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Post by DR-@@GON on Nov 9, 2011 21:05:50 GMT -5
s i e r r a c a t a l y n n Sierra weaved her way through the city streets of Verona with hardly a purpose at all. It was just a good enough day to walk around. Sure, before she'd became a trainer, she would've just hung around with friends all day or goofed around at home in this kind of weather, but after being alone for a while she learned to appreciate things like this more.
If it wasn't for Sierra's carelessness, she would've had the rest of the peaceful day to herself without disturbances. But it seemed that things wouldn't go in that direction. She had been looking at the restaurants and shops that she was passing when it happened. She suddenly collided with another person, and since she had kind of a fast pace, it caused her to stumble backward a little. Luckily she managed to steady herself and not fall on her ass. "I'm sorry," She said in an urgent voice, glancing up at whomever she bumped.
s w e e t dreams TUNES|| Carlito - Who's That Boy TAGS|| Sierra, Tristan TALK|| <3333
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Post by Italian Panda on Nov 10, 2011 0:52:26 GMT -5
[atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 410px; background-color: #BFE3FE; border: 1px dashed #9abccd, bTable][cs=2]dreams that reach the sky | | [atrb=style, font-family: Tahoma; word-spacing: 1px; text-align: justify; background: white; border: 1px dashed #9abccd; color: 2f405e; padding: 10px]Like Sierra's peaceful gait, Tristan wandered aimlessly around the city, gazing around the busy streets and shops. He did not care much about where he went, as long as he was able to clear his head and possibly think. If he hadn't set out on this journey at all, he probably would have just chilled out a home, looking lazy as ever. Oh well, he was out there and he certainly did show his appreciation of things. "Yaaaaawwwwn...." quite the bit of appreciation.
And suddenly, he collided with another person in front of him, without paying attention. He stepped back some, quickly regaining balance. "WHoa....uh, my bad..." he said, just reacting to what had happened. As he got a better look at the person he collided with, he finally recognized the girl. "Hey I know you...you're the girl I battled with some time ago." |
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Post by DR-@@GON on Nov 10, 2011 1:18:35 GMT -5
s i e r r a c a t a l y n n Sierra looked up at Tristan with interest, her eyes instantly drawn to his soulful blue eyes. But she snapped out of it when she realized that he had apologized as well, adjusting her hat in the same instant. "Haha, no problem." She replied, feeling embarrassed about how scatterbrained she was acting. Suddenly he remarked that she looked familiar and that they had battled before. She scrutinized him for a bit as though she were concentrating on something in motion, then sighed a little. "You look familiar, but I don't remember." She replied with a dry laugh. Battles were so numerous and so often that she'd seen more trainers' faces than she could bother to remember.
"But I have the worst memory ever, so don't be offended." She snickered a little in amusement, then looked back up at him as though she had an idea. "As an apology for forgetting, I could treat you to something at the cafe. I was just on my way there." She remarked, the words flowing out of her faster than she could think. It was pretty odd, even to her, that she was inviting this almost total stranger somewhere. Well, they were both trainers. That was one thing they had in common.
s w e e t dreams TUNES|| Rise Against - Audience of One TAGS|| Sierra, Tristan TALK|| XD hmmm i need more ideas for this
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Post by Italian Panda on Nov 11, 2011 0:45:06 GMT -5
[atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 410px; background-color: #BFE3FE; border: 1px dashed #9abccd, bTable][cs=2]dreams that reach the sky | | [atrb=style, font-family: Tahoma; word-spacing: 1px; text-align: justify; background: white; border: 1px dashed #9abccd; color: 2f405e; padding: 10px]Tristan only watched Sierra reacted to the collision, taking note of her movements. He did not have much to say, but just stared away, as if he were trying to hide something. <...that was kinda cute...> He was quickly brought back to reality when he heard her speak. "Oh...well, we just.....uuuh...." So much for a clear memory, especially since the battle was just recent. He figured that he could remember the faces of his opponent, especially if it were a pokemon battle.
