time to be outside. Wandering around some of the shadier parts of Verona, Seamus scowled at several punks that gently beat a basket ball to the sound of some ghetto-ass song in the background. They better not think about mugging him. He wasn't the most physically strong person, and probably could be beaten up by a 14 year old girl, but his Pokemon were strong. With them, he was an insta-baddie. They did not feed him though. Which was why he was here. "'Kwikie Mart'? Cute." He sighed, figuring it was a safer place than some of the other ones in the area. As he walked in, the bell rang out to signal his entrance. A small dog wandered up to him, though he didn't pay it any attention. He was not a dog person in the slightest. "Yoo! Yoo!" The Yooteri let out small barks at him, clearly not pleased with his shady attitude. The shopkeeper's head snapped up from behind the counter, before slapping the desk with her hands. "Quiet you, you be good to our guests." She scolded, instantly earning adorable puppy-dog eyes from the pooch. Like it worked on her. Heh. She was immune. "I-it's ok." Seamus stuttered, feeling like he was suddenly in the center of attention. He then began to slink off into the aisles, mostly browsing for his own amusement. Lots of microwavable foods, except the power was out. So that didn't do much good. Everything in here was pretty unhealthy, and pretty much disgusted him. ooc:// whoop. whoop. being a 42 year old creeper. [/font]
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