Erik ran past a corner, darting around it and into another bulky dude. "I'm sure we can work this out." He chuckled and threw his hands up, starting to back up rather slowly. "I'll have the money to you by Friday. And hell, I'll even throw in a Rebecca Black doll for free!" He attempted at a smile, and instead was forced to duck down rather quickly.
The white haired man then took off running. "OH GOD I'M GONNA GET SHOT!" He yelped as he ran just a little faster. In his head he was watching the Forrest Gump scene go on through his head "Run Forrest, run!" Oh boy, he was running all right. Only because he was scared to death of getting mugged or something. He didn't even have any money to lose!
"RUN RUN AS FAST AS YOU CAN, YOU CAN'T CATCH ME I'M THE GINGERBREAD MAN."
Running from angry bulky men while spurting out nonsense rhymes.
Terrified Fainted from being scared. +1 lv to Erik
Great, she was lost. More than lost, she was confused. Amber walked aimlessly around the Ghettos of Verona with her Seel crawling by her side. The poor Seel was extremely jumpy due to his exp at being kidnapped by Team Death. However, Amber decided to try and fix that for a walk. But it turned out that she got lost in the town and Danny was off somewhere too.
"This isn't good..." Amber said softly, walking past the creepy buildings. Dewy clung close to her side, scared of anything that may pop out at them. Hopefully nothing would appear...
But as fate would have it Amber was knocked aside by someone running like crazy. She fell flat on her backside and groaned. Looking up she noticed a white haired teen running from something...and that something was coming at her now too! She quickly got up and grabbed Dewy along the way, dashing next to the stranger. "Oh god, what is this!" Amber cried out, running next to the troublesome person. Poor Dewy fainted on the spot. Oh boy.
A girl was following him now now? Since when did this happen? Erik had to recall on his not-so-good memory to tell him how she had even gotten there.
Was she mad at him too? Well, that seemed like the most reasonable thing at the moment, although it was wrong. At least, not for the same reasons he thought. Instead, as she looked back, the fat men were still chasing after them. "Go stop by a donut shop or something, Fatties!" He angrily yelled back as he went to grab the girl by her wrist. Oh well, looked like he had to care about more than himself at the moment anyway.
If he had actually gotten a hold of her wrist, then the two of them Amber being dragged, most likely would have ducked into a building just around a corner. The door closed behind them, Erik sliding to the floor in front of it in a fit of laughter.
No, he was only partially insane.
HEY YOU BLACK HAIRED GIRL, LET'S DUCK INTO THIS HOUSE RIGHT HERE.
Amber watched as the men got even more angry at this teen and she ran a bit faster. Then suddenly, she was grabbed by the waist and shoved inside a shop. Sliding to the ground and fell flat on her face. Dewy rolled out from under her arm, not moving. He was breathing, just in shock. ...maybe...who knew.
Amber got up and brushed herself off. She looked at the teen while she sat on the ground with her arms crossed. Oh she wanted an explanation for all of this, and why he had to cross paths with her. "So...is there a reason for dragging me along in this little adventure of yours?" Amber asked, her tone of voice showing she was not in the slightest bit happy or amused.
He stopped laughing suddenly and looked up at her. An explanation for all of this? What would he possibly say? Well, there was only one place to start.
"You see, when I was a kid my parents liked to run off and leave me home alone at times so I got into drugs and ended up learning how to deal things off of the streets like a pro. I met this guy who liked to call himself Jesus, and I think he had a weird thing for cats -- though who am I to judge -- and he and I became the best of friends. Then one day he died of a disease called CAIDS, that's the cat form of AIDS, and I promised him on his death bed that I'd carry out his amazing drug sell techniques. Except today I had a few unhappy customers and you just so happened to start running right next to me and so I said 'Hm, why not?' and ended up dragging you along and now here we are in this creepy old store that kind of freaks me out because it's dark and creaky." And yet no breath was taken in between words. Whelp, that was his explanation. Nothing too drawn out, for Arceus sake, he could have gone into this long life story thing but those things were so cliche.
Don't think he's dead...he twitched so that's a good sign.