Tristan looked at Sierra, making an offer on going to a cafe. That was quite an offer, especially to a stranger like him, let alone from a stranger like her. It didn't seem like he was being targeted by something due to her age, but still a cafe? That may be a bit of a hassle, in a few ways. For one thing, he was not that hungry. Though he could go for a snack, but....the other thing was that she was offering. A girl treating a guy older than her to something? That seems kind of out of place. Tristan scratched the back of his head as he opened his mouth. "Well, I don't want to say, but..." Before he could say another word, a bright flash appeared next to him, revealing what seems to be WuKong, the Monferno. <I've been hearing what's been happening. Are you crazy? Come on, free food. Go. Eat. Plus, this girl is kind of cute.> HE giggled, much to Tristan's chagrin. It was as if WuKong was trolling him in a sense. Oh how right he could have been, for WuKong's grin showed it all. WuKong then pushed him towards Sierra, giggling even more. "....well, I suppose I can go...seems fun." |
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Post by DR-@@GON on Nov 11, 2011 13:28:40 GMT -5
s i e r r a c a t a l y n n Sierra's lips stretched in a grin when the male stuttered, making her feel like less of a dunce. At least he wasn't mad at her for forgetting. That would've been super duper awkward. It would've been lonely to go to the cafe alone, so Sierra didn't really regret her decision to ask him to go with her. Rather, she patiently watched him, her eyes bright even though the shadows of people walking past obscured the sunlight.
It seemed as though he was going to decline, which she would've forgiven anyway, when suddenly his pokemon burst out of his pokeball and called her cute. She laughed and blushed a little at the compliment, instinctively stepping back a little as Tristan was shoved towards her. Then he consented, and Sierra smiled amiably up at him for the answer. "Sweet, let's go then!" She said cheerfully, walking past him while looking back and expecting him to follow her through the busy crowd. Verona Cafe appeared in just a turn of the corner, and Sierra pulled the door open, walking in before looking back at the entrance for him to walk inside. "Hmm, where to sit.." She mused. The restaurant seemed uncharacteristically busy at the moment, with most of the seats in view completely filled. A waitress approached her and pointed out that there was a vacant table near the back, and she nodded, following her before she sat down at a seat and waited for Tristan to sit across from her.
s w e e t dreams TUNES|| None TAGS|| Sierra, Tristan TALK|| XD HMMMMMM
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Post by Italian Panda on Nov 12, 2011 2:10:01 GMT -5
[atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 410px; background-color: #BFE3FE; border: 1px dashed #9abccd, bTable][cs=2]dreams that reach the sky | | [atrb=style, font-family: Tahoma; word-spacing: 1px; text-align: justify; background: white; border: 1px dashed #9abccd; color: 2f405e; padding: 10px]Tristan scratch the back of his head somewhat, wondering what he had just gotten himself into. On one hand, it was free food. On the other hand, it was a random and awkward date created by a trolling monkey. Nevertheless, he followed Sierra along, Wukong giggling behind the pair. He silently sat down across from Sierra, wondering what else to say or do. The whole situation was sort of foreign to him. He never really had too many people treat him, let alone a random stranger he just happened. What's the worse that can happen, though? Not like this whole thing was going to turn upside down.
Until now. WuKong jumped on the table, over Tristan, and shook Sierra's hand. <Hello, this is my trainer. I'm WuKong. I remember battling your weasel. You're kinda cute. Are you legal? Lovely hair.> And quickly, Tristan returned him to his pokeball, blushing at the comments and the incessant talking and trolling he committed. "...sorry about that...he can be a bit.....irrational at times...." HE said, not sure what else he can say or do to make this better. Nevertheless, it was something new and something to learn from. <....so you're a trainer....cool....where are you from?> |
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Post by DR-@@GON on Nov 13, 2011 1:02:10 GMT -5
s i e r r a c a t a l y n n Sierra fidgeted a little when Tristan sat down, realizing how kinda awkward the situation was. Oh her blasted mind, causing her to make these kinds of decisions too often. "Sorry if this is weird," She said, laughing with embarrassment when suddenly Wukong jumped up and grabbed her hand, shaking it energetically. A smile crossed her face as he introduced his trainer and himself and recounted their battle and complimented her and asked if she was legal. "U-uhm, yes?" She answered the single question he asked, not feeling awkward about it. "Thanks," She replied to his compliment, looking down at her locks of hair.
