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Post by ♔ QUEEN KASSY on May 3, 2012 5:48:00 GMT -5
roselynn stone [/font][/center] Roselynn had two missions in order to become a scientist for Team Death and one of them… to her seemed rather strange. She had to find a hooker for the leader of team death, whom she hadn’t even met yet. Perhaps she’ll meet him once she has found him a hooker. She was also to find this hooker with someone she had never met before, so standing on the edge of the ghetto of Verona she waited for this guy named don without really having a clue as to what he looked like. Quil was standing beside her, keeping an eye out for this guy hoping maybe he could pick who he was out of the other people that were walking along the streets of the ghetto. “I hope he makes himself known soon…” the young brunette said softly to the volcano pokemon. It wasn’t that she was scared of the ghetto, it’s just… it was really an unknown place to her and then there was the fact that she didn’t really like Verona in the first place.
::quilava::
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Post by Sp❣rit on May 11, 2012 20:36:46 GMT -5
Don Parsons
"AND GET OUT!" A thunderous, hollow sound echoed throughout the narrow streets of the Verona Ghettos. This was hardly a classy area to be spotted in, and the scum of the region preferred to wander around these parts. Not that everyone down here should've been considered a threat, deadbeat or a boozer, but justice took a new meaning in these parts. Down here, you had to solve your own problems. No one else cared if you lost your weed whacker, didn't get help crossing the street, or had a kidnapped child. You had to be dirty.
That, or you had to take the low road by being the most miserable sack of skin and meat ever. Don's face smashed into the ground as a bulky bouncer lobbed him like a rock, even making him skip a few times across the ground. "Noooo...my spine." Don whimpered as he crawled up one of the garbage cans with trembling legs. All he tried to do was hit on a pretty young lass, who just HAPPENED to be the daughter of that bouncer. Was that really a crime? Ok, well maybe his hand underneath her skirt was a bit too much. Couldn't blame a guy for admiring a work of art first-hand.
He hardly knew what he was supposed to do next other than snivel at his loss, though he couldn't help but recall some kind of mission he had to do. Something important. What was it? Ah, his head hurt. He dizzily leaned backwards, having a hard time standing still as he just barely managed to walk past Roselynn. Ugh, he could feel blood on his lips from the force of the blow. He sure looked like a ladies man at this point, and yes, he is SINGLE.
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Post by ♔ QUEEN KASSY on May 28, 2012 22:06:16 GMT -5
[style=width: 450px; padding: 5px;] [style=float:right; height: 100px; Width: 100px; border-radius: 100px; border-top: 4px #C8364A solid; border-right: 4px #DE5A6C solid; background-color: #FBCAD1; ] XX XXXROSELYNN STONE ♔ Roselynn was really beginning to wonder what her mission really was as the person she was supposed to meet… hadn’t even shown up yet. Perhaps this was something she had to now do on her own… How was she supposed to go about doing something like… finding the leader of Team Death a Hooker… Okay that just seemed really odd to be looking for a hooker for someone in the first place. But still the young brunette wanted to make her way up in Team Death and become closer with the others, so she just decided to go with what Blaze had told her that she needed to do. And then she heard a rather loud noise…
Roselynn blinked a couple of times as she noticed this guy… this rather creepy looking guy walk past her. “Umm… Sir, are you alright?” the young brunette asked lightly despite the fact that part of her told her she should really just leave the guy alone… like he was the type to try and… she didn’t even want to think about it. Quil had looked up at the guy as well, blinking lightly as he wondered what on earth the guy had done to get beaten up like that… Probably something he shouldn’t bother trying to ask.
[/STYLE] QUIL (M) 19 XX[style=width:250px; float: right;] [ BLAZE ] tackle . leer . smokescreen . extrasensory ember . flamethrower . quick attack gets lonely easy - defensive - loves berries used --- hit by --- health is FULL GREEN. [/style] [/STYLE]
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Post by Sp❣rit on Jun 9, 2012 15:54:17 GMT -5
Don Parsons
Was he alright? Was he seriously alright? The scraggily dressed older man felt blood dripping from his nose, oozing out of it like the gates of hell hath opened. Don Parsons hardly felt alright, but with his pride as a man at stake, he couldn't just admit that. Standing up straight with a quagswagging posture, Parson's bad acting skills were put to the test. He could hardly utter a response other than a whimper towards the shady looking girl, almost demanding that she pity him in his horrible state.
