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Post by ♔ QUEEN KASSY on Sept 24, 2012 19:11:52 GMT -5
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Quil easily stayed caught up with Roselynn. Quickly hoping up when he noticed that the young brunette was on the move and then he followed her on out of the diner. Taking a quick stop to look back at Don, making sure that he knew to follow Roselynn out before he headed on out as well.
[/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 Oct 2, 2012 22:34:39 GMT -5
Don Parsons
Roselynn was as eager as ever to complete her mission, but Don felt soooo tired. He whined as she left enough money on the table to pay for both of them. Why was he stuck with the goodie two shoes of the group? All of this just to make this pretty young thing a scientist. He frowned at the idea of her walking around in a lab coat, doing sciency things. Actually, that was kind of hot. He was woozy enough to admit that out loud, but she had already left the Denny's. Damn. Woman with an attitude that kept him hanging on. He was awfully glad that he didn't have to deal with her on a daily basis, otherwise he'd have to actually fix his act. As a proud bachelor, he was going to have to decline on that one.
He stumbled out of the Denny's, trailing after the familiar flame on Quil's head. The duo wandered deeper into the Red Light District, where the culture and community changed dramatically. Everyone wore flashier clothes around these parts, and there were many gems flamboyantly flashing their chests in sultry clothing. Don turned his head around to eye some busty babes clinging onto their escorts as they walked like frivolous devils. He wasn't watching where he was walking, and it was very possible that he was going to step on the back of Quil's heels. A very annoying trait of the half awake oaf, but hopefully Quil didn't mind too much.
"Alright. Strippers. We need a club." Don chewed on the inside of his cheek as he stared at the flashy signs that bewildered him. They were nothing more than cheap toys that Don couldn't have, but Syl could have them for sure. Guaranteed. "We'll go in Milton's Rag Shack." He pointed to a place that almost looked romantic with the dim glow, making a grand contrast against the somber night. It had several drunken men at the entrance, wailing about being kicked out and how they weren't actually drunk, and that they would behave if given another chance. Rather pathetic, but Don knew their pain.
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Post by ♔ QUEEN KASSY on Nov 19, 2012 2:31:06 GMT -5
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The young brunette and volcano pokemon had stopped in their tracks as Don pointed out a place he figured would be best. Quil rubbed the back of his ankles and glared at Don for stepping on them, but hey what could he do now? It wasn’t like he could torch the guy… yet… after all Roselynn still needed him for her mission. “Alright, well than let’s go in,” Roselynn nodded lightly before pushing open the doors and stepping on in. She wasn’t entirely sure as to what she should expect… [/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 Nov 21, 2012 16:04:46 GMT -5
Don + SHAMU
Ah, Milly's Rag Shack. It was a decent enough place, and while Roselynn was immediately granted access for her pleasant appearance, Don was instantly confronted by the guards. "Sorry, Joe. You can't go in no mo'." A bald, burly bouncer with an exquisite mustache raised an arm to stop Don from following Roselynn. This was new! Normally he was allowed inside, but thinking back on it, he vaguely remembered some kind of incident the last time he was here. What happened anyways? His name wasn't even Joe, but that was probably one of his drunken lies that he never kept track of. "Let me in! Please, I have someone important to meet in there! I'm with the girl!" He wailed, pointing frantically at Roselynn as she went inside. In all honesty, she could've just left him there. All she would have to do was bring out a good looking lady and have Don pay her to go see Syl, and that was that. The only question was whether Roselynn had good taste, but Don figured that she wouldn't let him down. Hookers had to be quality, and Syl didn't need burning crotch syndrome for the second time this month.
The Rag Shack lived up to each and every expectation of the name; it had a cheap looking bar with seats of worn leather, warm lights dangling over each table as an energetic saxophone player tried to set the mood. Beside him was his short and talented friend, Lil Key, who was the best damn pianist in town. Lil Key and Big Daddy were a popular duo in Milton's Rag Shack, and they performed hoping that each guest would give them a tip for their live performance. It was a shitty gig, but they did what they loved, and they were appreciated for what it was worth. The scent off cigars filled the air, despite old laws saying that customers had to smoke outside, no one actually cared about them these days. Everybody smoked. Nobody cared.