Then suddenly, in a flash of light, the monkey was recalled back into his pokeball. She laughed at this, then listened as Tristan made an excuse for his hyperactive behavior. She waved a hand. "Naah, it's okay. I like those kinds of pokemon the most." She replied, reaching to the middle of the table and picking up a sugar packet that Wukong had knocked out of its bowl. "I'm from Hoenn. They have tons and tons of berries there! And we had pecha berries in my backyard that I ate all the time." She remarked happily before shaking the packet and ripping it open to pour it into her mouth. Then she put the empty paper to the side as she melted the sugar on her tongue. "Where're you from?" She returned the question.
s w e e t dreams TUNES|| Skype derp <3 TAGS|| Sierra, Tristan TALK|| <33
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Post by Italian Panda on Nov 16, 2011 2:27:45 GMT -5
[atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 410px; background-color: #BFE3FE; border: 1px dashed #9abccd, bTable][cs=2]dreams that reach the sky | | [atrb=style, font-family: Tahoma; word-spacing: 1px; text-align: justify; background: white; border: 1px dashed #9abccd; color: 2f405e; padding: 10px]Tristan sighed, continuing to wonder how he got himself into this mess. Either way, he was going to be content with it. "Nah, its okay. I wasn't doing much, anyway." He watched as Sierra poured a packet of sugar into her mouth, feeling much more awkward than before. Then again, with the past recent events, nothing else was that weird anymore. He was at least interacting with other pokemon, but what can a trainer like this offer, he wondered.
Tristan sat there, picking up his fork and playing with it, poking the ends with his finger. "Well, at least someone likes WuKong. He's hard to stand. Ugh...." He said, groaning as he dropped his fork on his plate. He silently looked away, wondering what else to say before looking back at Sierra. First time for real eye contact with her was interesting, but nothing to boast about. "The hoenn region huh? Good place, I suppose. I'm from Sinnoh..." He quietly sat there, trying to plan out his next few words. It was still pretty awkward for him, for some reason, shown when he began to tense. "...my family is known for their fighting types and martial arts over there.....ya, not much to say..." Smooth... |
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Post by DR-@@GON on Nov 17, 2011 0:18:48 GMT -5
s i e r r a c a t a l y n n Sierra felt better with his assurance that he hadn't been doing anything. At least she wasn't interrupting something important! And who knew, maybe he was enjoying this more than he looked... since she could read nothing on his face but boredom. He didn't even react to her sugar eating, unlike most other people who saw her do it!
Sierra felt a bit bad for the monkey when she heard that his own trainer couldn't stand him. A pout showed on her face when she returned the glance, quickly turning back into a passive expression as she listened to him explain his own origins. She listened as she took another sugar packet, dumping it into her lips as if she were sipping a liquid. She heard the words martial arts and nearly jumped. He knew martial arts!? "Wait, does that mean you know karate!?" Sierra exclaimed, leaning towards Tristan with a wide-eyed glance. "Can you show me one of your moves? Pretty please?" She asked excitedly, eyes shining with unrealistic expectations.
Gosh this service was bad. The waiter or waitress still hadn't come to take their order yet.
s w e e t dreams TUNES|| AMV hell 3 TAGS|| Sierra, Tristan TALK|| XDDD
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Post by Italian Panda on Nov 17, 2011 1:47:59 GMT -5
OOC: My posts....they're lacking, aren't they? [atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 410px; background-color: #BFE3FE; border: 1px dashed #9abccd, bTable][cs=2]dreams that reach the sky | | [atrb=style, font-family: Tahoma; word-spacing: 1px; text-align: justify; background: white; border: 1px dashed #9abccd; color: 2f405e; padding: 10px]Tristan looked away as he explained, unaware of what Sierra was going to do. His expression remained as passive as ever as he explained his origins. "Ya, I know martia-" He turned around to look at Sierra, only to be greeted by her leaning forward with a wide eyed glance. He jumped back on his chair a little, a bit scared at what had just happened. Albeit it was cool to know martial arts and it certainly drew some attention, but usually never this much attention or excitement. HE put his hands up in defense, as if he were trying to keep his personal space bubble up. "W-well....I-I really don't think I can show you anything at this place...." He said, trying to smile, thinking that it could make her back off a bit.
"W-what about you?" He said, after that sudden outburst of excitement and energy. This was starting to get kind of annoying and bothersome for Tristan. This girl was really hyper and all over the place. He was suddenly pulled to being treated to some cafe food. More importantly, where was the waiter or waitress? |
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Post by DR-@@GON on Nov 17, 2011 20:52:07 GMT -5
s i e r r a c a t a l y n n Sierra listened more attentively than ever as he began answering, continuing to leer into him when he saw her. The way he reacted was golden; she giggled a bit even as he put his hands up as if she were a big, scary monster. "Aww, that would've been fun." She replied with a bit of a sad grin as she leaned back into her seat, a bit more energetic after the sugar and hearing one of his talents. He suddenly seemed like a more interesting person after that.