Amber just blinked. It sounded like his whole life story, and without one breathe. Dang. Amber nodded and relaxed a bit. She sighed and looked outside to make sure no one was around, and that the men didn't follow them. All this guy is was someone who got in the wrong crowd and got the wrong friends. He seemed pretty friendly, someone who wouldn't harm her unless she did something to him.
"Well...I think we're safe now..." Amber said carefully, making sure to keep her voice down. Dewy twitched beside her, he was still alive. Maybe. He was just in shock. Right? Right. ...right...
Erik looked up at her. "You know, I never noticed this before because I was running for my life, but you look awfully pretty in the. . . Smog filled sunlight." He chuckled at his own attempt to even make a joke, and then seemed to stand up. "Yeah, those two weren't very smart. They're long gone now."
He opened the door and stepped outside, looking down at the Seel she was carrying. "He looks lifeless. And not the weird kind of lifeless that seems to reside in chickens, but the kind where they're like. . . Dead." Stating the obvious, how like him.
Amber raised an eyebrow at the fail pickup line he made. It wasn't as smooth as what she's heard before...but it was something. Although she would have normally smacked someone for trying to hit on her, unless he was super cute, she didn't feel like it tonight.
Amber looked at Dewy and chuckled. "He's not dead, here, I'll show you." Amber said. She poked the Seel, who then suddenly jumped up. He looked around the place frantically but sighed in relief once the people were gone. Amber turned back to Erik and pointed at Dewy. "He does that a lot now. No worries." She said.
Erik's eyebrow raised. The way she just seemed to brush off his little comment kind of amused him, but whatever. He'd have a while to just keep firing them at her anyway, they were probably going to be in this building for a while, seeing as while he pulled shut the door the handle came off. Gosh, this was like juggling babies, one, two, oops ~ He couldn't help but chuckle to himself. Oh lord, that was one funny moment he had while listening to that on the Internet.
"It lives. . ." He said, a smile breaking his face as yet another chuckle shook threw his body. Oh lord, stuck in a room with a timid looking Seel, a girl, and whoever was on his poke'mon belt. This was going to be one interesting night.
Amber stared at the teen then at the door. Oh curd, the door knob was on the ground. She didn't have any other Pok?mon with her besides Dewy, for sure he couldn't break a window or anything. And now it was getting dark out. God it was her lucky day.
Dewy had a sweatdrop appear on his head. <...we're locked in. ...WE'RE LOCKED IN OH GOD!> Dewy huffed and puffed and ran around in circles before he rammed into a wall, knocking himself out again. Smooth Dewy, smooth.
Amber sighed and leaned against the wall. "Well since we're stick here might as well tell you my name. I'm Amber, this is my Seel, Dewy." She said, pointing to the out cold Seel.
Erik smiled, even if pulling the door knob off was a complete accident, things couldn't have worked out much better than this. He looked around, the area seeming to look a little less creepy since he wasn't completely alone for too long. "Erik, Erik Alejandro ~"
He looked to the Seel. "That poor Seel. . ." He mumbled, reaching out to pet it's head. Was that pity that could be seen in him? Nah, Erik didn't have pity. Or did he?
Returned to Pokeball to prevent himself from getting hurt smart
Amber nodded at Erik and smiled. "Nice to meet'cha. Wish it could have been a different way, but it's ok this way too...I guess." She said. Turning to Dewy she returned him to his Pokeball to make sure he didn't hurt himself anymore. Looking around Amber wondered exactly what building he dragged them into.
"So...where are we exactly?" Amber asked, getting up and walked around the room they were in. The place looked abandoned, so no one lived here. Or at least she hoped no one did. Although Amber didn't get scared easily she didn't like haunted places, or anything that was creepy in the night.
He watched as the crimson light practically swallowed the little white poke'mon whole, and returned it back into the pokeball. He did feel sorry for dragging these two into the house, but what he going to show it? Nah. Sympathy wasn't really his thing, he rarely ever showed the signs of actually harvesting such feelings in his being. To him, they were negative, and negative things were best left out of his life. "Don't let the clouds cover those rays of sunshine ~" was something one of his best friends would always say. Ugh, he missed those people.