After several moments of this pitiful expression, Don realized that a whimper was hardly an answer. He was hardly being impressive in the process! What would Syl say if he saw him in such a scene? Probably nothing, because the boss hated him so much that he forgot that Don existed. It was a sad day when he had to recognize that as a fact, because for the longest time, he imagined that Syl was the only one that bothered to recognize him.
"I'm groovy." He stuttered out with a heavy breath, trembling in his spot as his legs threatened to give out on him. He could hardly maintain a friendly expression, looking petrified instead of friendly and stable. "I'm...no wait. That's not my name." He paused and leaned back into the brick wall of a building that looked as if it was rotting, except his perception of the wall was a bit off. Instead of finding comfort in a resting place, he stumbled back down onto the ground with a pathetic groan. Ow.
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Post by ♔ QUEEN KASSY on Jun 12, 2012 20:04:15 GMT -5
[style=width: 450px; padding: 5px;] [style=float:right; height: 100px; Width: 100px; border-radius: 100px; border-top: 4px #C8364A solid; border-right: 4px #DE5A6C solid; background-color: #FBCAD1; ] XX XXXROSELYNN STONE ♔ Roselynn placed her hand to her forehead as Quil looked down at the ground. She really did not have time for this… She had a mission to complete in order to become a scientist for Team Death after all. “Listen mister.. I don’t know who you are, but I don’t really have time for this right now. I have to find someone by the name of Don Parsons. So unless you can help me with that, I’m afraid you’ll have to be on your own now,” the young brunette nodded light as Quil nodded along with her. He would definitely have to agree that this guys… or maybe more of a creep was only causing them delay. He knew how much Roselynn wanted to grow in Team Death and she would just get annoyed with people that are standing in her way.
But where could that Don Parsons be? She really wasn’t given an exact spot to find him at. Just that he would be down in the ghettos of Verona. Would he already be in a strip bar? She wasn’t sure… Roselynn glanced down the streets, thank goodness she was of age now otherwise who knew how much trouble she could get into.
[/STYLE] QUIL (M) 19 XX[style=width:250px; float: right;] [ BLAZE ] tackle . leer . smokescreen . extrasensory ember . flamethrower . quick attack gets lonely easy - defensive - loves berries used --- hit by --- health is FULL GREEN. [/style] [/STYLE]
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Post by Sp❣rit on Jun 21, 2012 0:45:49 GMT -5
Don Parsons
Hm? Where could this Don Parsons be? The man in question was having a small identity crisis after inhaling so much booze, and he hardly comprehended what Roselynn was telling him. "Hey, hhhheyyyyy..." He slurred, nearly stumbling back onto the wall as he approached her with unfocused eyes. He looked wild and unpredictable, but then again, he was already beat up. He wasn't much of a threat when Quil was around to keep him in his place. "H-Have you asked the mayor?" It was the only thing he could think of saying to keep this pretty lady around, though his plan absolutely sucked. He rolled with it anyways, hoping to get some points with the brunette.
"Mayor of my pants, baby. Ha ha!" The scent of alcohol on his breath was apparent as he attempted to do a lazy Carameldansen. Instead, he quickly got dizzy after shaking his hips twice. It was like head banging, but for Weenies at the Weenie Hut Jr. This wasn't working for him, but he kept on rambling as he rested his hand on his head to keep himself steady. "Riiiight. There is um...an information booth. Over therrrre." A trembling, sweat covered finger pointed off at the edge of the street, where a shady looking man smoked a cigarette under the cover of the street lamp.