"I ah... don't have many talents." She replied with a laugh. Then, as memories flooded to her, she added, "But I can dance better than some people. And my friends say I have reflexes like a cat." She seemed to get a mischievous look in her eye as she said that, as if she were thinking about surprising him again.
At that moment an overworked looking waitress with huge breasts came over to their table, a pen and notebook in tow. "Ready to order?" She questioned. Sierra looked up at her with excitement. "I'll have a... Mixed Berry Tart, please." She ordered, nodding to the waitress before glancing at Tristan, wondering what he was going to get.
s w e e t dreams TUNES|| Weezer - Pork and Beans TAGS|| Sierra, Tristan TALK|| No, your posts are great <33 lmfao I wonder if he's gonna hate her
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Post by Italian Panda on Nov 23, 2011 22:41:29 GMT -5
OOC: He won't hate. Lol. Not likely. [atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 410px; background-color: #BFE3FE; border: 1px dashed #9abccd, bTable][cs=2]dreams that reach the sky | | [atrb=style, font-family: Tahoma; word-spacing: 1px; text-align: justify; background: white; border: 1px dashed #9abccd; color: 2f405e; padding: 10px]Tristan took a deep breath, relaxing on the back of his chair. It was quiet, now that he ended her questioning. He didn't really want to show off or anything about his own martial skill. Too much of a hassle to him. He quietly listened to Sierra, playing with the fork in his hand. "Oh ya, a dancer? Heh....I've always wanted to try dancing. Haha...I don't think I'm cut out for it. Maybe you can show me some moves." Silence quickly enveloped around them, as the waitress arrived. He really didn't really get a good look at her, as he was busy looking at the menu. He was getting pretty hungry and it could at least put some rest so he could converse more with Sierra. Even if she was annoying
"I suppose I'll ha-" He quickly took note of the waitress and how appealing she looked. When he realized he was staring, he looked back at the menu, before looking back at her bust size. He quietly leaned back, his face blushing a little. "I-I-I'll have a melo-I MEAN.....well, a hot dog seems fine with me. Ya, two hot dogs." He quietly put the menu down, coughing some while trying to reduce his blush. When he took note of Sierra, he quietly sat there and looked away. "Uh...so what brought you here?" |
OOC: Go ahead. Have fun.
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Post by DR-@@GON on Nov 23, 2011 23:38:45 GMT -5
s i e r r a c a t a l y n n Sierra had heard his suggestion, but the conversation had been cut short by the waitress' coming, so she merely made a note of it in her mind as she ordered. It was a good thing that she was looking at Tristan as he looked up at the waitress - and practically met her boobs face to face. The waitress gave him a smile that only widened when he became flustered. Sierra stifled a giggle at how his sentence was cut short, her face reddening from having to keep her laugh down. Suddenly he had a freudian slip, almost ordering wha- a melo? A melon!? instead of hot dogs. The waitress had a knowing smile as she scribbled down his order, ripping it off of the notebook. "Got it. Sit tight, you two." The waitress seemed like she cheered up from Tristan's embarrassment, as if she allowed her breasts to jut forth just for these kinds of moments.
Sierra was still smiling when Tristan blushed and looked away as if trying to hide it. She seemed innocent, and in some subjects she was, but she'd been exposed to enough internet to know what was going on. Tristan pretty much saved himself by asking that question, as Sierra was planning on making a snide remark about what just happened, but interrupting the conversation would've been rude. "Myself." She answered at first. "Also 'cause I figured it'd be fun. You know, to go on a journey." She added, realizing the deeper question at hand. Looking down at the table, she realized that the waitress had given them both a cup of iced water, and she took a sip of hers before deciding that it wasn't sweet enough for her tastes. Grabbing another sugar packet, she emptied it into the water before sipping it again. All the while she was listening for whatever reply Tristan had.
s w e e t dreams TUNES|| Regina Spektor - Hotel Song TAGS|| Sierra, Tristan TALK|| <33 yup
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Post by Italian Panda on Nov 26, 2011 0:53:36 GMT -5
[atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 410px; background-color: #BFE3FE; border: 1px dashed #9abccd, bTable][cs=2]dreams that reach the sky | | [atrb=style, font-family: Tahoma; word-spacing: 1px; text-align: justify; background: white; border: 1px dashed #9abccd; color: 2f405e; padding: 10px]Tristan scratched his blushed cheek a little, as if that was a solution to get rid of the apparent blushing. It was quite an experience for him to see those breasts, but something he could hopefully forget. What he did not expect was the pair jutting forward, causing them to touch his head and give it a rub. Embarrassed, Tristan looked away, still as red as ever. When he listened to Sierra, though, it calmed him down a little (in more ways than one) and his complexion went back to normal.