Ok well one person wasn't smoking right now, but he had a fake cigarette in order to blend in with the crowd. He needed a fucking drink though, because these fishnets were driving his legs insane! As Susumu sat at the bar, he did his best to avoid making eye contact with the various patrons. Some guy walked right by and gave his plump ass a squeeze, which only looked even plumper in the cocktail dress he was forced to wear. He hated everything right now. The bar tender set down an amber colored drink with a heavy clank onto the wooden bar. For a second there, Susumu jumped and cringed at the loud sound. If the bar tender slammed it any harder, it looked like the cracks in his glass would shatter from the power of that pure muscle.
It was the most welcoming sight in this entire damn bar. Susumu wiped away a tear that he thought was escaping from his eye, and ended up smearing some mascara on his face. He only realized it when he saw the black ink on his finger, and instantly he started swearing in between sips. "Dammit." He coughed out, not used to this make up crap as he scratched at his boob. Why did Syl have to send him on a mission to look like a hooker? Was this even legit? Hell, he felt stupid now. He wanted to go home, but the dare wasn't over. Oh no, he had to stay here and meet up with some TD members. Hopefully they were in a compromising position like he was, otherwise he had no idea how to bullshit his way out of this one.
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Post by ♔ QUEEN KASSY on Nov 22, 2012 9:43:30 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 stopped for a moment to look behind her as they kept Don from coming in… Great now she was in the strip club by herself… Granted being with Don wouldn’t have been that much better but this was her first time being in one! She gulped but managed to look away. She could do this! She was part of Team Death! Besides, it couldn’t be that hard to find a hooker that Syl would like, right? She pulled out the money she had and hoped she had enough to get a decent one. She remembered Don had something about Syl liking ones that come right of an anime…
She looked around with Quil at her side, well at least she had quil and her other pokemon that we currently in her pokeballs… they would come in handy if someone were to try and do something funny… She noticed that the music was a bit loud, perhaps that was normal for clubs and at least it was good music. And there seemed to be quite a bit of hookers about, but which one should she choose? She waved her hand in front of her… ugh… cigars she hated that smell. Well hopefully she wouldn’t have to spend too much time in this place…
She then spotted someone at the bar, a hooker? Well she sure looked like one and then there was something oddly familiar about her… but she didn’t think she knew any girls with short blond hair? Maybe someone she had battled one time, but she shrugged it off and headed over to her. Maybe she’d be able to help her out? She took the seat next to the girl, little did she know at the time that it was Shamu, and figured she should probably order a drink… but she wasn’t even legal? Would they be suspicious if she ordered a Shirley Temple? She hoped not… “Umm… I’ll take a Shirley Temple…” she managed to squeak to the bartender as Quil took a seat next to her on the floor. He looked up at the girl Roselynn had chosen to sit next to. He tilted his head… wait was that? No… it couldn’t be? Right? He continued to stare quizzically at Shamu wondering if it really was him and if it was… why the hell was he dressed up like that. “Umm… soo… what’s the normal price around her?” Roselynn questioned once she got her Shirley Temple and she turned to look at Shamu, still oblivious to the fact that it was indeed Shamu. [/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 Nov 23, 2012 23:54:05 GMT -5
For now, Don was gone. The scene was now focused on the interior of Milton's Rag Shack, while Don frantically begged with the bouncer to let him in. He probably wasn't going to get in any time soon, so it was up to Roselynn to bring out a lady with great clonkaknockers. She had to look fit to fulfill Syl's needs, and he was a surprisingly easy guy to satisfy. There were only a few ladies in here that Syl would turn down, and Roselynn was talking to one of them. The saxophone squealed as if it was mimicking the surprise in Susumu's mind when he heard Roselynn's voice. He stiffly stared ahead and didn't bother to move, but boy did his hand tremble as he grasped his glass. The liquid within it rippled along with him until he calmed down. He made a mental note to avoid looking at her at all costs, but he couldn't help but overhear her question. Who was she asking?
He tentatively looked over to the bar tender, who was blindly ignoring her question. She wasn't even talking loud enough for the guy to hear, which made it seem like she wasn't asking for the price of a drink. The guy looked pretty busy anyways, so maybe she wanted to ask someone else? He nervously took a quiet sip as he glanced her way, then shyly looked back towards the bar. Dammit, he felt as if his disguise would be ruined if she looked into his eyes. Somehow, he had a feeling that one look would ruin everything. Originally he thought that she recognized him right away, but she was treating him like a stranger. Certainly from behind, nobody could recognize him from a distance.