Erik looked over to Amber. "The pleasure is all mine ~" He said, although forgetting to stand up and bow as he always did. Not today, in this creepy abandoned house of a place. The man wasn't in the mood for these silly games today.
"Yeah, the conditions could be a lot better. . . But it's best to make do with what you have, right?"
His eyes scanned the room for a possible sign of escape. "We could look for a way out, though. . ." It came out as a mumble, but with those two being the only ones actually in the area at the moment, Amber would probable be able to hear it as clear as ever. He walked over to one of the few things actually in the room, a desk, and began investigating. . .
Amber got up along with Erik and followed him in investigating the room. There should be a way out of here, it was a house so it was bound to have windows somewhere. Or a roof, or something to get out. Now that she thought about it there were no windows in the room they were in, was there even an upstairs?
"If we can find a window I think Dewy can headbutt through it." Amber suggested, following Erik around. The house itself was plain creepy, the floor boards made noises with every step. It even sounded old, not to mention it had holes in the floor everywhere.
"We should be careful though, there might be wild Pok?mon living in here. We don't want to make them mad." Amber said. "Let's try to find a stair case or something, either up or down. There has to be a way out of here somehow."
Looking around the room again, he noticed that there was kind of no way out. Not a window, the door had a knob missing, it was weird. . . What kind of house would be allowed to stay up without a window? He kind of hoped that this house was condemned, because having such a monstrosity sitting in the middle of the ghettos of Verona was a bit unsafe. Then again, it was the ghettos, so when was anything really safe.
"I'm sure we can find something somewhere. . ." he said, walking over to a bookshelf. At first, the thought about reading came across his mind. But then, since when did Erik read? He barely even knew how it spell his own name, that K in there did throw him off. An arm reached out, and felt the tough leather on one of the books. Suddenly, the thought about that one movie crossed his mind. Remember those scenes in the movies of when you pull the book out, the bookshelf would swing open and reveal a secret passage? Well, that's what Erik was hoping for, too. He pulled out a book, and tossed it to the floor. Who needed those reading utensils anyway? Not like they were worth anything, just like school! He looked at the book, it was green-ish with a triangle headed thing on the top, wearing nothing but sagging pants and a banana hat. You'd think that the figure would be kind of fat, but no, it had a six-pack, followed by a dinosaur tail. With sunglasses on, it looked pretty cool, and was saying a phrase called "Dem Asses." while there were ghosts angrily glaring at it like those pacman games. It was called 'FOT GOES TO SCHOOL', but it looked boring to Erik and he pushed it aside.
After some time a few books had accumulated over by the green one, soon harvesting a collection of 'Draa's Manly Parts', 'Bittersweet Love, Drack x Cambow book one' and 'The Case of the Missing Apple Juice'. Still, the bookshelf did not budge. Was he wrong? Of course not, there had to be some secret passage behind there! This was not natural!
She watched as Erik began pulling out books. She looked at him with a odd look. What did he think this was? A movie? Yeah, pulling out a bunch of books would open a secret staircase into a lab of some kind, then they would uncover a dark Pok?mon. Amber shook her head. Only in movies. Walking up to the bookcase she took some books and began flipping through them. "Why are we doing this?" She asked, confused as to what and why they were doing this.
Some of the books had weird titles.
Spirit's Fire Lily: Book one, ALL LOVE IS LOST. Life and Death of Drack's muse Derps, I have cooler kids to hang out with now Screw you all, I'm heading to Naria Legends of Zeda, Threads of Oldness
Yes, very weird book names indeed. As she flipped through them she then tossed it behind her in the pile that Erik had tossed. "What are we gaining from this anyways? Besides reading skills, there's nothing that's gonna trigger some secret passage way or anything." Amber asked, frowning.
All the books were thrown to the ground. The bookshelf didn't move. For a moment, Erik was slightly disappointed. But then, he saw that there was a trophy standing on the desk. "Aha!" He ran over, quite literally ran over, and pulled the trophy. It moved like a switch and suddenly, the bookshelf became swing-able. He walked over to the swing-able section of the bookshelf and opened it like a door. "Nothing that's going to trigger a secret passage, she says." A grin was plastered on his face as he walked through the opening, and went down a hallway.