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Post by ♔ QUEEN KASSY on Jun 24, 2012 15:33:18 GMT -5
[style=width: 450px; padding: 5px;] [style=float:right; height: 100px; Width: 100px; border-radius: 100px; border-top: 4px #C8364A solid; border-right: 4px #DE5A6C solid; background-color: #FBCAD1; ] XX XXXROSELYNN STONE ♔ Oh gosh… why was Roselynn even near this guy anymore? He wreaked of alcohol it was such a disgusting smell… But still he pointed to a guy on the street that may know of a Don Parsons… hopefully it wasn’t some drunken act of his. But cautiously Roselynn made her way over to the rather shady looking guy. “Umm… excuse me sir… you wouldn’t happen to know of a Don Parsons, would you?” she asked the man lightly, Quil kept himself on his guard as he watched the guy in case he were to decide to do anything fishy. “I’m supposed to meet him around here… but apparently he hasn’t shown up yet,” the young brunette shrugged lightly. She just hoped that the guy wouldn’t try anything… not that it would matter seeing as she was sure that Quil would be able to burn the guy to a crisp. [/STYLE] QUIL (M) 19 XX[style=width:250px; float: right;] [ BLAZE ] tackle . leer . smokescreen . extrasensory ember . flamethrower . quick attack gets lonely easy - defensive - loves berries used --- hit by --- health is FULL GREEN. [/style] [/STYLE]
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Post by Sp❣rit on Jun 24, 2012 22:06:44 GMT -5
Don Parsons
Don was ditched to accomplish his own missions, swaying left and right in the lonely alleyway as Roselynn looked elsewhere. He had people to meet anyways, though he could only vaguely remember the name of the person he had to meet. Something to do with flowers? He didn't remember names very well, and in this inebriated state, he wasn't even sure about what Syl wanted him to do. All he knew was that he had been drinking in a dangerous part of town, looking to score with some hot babes. "Allll alonnnneee..." He drawled, sobbing violently towards the nearest trash can. At least the shady drug dealer at the corner looked more normal than the pathetic drunkard.
He was a tall, well built man in his 30s. He wasn't the most attractive with his dirty appearance, but he wasn't here to pick up chicks, now was he? "Ayyy, ladddy...here for some piffs?" He slurred, scratching a hairy chin as he stared at her right in the eyes. He leaned closer towards, showing nothing but dominant body language. He wanted to control her. He wanted her money. It was all part of his sales tactic to lure in the weak minded. "A Don Parsons...?" Finally processing her question, he stared up at the dark sky for inspiration. There had to be a star up there that could remind him of Don, and he was feeling lucky tonight. "Oh! Yesssss, lady. I know a Parsons. But I don't sell information cheap. Buy a little piff puff, then I'll talk. Minimum of 500 PD for a small twistie." He held out a small bag of cocaine, dangling it in Roselynn's face to tempt her into his lair.
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Post by ♔ QUEEN KASSY on Jun 27, 2012 20:16:55 GMT -5
[style=width: 450px; padding: 5px;] [style=float:right; height: 100px; Width: 100px; border-radius: 100px; border-top: 4px #C8364A solid; border-right: 4px #DE5A6C solid; background-color: #FBCAD1; ] XX XXXROSELYNN STONE ♔ Roselyn cringed lightly as the guy hung some weird stuff in front of her face. She wasn’t one for doing piffies, so there was no way she’d accept this… “Here… take the PD, keep the cocaine and just give me the information,” the young brunette said lightly as she pulled out some PD from her bag and held it out for the guy. She just wanted to get this part over with so that she could find Parsons, then a hooker, and then return back to the Team Death base in hopes to hand in this mission so that she could become a scientist.
Quil braced himself, the fire on his back fired up as he narrowed his eyes at the drug dealer. He was trying to warn the guy not to try anything funny otherwise he’d be in for a flamethrower attack. There was no way he was letting this guy hurt Roselynn in anyways. He knew how much doing this mission meant to Roselynn and he was going to help her finish it, even if it meant barbequing a drug dealer in the process.