He tried not to panic as he thought about her question, realizing that she was in fact, looking right at him. He could feel her curious stare, and whatever words he wanted to say became trapped in his throat. If his eyes didn't give himself away, then wouldn't his voice do it? He had to get himself out of this as soon as possible. Just answer the damn question, and she'd stop. That was it. One sentence would do it. Hm. She asked for a Shirley Temple, right? Glancing at the bar prices on the sign board, his eyes hunted for what she wanted. Damn, she was lazy. She should've just looked on her own before ordering. Finally finding it, he tried to raise the pitch of his voice while keeping it soft. It was a strained effort, but it was all he could do in this crowded joint. "A-About 4,000 PD." Damn, this place charged a lot for a fucking drink. Everything in this damn place was expensive, which was why he rarely came here to eat.
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Post by ♔ QUEEN KASSY on Nov 24, 2012 8:36:52 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 ♔ “4,000 PD?” Roselynn questioned lightly as she had paid the bartender for her drink. She had thought that the drinks were pretty expensive here, but apparently the hookers not so much. That seemed rather strange to the young brunette. “Well… at least I won’t have to spend much on this mission for Syl…” she said lightly as she turned to look at the crowd. She still needed to find a good hooker and with how shaky and stiff this one was, she wasn’t entirely sure this one would work. “Where would I find the better hookers?” the young brunette questioned lightly before taking a sip of her Shirley Temple. She was studying the people in this club, but there was still something itching at her in the back of her head about the hooker she was talking too… Why did she think she still found this hooker familiar? Did some of these hookers leave the club to go on a journey? She wasn’t sure, in fact she didn’t know much about them at all!
“Think maybe you could show me around?” she asked as she turned back to the hooker. Yeah, maybe that could help her out! This hooker seemed to know the place right? So she had to be able to help her out, right? Well Roselynn sure hoped so.
Quil, on the other hand, had tilted his head to his side. He was definitely much more observant than Roselynn and Shamu’s voice had given him completely away to him. But why hadn’t Roselynn realized it? Well… apparently trainers were much easier to fool than Pokemon. But still, he wondered, why was Shamu dressed up as a hooker? Surely he wasn’t one of those drag queens, was he? The young volcano pokemon had wished that Roselynn would have Edgar out, then he could tell her what was really up with this hooker she was talking to, but for now the young brunette would have to stay rather oblivious to the person whom was in front of her. >if only you weren't so oblivious,< Quil said as he shook his head, which caused her to look down at him quizzically, it wasn't like she could understand what he was saying after all. [/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 Nov 24, 2012 18:51:44 GMT -5
Susumu had little choice but to listen to Roselynn mumble about her mission for 'Syl', which instantly started a rush of thoughts into his whale brain. How was he supposed to interpret something like this? He stiffly sat in his seat, keeping his slightly hairy legs close together. Rubbing them together as if to huddle closer to himself, he tried not to do anything that would attract too much attention to himself. Of course, his entire get up could attract any lusty patron in the bar. He had a glare that could scare just about any interested person off, but sometimes these guys were persistent. It was strange that she wanted a hooker, and the fact that she knew a Syl had him on guard. How did she know Syl? Ok, wait. Calm down. They could be thinking about different Syls here, and Roselynn didn't look like the kind of girl that would associate herself with TD.
Then again, TD attracted a funny group of characters. He could only remember two females that stood out in the group, and both didn't come across as friendly by any means. Roselynn didn't match his stereotype of a TD member, so she probably wasn't associated with the Syl he knew. Thank goodness. That didn't make her request for a hooker less strange in this situation, and it sounded as if she wanted some quality hookers. He realized that she was asking for the price of hookers earlier, and raised his hand to correct himself--then he stopped. Actually, he had no idea how much a hooker cost around here. Everyone made up their own price, from what he heard around here. People loved to bargain with one another, and that was only based on three conversations he happened to eavesdrop on. Yeah, 4k. Right. He hoped he was right about that guess. He couldn't even bother to correct his past mistake, and it wasn't even worth fixing now, because Roselynn was onto the next question.