Just went on a journey for fun, huh? Well he didn't really have that opportunity for fun. Even if the journey he went on was pretty interesting thus far. And pretty cheerful. "Well that's nice. I didn't really have a choice on this journey. Even if I declared my goal, I got kicked out by my dad. Still wondering why he did that though...." He was quiet for a moment, before he looked back at Sierra. "So....who was your starter pokemon?" He suddenly wondered where the waitress had gone, as he was getting pretty hungry. |
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Post by DR-@@GON on Nov 26, 2011 14:34:05 GMT -5
s i e r r a c a t a l y n n Sierra nodded with interest as Tristan told his side of the story, looking a bit sad that his dad kicked him out. What a jerk, although it did happen pretty often nowadays with the poverty and such happening - although she didn't quite know if that was the reason that Tristan himself was kicked out. Maybe his dad was just evil, for all she knew. "What a jerk." She remarked, taking another gulp of her water as they continued waiting for the waitress to return. At his question about her starter pokemon, she perked up, interested in the subject. "He's a Cranidos. Seryl's the name." She grinned. "Wanna see him?" She was speaking quickly, but hopefully Tristan would get the gist of it.
The waitress returned just as she was proposing the question, bearing with her a tray with two hotdogs with relish, ketchup, mustard, onions, pickles, and sauerkraut, Sierra's plate of crispy, oozing mixed berry tart, and two melons. ahahaha -shot She set them down on the table, then smiled at Tristan, leaning a little closer to him this time. "Enjoy the food." She said before backing away and cackling quietly to herself as she went on to serve other patrons. Sierra snickered when this happened, pulling her plate so that it was in front of her before she picked up her fork and prepared to eat.
s w e e t dreams TUNES|| None TAGS|| Sierra, Tristan TALK|| <3
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Post by Italian Panda on Dec 1, 2011 0:34:32 GMT -5
[atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 410px; background-color: #BFE3FE; border: 1px dashed #9abccd, bTable][cs=2]dreams that reach the sky | | [atrb=style, font-family: Tahoma; word-spacing: 1px; text-align: justify; background: white; border: 1px dashed #9abccd; color: 2f405e; padding: 10px]Tristan continued to brush off the incident with the waitress as best he could, but that seemed an unreachable desire as the waitress came back with the food. Even when the food was set on the table, Tristan could not help but to keep his attention at the waitress. He did the best he could to divert his eyes, but the waitress decided to play around with her chest and body. Enjoy the food. And Tristan quickly blushed again, looking down at the hot dogs sitting on the table with the necessary condiments. He did not know what to say, or do. "Th-thanks for the food...ma'am." He said to the waitress. Tristan tried to keep eye contact away from Sierra, for he knew that she had comment waiting in store for how he looked. With that in mind, Tristan abruptly turned around and cleared his throat, eyes closed as he pour some of the condiments on one hot dog.
"Why yes, I would like to see your Cranidos. I am a breeder, after all..." He really did want to see the pokemon before his eyes. After all, its not everyday that he gets a chance to see a fossil pokemon. Just before he took a bite, a bright flash emerged from his pokeballs. Out came forth his machop, someone he hasn't seen in quite a bit. Tony looked around, wondering where they were before seeing the girl. <Ooooh, my~ What a looker. You look so pretty, I bet you get all the boys in the yard. Hoho~ |
::machop:: being lolzy
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Post by DR-@@GON on Dec 2, 2011 22:38:50 GMT -5
s i e r r a c a t a l y n n Tristan seemed majorly uncomfortable with the waitress' coy attitude towards him, and Sierra snickered quietly to herself when she watched him trying to look away from her. Out of mercy for him, she managed to subdue her urges to bring it up. Picking up her fork, she began to cut the crisp, golden brown tart to see its filling when Tristan suddenly answered her previous question.
She hadn't taken a bite yet, so she set the fork down, grinned at him, and reached into her purse, fishing around in it for her Cranidos' pokeball. At this time Tristan's Machop emerged from his own sphere, instantly ogling her. Sierra laughed at how perverted his Pokémon were. "D'aww, thanks." Sierra smiled warmly at the Machop, not seeing his comments as too perverse to appreciate. Then she grabbed Seryl's pokeball and released him out on the part of the seat next to her. The elegant red Cranidos blinked drowsily as he saw the artificial lights above. Then he looked over at Tristan and Tony, adopting a more somber expression. <New friends, I take it?> He asked in a neutral tone.