[/STYLE] QUIL (M) 19 XX[style=width:250px; float: right;] [ BLAZE ] tackle . leer . smokescreen . extrasensory ember . flamethrower . quick attack gets lonely easy - defensive - loves berries used --- hit by --- health is FULL GREEN. [/style] [/STYLE]
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Post by Sp❣rit on Jun 28, 2012 14:41:29 GMT -5
Don Parsons
Oh? The drug dealer couldn't help but feel rejected as Roselynn refused the piffies. He'd still get the cash of course, but he lost a chance at getting another person addicted to his piffs. "Girl, you drive me up the damn wall." He shook his head as he let out a laugh, deciding that he might as well give in and take the cash. Profit was profit, which he always appreciated. Slipping each crispy dollar bill into his pocket, he kept his hands in his pockets to keep them out of view. It somehow made him look shadier, even though it didn't look as if there was room for a weapon in there. "Parsons, awright?" He asked again for a simple confirmation, but his brain had an idea of who she meant.
"He eats at the local Dennys every night, in about 30 minutes. Give or take. He's one of Syl's boys, and he looks reaaaal beat up. I've had to rattle him a few times for not paying off his debt." The shady male gave her a concluding nod, not even realizing that Parsons was completely wasted in the ally. Speaking of which, Parsons realized that he was starting to get hungry and lonely. It was so hard to forget about his wife, and Syl wouldn't stop trying to set him up with scary old men. As if he wasn't old enough, goodness!
Parsons wandered through the streets in the direction of the local Dennys, expecting to get messed up for the rest of the night. Some good, sloppy food would've been good for his aching head anyways. "It's right down that street. You'll find it." The drug dealer nodded his head in Parson's direction, giving Roselynn the final clue she needed for finding the guy for the job.
[[ You didn't actually lose PD. ]]
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Post by ♔ QUEEN KASSY on Jul 1, 2012 15:03:51 GMT -5
[style=width: 450px; padding: 5px;] [style=float:right; height: 100px; Width: 100px; border-radius: 100px; border-top: 4px #C8364A solid; border-right: 4px #DE5A6C solid; background-color: #FBCAD1; ] XX XXXROSELYNN STONE ♔ Roselynn turned to see where the Piffie dealer was pointing towards. That was when she saw that creepy guy again. Wait… it couldn’t be… was it him? She really hoped that it wasn’t… but he seemed to fit the description that the Piffie Dealer told her. The young brunette glanced back at the piffie dealer for a moment; maybe she should take up his offer on piffies if she was going to deal with this guy… No… she mustn’t. This was to get herself promoted in Team Death. And with that goal sat in her mind she walked back over to the pretty darn drunk guy, standing as tall as she could with Quil walking alongside of her.
“You! What’s your name?” she frowned at the guy as pointed at him. She wanted answers and she wanted them now. No more with this guy trying to screw around with her just because he was drunk. She was determined to get this mission finished, even if this guy did turn out to be Don Parsons. “Are you really Don Parsons, and if so why did you like to me?” she narrowed her eyes at this guy, Quil got himself ready just in case he were to try anything funny… [/STYLE] QUIL (M) 19 XX[style=width:250px; float: right;] [ BLAZE ] tackle . leer . smokescreen . extrasensory ember . flamethrower . quick attack gets lonely easy - defensive - loves berries used --- hit by --- health is FULL GREEN. [/style] [/STYLE]
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Post by Sp❣rit on Jul 4, 2012 18:21:21 GMT -5
Don Parsons
It was a lonely walk over to the local Dennys, yet Don couldn't help but worry about the local gangs breathing down his neck. His reputation around the area wasn't the best, and he owed many of them money. Tons of money. The debts kept increasing and increasing, and he found himself drinking each night to temporarily forget his troubles. These troubles were nasty buggers that made him pull and tug at his hair, scratch his face nonstop, and shiver like he was infected with some disease. He was one of the most pitiful human beings in Verona, yet most of it was well deserved.
He cringed when he heard a familiar voice beckon him closer, and when he turned around, he was greeted with a dark frown. It took him a few seconds to recall Roselynn's face from one of the dark streets, but he couldn't think of what she possibly wanted from him. "M-Me?" He stuttered, pointing at himself as her finger practically shot a laser through his chest. Don was suddenly terrified of the pair, backing up into a wall as his legs trembled. He could've wet himself if he didn't do so previously in the evening. "I-I'm...oh, um. Parsons is my name. That's meeee." He gulped at her accusation, already forgetting what he said to her in the past. He lied to her? He couldn't remember, but his mind was so foggy.