Show her around. Find quality hookers. Wow ok. Did she want male or female hookers? Usually when he thought of hookers, he thought of girls dressed in a scanty way. Maybe Roselynn swung that way? He frowned, realizing that he shouldn't be judging people like this. Sexuality sounded like a confusing topic anyways, so he decided to force his thoughts back to hookers, as unpleasant as that was. There was no way he could do this properly without getting caught, and sooner or later Roselynn was going to figure him out. Hell, it looked as if Quil knew something they both didn't know. "U-uhh, I um. Uh." He cleared his throat, trying to keep that strange feminine tone in his voice. It hurt after a while, and it didn't feel natural in the slightest. "I'm new here too." He shyly looked away, having no fucking idea what was going on anymore. He hated that Syl made him do this, and he hated that he kept allowing himself to be bullied like this.
The fuck was wrong with him? He couldn't explain any of this!
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Post by ♔ QUEEN KASSY on Nov 24, 2012 19:17:50 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 ♔ Well that was a bit of a bummer for Rosleynn… this girl was new here as well. The young brunette sipped on her frilly Shirley Temple drink as she glanced out in the crowd. But just cause she was new to this club didn’t mean she had to be new to the scene. “Ugh… why did Don have to be stupid and get banned from this place,” Roselynn sighed softly as she turned back to face the bar and rested her head in her hands. “Well perhaps you know of a good hooker? I mean just cause you’re new here doesn’t mean you know any good hookers right? Apparently Syl likes the more cartoony ones, like the ones that come straight out of the anime… ugh how am I supposed to know any of this stuff,” the young brunette begun to pull at her hair. This task was going to be harder than she expected…. Especially since she had lost her only help!
“Unless… you don’t happen to know anyone that’s been with a Syl Harris before?” Roselynn asked as she looked up at Shamu again. Well she had heard something about him being somewhat of a sex addict, so perhaps his name had gotten around? Surely some of the hookers would go on about how they had been with the TD Leader, Syl Harris, right? Well… she sure hoped so…
She went back to sipping on her Shirley Temple as she played around with the little umbrella in her drink while she looked up at Shamu. Still… something was nagging at the back of her head about this hooker… why was this hooker so familiar? She of course tried to shrug it off… Quil was looking back and forth between the two of them, trying to figure out a way to tell Roselynn that it was Shamu. But part of him figured he should let Shamu let her know…. If he were to decide to that was. [/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 Nov 25, 2012 1:28:09 GMT -5
Crap. Why did he have to know a person named Don too? This had to be a coincidence. There weren't that many members in TD, and two happened to be named Syl and Don. Roselynn had to be talking about some random friend of hers, and another friend of hers was asking her to buy him a hooker. Kind of a douchy thing to do, but wow, she was a bro friend right here. Either that or she was the type that was easy to push around for things like this, so damn. Props to her. At least it was clear that she wasn't looking for a good time with these classy ladies, which actually amused Susumu now that he was relieved. He couldn't even explain his relief, but maybe he was just glad that he wasn't completely fucking wrong about his impression of Roselynn. "I-I might know a few good ones." He was starting to feel bad for lying this much to her, but the consequences of being discovered were a little worse than some small lies.
Personally he wanted to get out of this one without anybody remembering any of this. That was probably not going to happen, but dammit, he was going to try to get her through this. "Y-You should ask the pimp." He coughed over that word, never expecting to say 'pimp' in a serious situation. The pimp was this big, bulky Canadian that had to be at least 6"4 with blond hair to the floor. He had a cliche pimp jacket, which was bright neon purple with leopard print spots dappled across it, and he had the signature cane to beat up the thugs that came his way. Nobody wanted to mess with that dude, and although he was extremely pleasant with the ladies, he didn't take well to those that didn't agree with his point of view.
He was an intimidating guy to go up to, and suddenly Susumu felt guilty for suggesting Roselynn to go over to him. Crap. That was probably a bad idea. He stared anxiously at the pimp in the back in horror, wondering what would happen if Roselynn ended up pissing that guy off. What if he tried making her one of his hookers? Oh no, no no no no that was bad. Looking closer at the name tag on the guy, he tried to avoid saying the name of the guy that could screw them all over. The nefarious, the greedy, the lustful Steve, who had several ladies sitting on his lap as he scanned the bar for customers. He had to make sure his ladies were doing their jobs, otherwise they wouldn't get their fair share of the cash.
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