{Seryl} ohi
::murkrow:: x ::rufflet:: 12/14 BREEDING POST
s w e e t dreams TUNES|| None TAGS|| Sierra, Tristan TALK|| <3
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Post by Italian Panda on Dec 3, 2011 23:47:05 GMT -5
[atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 410px; background-color: #BFE3FE; border: 1px dashed #9abccd, bTable][cs=2]dreams that reach the sky | | [atrb=style, font-family: Tahoma; word-spacing: 1px; text-align: justify; background: white; border: 1px dashed #9abccd; color: 2f405e; padding: 10px]As Tristan continued to eat his food, Tony was busy being quite the charmer. The instant he heard Sierra's voice seemed to be quite a tipping point for the already flamboyant Tony. <Ohohoho~, such a lovely voice. Have you ever considered going into choir? Cuz your voice is diVINE! How come you don't have a boyfriend? With those looks, I bet even my trainer here would even fall for you~> As if on cue, Tristan spat out his bites of food, away from Sierra of course, from the comments. "D-dammit, Tony. Not that way!" Were the only words he could force out before gagging on the food he had previously swallowed. Looks like he won't be speaking for a while.
When Tony noticed the Cranidos, he immediately took an interest at him. Suddenly, it was as if some spark inside him ignited, causing him to become more critical than intended. <Mmmmhm, your skin is quite rough. Have you ever considered some kind of moisturizer, or sand paper? And that coloration, ick. Boy, that shade of color doesn't work for you. HOwever, that red. Its sooooo sexy and beautiful on you.> |
::machop:: Yup.
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Post by DR-@@GON on Dec 4, 2011 0:33:21 GMT -5
s i e r r a c a t a l y n n Sierra absorbed the Machop's words with an expression of glee, always glad to be complimented. It made her feel better about her, well, clumsy failure of a self. The question of why she didn't have a boyfriend made her blush a little, but she had to wonder how the pokemon knew she didn't have one. FOURTH WALL? At the suggestion that Tristan might grow to like her, she began laughing, especially when the trainer spat out his food and began gagging. "What, am I that unattractive?" Sierra asked Tristan, continuing to laugh at his reaction before she began eating her tart again. It was so crispy and delicious with all of the berries working in harmony. Way better than pie. These cooks knew how to cook, that was for sure.
Seryl stared at Tony with a poker face as he examined his body. Then he began criticizing it as if he'd asked for his opinion. He liked his skin rough. It helped him to battle. Maybe if Sierra was a coordinator, she'd care about how hard and rocky his skin was, but she was a trainer, so texture like this was valuable. And his face when the Machop contradicted himself by saying his coloration was bad, but that the red was good. <So you're saying that if I wasn't shiny, I'd be completely ugly? I used to be blue.> The Cranidos replied in a not very impressed tone. He was being critical as well.
{Seryl} Herpderp
s w e e t dreams TUNES|| None TAGS|| Sierra, Tristan TALK|| <3
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Post by Italian Panda on Dec 7, 2011 23:13:04 GMT -5
[atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 410px; background-color: #BFE3FE; border: 1px dashed #9abccd, bTable][cs=2]dreams that reach the sky | | [atrb=style, font-family: Tahoma; word-spacing: 1px; text-align: justify; background: white; border: 1px dashed #9abccd; color: 2f405e; padding: 10px]Tristan stood there, stunned at Tony's comments. This was going to be even more embarrassing as he continue to cough some before swallowing his food. As if the waitress experience wasn't embarrassing enough, Tony just had to be a loud mouth machop. "I-I'm sorry about that. Wait..." He said, silently contemplating the events that passed. "Uh, no no! You're pretty, I-I mean, not like I would date you or anything.....ya, not like I would date your or anything. Just saying I'm a bit older than you, don't you think?" Silence fell upon the pair again as he took another bite of his condiment piled hot dog. "So...I take it you like sweets huh?"
Tony continued to examine his body, still not liking how rough his body was. He preferred the smooth stone skin as opposed to jagged skin, as that was prettier and much more sexier. Oh please, I'm talking about how the red doesn't go with the rest of ya. The red seems great on you, but the rest of you isn't working for you!> He quietly stepped back, observing the cranidos as a whole. <Hmm.....ya, I was wrong. That does go together....somewhat. May need a different color though. And that rough skin won't do you at all! Nuh uh, smoother skins can work for many a pokemon like you!> |
::machop:: lolol
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