"I-I-I-I don't know what you mean. I'm just hungry. I need to eat." He whined pathetically, earning a chorus of agreement from his growling stomach. Obviously this interaction wasn't going so well, but if he had a job to do, he'd get it done eventually. As pathetic as he was, Syl had a good reason for making him a member of TD. The problem was that the only person that knew that was Syl himself, and not even Syl respected him.
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Post by ♔ QUEEN KASSY on Jul 11, 2012 21:17:12 GMT -5
[style=width: 450px; padding: 5px;] [style=float:right; height: 100px; Width: 100px; border-radius: 100px; border-top: 4px #C8364A solid; border-right: 4px #DE5A6C solid; background-color: #FBCAD1; ] XX XXXROSELYNN STONE ♔ Roselynn placed her hand on her face as she let out a low groan. So this guy was parsons… why the hell hadn’t he told her sooner? Was he really going to make things difficult? “How can you be thinking about food at a time like this! We have a mission for Syl we have to complete… aren’t you a member of Team Death?” she groaned lightly not at all happy with this delay. She wanted to get this mission done and over with so that she could be a scientist for Team Death after all. But by the looks of this guy, it really seemed that the only way that he will be useful is if he ate and sobered up some.
“Fine you can eat, but then after that we have to get on with the mission,” the young brunette stated lightly as she nodded her head. She then headed on inside of Denny’s, she figured she might as well eat too while she had the chance. Plus she was a bit hungry, but hopefully she would like this place… She had never really been to a Denny’s before after all. Quil just followed Roselynn in, trying to stay clear of parsons a bit... [/STYLE] QUIL (M) 19 XX[style=width:250px; float: right;] [ BLAZE ] tackle . leer . smokescreen . extrasensory ember . flamethrower . quick attack gets lonely easy - defensive - loves berries used --- hit by --- health is FULL GREEN. [/style] [/STYLE]
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Post by Sp❣rit on Jul 17, 2012 20:35:13 GMT -5
Don Parsons
Parsons flinched at Roselynn's lecturing tone, not expecting someone to be so bossy at a time like this. "I'm sorry, don't hurt me!" He whined, cowering as he raised both of his hands up in defense. If she was anything like Syl, then he was expecting a harsh slap somewhere in this lecture. It never came. He cringed and peeked out from his fingers, hesitant to experience her expression. She certainly wasn't pleased with him, but that appeared to be as far as her feelings went. Don anxiously rubbed his cheek as he accepted the rest of her complaints, letting out a deep sigh as he thought about Syl and his mission. "Foooooood." He moaned as he followed Roselynn into the nearest Denny's, practically drooling as the aroma of food teased his senses. Right away, he plopped himself down at the nearest table and motioned for Roselynn to sit across from him.
"You have a very cute dog." He giggled, leaning over the table as he eyed Quil all over. Definitely a weird looking dog with the potential to set things on fire, but still a dog in this drunkard's eyes. "Soo...our mission. How much do you know, eh?" Tap. Tap. Tap. His fingers furiously tapped against the table top to the rhythm of gears turning in his head. Whenever his fingers stopped moving, his brain temporarily paused as it readjusted to the scenery. At this time of night, there were a lot of ruffians, drunkards, and hoodlums sitting at each booth. No one looked as if they could be trusted, save for the kind waitresses that did what they could to earn tips.
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Post by ♔ QUEEN KASSY on Aug 16, 2012 18:34:56 GMT -5
[style=width: 450px; padding: 5px;] [style=float:right; height: 100px; Width: 100px; border-radius: 100px; border-top: 4px #C8364A solid; border-right: 4px #DE5A6C solid; background-color: #FBCAD1; ] XX XXXROSELYNN STONE ♔ Quil blinked a couple of times before tilting his head to the side; did this guy just call him a dog? What, did he look like a lilipup to him? He was much cooler looking them those! “Well we’re supposed to find a hooker for Syl,” the young brunette lowered her voice as she said this to Don. Granted she didn’t like the idea that she’d be down in the ghettos of Verona for this mission, but if it was what she had to do to climb her way up the ladder in Team Death, well then so be it, she would do it.