OK, she was proven wrong. Apparently this was a old house, a very old house, that had passage ways in their bookshelves. What kinda movie were they in? Shaking her head, she followed Erik through the passage way. The walls were creepy, webs were hanging off the walls. As you walked on the ground it seemed to scream get out, oh no, nothing creepy about this at all. "So, do you know WHERE this passage goes to?" She asked Erik, hoping that he would. Or maybe she didn't want to know the answer. She most likely didn't, but she asked anyways.
" of course i do. " erik commented, as he ventured farther into this passage, amber in tow. occasionally, he'd look back at her to make sure that she really was following him and it wasn't like some weird scene of Amnesia. thankfully, his eyes came in contact with her pale features and there was no freak-out needed. " it leads to a secret room where they just so happen to have some freak experiment going on. like frankenstein! " he said aloud, almost matter-of-factly, as if everyone would have seen that movie. eventually, the duo reached the end of the hall, which stood an old wooden door. " no where but forwards ~ " he hummed before reaching out and opening it.
Amber shivered. Ew, she hoped that they didn't run into some weird experiment in this old house. That would be plain creepy, just creepy man. Shaking her head, she slowly walked behind Erik, staying close as she could. She did not like this, there was a wooden door at the end of the door way. There was noway this was good, there was surely no way. "If anything happens, I'm suing you." She said, making a face at him.
resix: LOL i wasn't ari
Nov 20, 2020 4:43:38 GMT -5
resix: just a lil resix
Nov 20, 2020 4:43:47 GMT -5
zacariah: Lmao no one said you were Ari! I was trying to ask you if she was from Quebec, or if that was just my head canon, but Sheepy answered it already~
Dec 31, 2020 16:25:57 GMT -5
zacariah: also I just noticed this chatroom is called a shoutbox, and says you're shouting as someone
Dec 31, 2020 16:26:14 GMT -5
zacariah: SO I FEEL OBLIGATED TO TALK WITH ONLY CAPS FROM NOW ON
Dec 31, 2020 16:26:26 GMT -5
zacariah: ALSO THIS IS THE SLOWEST CONVERSATION EVER
Dec 31, 2020 16:26:35 GMT -5
zacariah: HOW THE HELL DID I FORGET TO CHECK THIS FOR A MONTH.
Dec 31, 2020 16:26:43 GMT -5
zacariah: ALSO I WAS JUST LOOKING AT THE RULES FOR CHEYENNE AND WHY ON EARTH DID MOVE TUTORS REQUIRE 1 REAL WORLD HOUR TO TEACH MOVES. THAT COULD LITERALLY BE A 1 POST INTERACTION OR A 12 POST INTERACTION FOR THOSE FAST TYPERS. MAN THAT WAS A WEIRD RULE
Dec 31, 2020 16:28:43 GMT -5
zacariah: I ABUSED EVERY OTHER RULE ON THE SITE, WHY THE HELL DIDN'T I ABUSE THAT ONE
Dec 31, 2020 16:28:52 GMT -5
rekari: ig 2020 was bad enough we all came back here
Feb 11, 2021 5:28:55 GMT -5
zacariah: I wish I could remember the name of a joke character I made on this site.
Mar 26, 2021 22:26:47 GMT -5
zacariah: It was some random alt account I made to mess with the mods, who refused a Pok?mon and went on route 1 just trying to fist fight Pok?mon, only to encounter an Ekans, get poisoned and die. That was probably my peak RP on this site.
Mar 26, 2021 22:27:08 GMT -5
zacariah: even if he only lasted like an hour.
Mar 26, 2021 22:27:30 GMT -5
resix: oh god who knows. we did some stupid shit back then and took ourselves WAAAAY too seriously, even if we were the site that Didn't Take Anything Seriously (tm)
Mar 27, 2021 3:01:06 GMT -5
resix: i was the worst offender. everything was hilarious until i was super buttmad for no reason. it was awful
Mar 27, 2021 3:01:24 GMT -5