The waitress had then came up to their table and Roselynn glanced past her to see all the shady looking people that were now inside of Denny’s… Man… she could feel a shiver roll down her spine; she just hoped that they wouldn’t decide to target her for anything. “I’ll just take an egg and cheese omlett,” Roselynn told the waitress and then she turned to look at Don to see what he would order.
[/STYLE] QUIL (M) 19 XX[style=width:250px; float: right;] [ BLAZE ] tackle . leer . smokescreen . extrasensory ember . flamethrower . quick attack gets lonely easy - defensive - loves berries used --- hit by --- health is FULL GREEN. [/style] [/STYLE] ::emolga:: X ::munna:: BREEDING POST 15/21
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Post by Sp❣rit on Aug 17, 2012 10:15:50 GMT -5
Don Parsons
Don nodded sagely as Roselynn whispered the mission to him, and naturally he remembered the gig. The only thing was that it was incredibly strange to talk about to strangers, and he didn't want to be that guy that dragged maidens around to find hookers. That guy was never popular, and he didn't strive to be a creeper with a van. He did have a white van somewhere out in the city, but some guy stole it from him. He wasn't too worried about that though, since his van was one of the most unreliable gadgets around. Whoever took it wouldn't be able to get far, and his van had a habit of running into him when he didn't need it. "That's right. It's not so bad." Don leaned back in his chair and eyed Roselynn once more, making sure he got this straight.
Why did the big guy ask him to bring this doe eyed lady down here with him? She didn't seem like she was the type to do this kind of stuff, so what was Syl thinking? "O-Oh, I'll have the fried Torchic." He stammered towards the waitress, not expecting her to appear so suddenly. "A Coke too." He added meekly on the side, wanting something to drink to go with his meal. The waitress hastily scribbled the orders down and left, having other drunkards to attend to. Don managed to get a good look at her backside, but he wasn't the best at hiding his wandering eyes. Woops.
"Righttt. So. Syl has a specific type when it comes to hookers." He sighed and leaned his elbow on the table, resting his head into the palm of his hand. "He likes those funky alien chicks. So she has to have strange hair. Like right out of an anime." Don didn't think that he also had to mention that big breasts and a nice tush were also a requirement, but you never knew with chicks. They didn't know what guys liked. "Height shouldn't be an issue. He'll take anything. Weight also doesn't matter, surprisingly. He wants junk in the right spots though." Hopefully Roselynn was jotting this all down, because he was likely to forget about this by the time he was done eating.
ooc: lololol crap. I'm not even sure what the point of this mission was anymore (prize wise). We talked about this so long ago on skype. OH WELL. we'll improvise unless you remember.
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Post by ♔ QUEEN KASSY on Aug 29, 2012 19:06:41 GMT -5
[style=width: 450px; padding: 5px;] [style=float:right; height: 100px; Width: 100px; border-radius: 100px; border-top: 4px #C8364A solid; border-right: 4px #DE5A6C solid; background-color: #FBCAD1; ] XX XXXROSELYNN STONE ♔ Roselynn nodded lightly as she took mental notes of everything that he told her. Finding a hooker with this guy sure was going to be a bit strange… but still, what was she to do right? But to follow on through so that she could become a scientist for Team Death. It only made sense right? Well to her it did and that was all that mattered.
“Well I sure hope that you know where to look seeing as I don’t usually come to this part of Vernona…” well actually it was her second time being in the this part of verona, her first time was when she was much younger and her and her parents had visited Verona and somehow she wandered away finding herself lost in these parts of the city… not exactly the best place for a ten year old right? Well she managed to survive and that was all that mattered. “Try not to take too long eating… I rather get this done sooner rather than later,” the young brunette nodded lightly as the waitress came back and placed their plates before them. Roselynn reached for her fork and begun to eat her omelet thanking the waitress lightly before the waitress disappeared.
[/STYLE] QUIL (M) 19 XX[style=width:250px; float: right;] [ BLAZE ] tackle . leer . smokescreen . extrasensory ember . flamethrower . quick attack gets lonely easy - defensive - loves berries used --- hit by --- health is FULL GREEN. [/style] [/STYLE]
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Post by Sp❣rit on Sept 1, 2012 15:32:57 GMT -5
Don Parsons
Hookers. Hookers were so much fun to look at, but Don never had enough money to pay for the ones he wanted. He sighed as each plate was set in front of them, and soon he began to chow down. Ow! Ow! The Fried Torchic was spicier than he thought it was going to be! Trying to stop tearing up, he let out a little sniffle as he continued to eat. "D-Delicious." He choked out, taking a big swig of his coke to try and save his burning tongue. Breathing felt spicy, looking at Roselynn felt spicy, and Quil was making him uncomfortable by reminding him that spicy things were HOT. "Right right." He wouldn't take long eating at all. "Pffft." He started making funny faces after having another bite of his spicy Torchic meal, clearly struggling to eat what one of them was paying for.
If possible, he would've loved to leave Roselynn with the bill. Yes, he was going to have to make that one happen. As if he had enough money to pull off a decent meal anyways. "So. What if we were buying you a hooker. What would your type be?" Don wiggled his eyebrows, struggling not to let out an obnoxious sniffle. His nose was starting to run, but at least his belly was getting full. It was a good way to prepare for their mission, but it was an even better way to procrastinate and goof off.
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Post by ♔ QUEEN KASSY on Sept 4, 2012 21:58:00 GMT -5
[style=width: 450px; padding: 5px;] [style=float:right; height: 100px; Width: 100px; border-radius: 100px; border-top: 4px #C8364A solid; border-right: 4px #DE5A6C solid; background-color: #FBCAD1; ] XX XXXROSELYNN STONE ♔ Roselynn raised a brow as she watched don for a moment eating the fried torchic. Was he going to be okay? She really didn’t want to have to perform mouth to mouth on this guy… But in the end it seemed that he would make it out alive, well at least this time. And then… he asked her such… a weird question. A hooker? Why would she want a hooker? Really… she rather just have Shamu, she blushed at the thought of it, but hey it wasn’t like Don was going to know what she was blushing about, she could just be blushing about the question he had just asked her. “I’m not really into hookers,” she said lightly before she took another bite of her omelet, at least her food was going down a lot easier than his.
Quil had actually looked up at don as well, tilting his head lightly to the side. Was this guy insane to continue trying to chomp down that torchic? He must be as he continued to go at it.
[/STYLE] QUIL (M) 19 XX[style=width:250px; float: right;] [ BLAZE ] tackle . leer . smokescreen . extrasensory ember . flamethrower . quick attack gets lonely easy - defensive - loves berries used --- hit by --- health is FULL GREEN. [/style] [/STYLE]
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Post by Sp❣rit on Sept 5, 2012 21:09:57 GMT -5
Don Parsons
Don managed to gulp down a few more bites of his Torchic meat after downing some soda, and he was struggling to eat at a steady pace. It was probably an amusing sight to watch, unless one was disgusted by watching other people eat. As his meal dwindled down to nothing but bones, Don slumped back into his chair with a satisfied grin. Now that was a meal worth buying, and working for Syl didn't seem so bad now. "Not into hookers?" He didn't catch the blush on her cheeks, but she did seem uncomfortable with the question. That didn't stop him from pursuing this line of questioning, feeling some satisfaction in embarrassing a young girl. "Well, then how about people in general. What would you look out for if you wanted to have s-s-sex?" Don stuttered as he said it, almost regretting it.
He still struggled to get by with things of a sexual content, since he was a rather sexually deprived guy. Talking about this to a pretty lady was more than arousing, but luckily Don could keep the Super Weenie Hut Jr. in his pants on a leash. Not that anyone would notice, since it was a rather small package to begin with. "I'm sure you have a type. Doesn't everybody?" Don chuckled, knowing exactly what he would go for if he had the money for this type of thing. Syl gave him some for the job, so they were on a budget. Not too bad though, having two twenty dollar bills to get them by.
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