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Post by Haruka Cerest on Dec 7, 2010 0:11:01 GMT -5
DONTFALLFOR||THISINNOCENTFACE - - - - - - - - - - - - -{ Hey Bad Girl *
The shop was yet again in havoc. An adult Venusaur was picking on a young Caterpie. The young caterpillar let out a loud cry and had itself hide under a small table. It was the best way to avoid the big bully since he could not get her from under the table at all. If you compared these two in battle, Caterpie was as good as dead bug. He was admitted in the mini clinic months ago compared to this baby girl. So it was normal for him to be the taichou of the clinic-shop. The Venusaur gave a grin and charged for the table. He was huge and scary that the table shook when he hit it. The small caterpillar shivered and curled itself in fear. The loud bang on the table leg echoed in the ground floor of the mini clinic-shop. Oh well, too young to die....
"OI! What'd you think you are doing!?" Haruka suddenly screamed. Her eyes glared sharp to the big Venusaur as if she was about to turn into a huge dragon and burn him. She growled as her leg reached one step down. The loud bang woke her from her sleep and had it so annoying! The old grandma went for a walk around her favorite mini garden with few recovered Pokemon. They enjoyed the old lady's accompany and motherly voice and Haruka; she has to baby-sit these devils until they are all cured and well to continue in the wild. She stepped down the stairs and glared at the Venusaur as he slowly withdrew from the table. He had something to say but she could not hear it. The dominant aura escaped from her as she walked closer to the helpless caterpillar. She picked her up and held her in her arm. "Are you okay?"
>Yes I am fine... Thank you.<
She stared the big fellow and gripped her teeth. "You maybe the big guy here, but I'm the one who look after you. So behave or I ask grandma not to feed you!"
The Venusaur pouted as he lowered his head. >I'm sorry...<
Haruka stepped up after days in silence and patience. This argument had been on for like a week since this young one arrived. She placed the young caterpillar back in her place. She should be okay now. The teenager girl glared at the adult Pokemon. He pouted and left alone, crawling without spirit. He must have made her mad. It was sad when he was not loved, just the way his old trainer who ended up throwing him like trash in the forest. He may not be a strong Pokemon fighter but he still tried to be powerful.
Suddenly Haruka picked him up and carried him on her shoulder and arm. The Venusaur was shocked to the ambush and only snuggled her in hope she won't be mad at him anymore. She smiled and said with friendly tone, "Okay, enough. Be nice to others from now on okay? We'll find you a new owner in no time." She sniffed him, almost like a kiss to his head. Adult Venausurs are poisonous but not him. He could not produce strong venom in fighting and hence, the reason why his old trainer cast him off. She went outside with the big guy in her arm. Time to open the shop back! She unlocked the grill and suddenly the grill opened and hit her nose. "Ittai!!" She screamed and hold her nose. God this must be that little--- argh, this Pokemon can drive her mad! Why can't they treat her like grandma? Okay, she's not that motherly and can be cold. Haruka let the heavy creature down and used her both hands to unlock the door.
The Venusaur glanced up and signaled to her someone's here. She did not turn back to see who was it and only spoke, "Sorry, the shop is still close. Come back later, in few minutes." She unlocked the front grill of the shop and tried to open the front door. The Venusaur watched the figure and growled. He cared for the young owner and for that he was curious about this person. Haruka was not that feminine and girlie like the average girls. It was normal for her to be rude then, but not to the extend.
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Post by GINJIRO OONISHI on Dec 11, 2010 3:28:49 GMT -5
In the miraculous instance where he managed to change at the hotel--or, more accurately, get a hotel in the first place—Ginjiro ended up wandering the streets of Popura, dressed in something simple. (Everyone was surprised. Don't worry, "it wasn't just you.") Jeans and a black t-shirt, with nothing flamboyant or eye-attracting in the least.
Grinning widely while Kei tittered this way and that on his spring of a tail, he felt himself oddly nostalgic. Flowers spilled from boxes hung on window sills and lining the cobblestone walkways while he flipped the Pokedex open and closed casually, mulling over whatever was on his mind. And, being of the opinion that his mind was a pretty obscure place to begin with, it could be a whole lot more than what he imagined. He noticed that it was very much the same town two years ago, with a row of quaint houses in the quaint outskirts of much less quaint forest. (Hell was trees. He was almost one hundred percent positive some part of him was mentally scarred and very unlikely to recover.) It ended badly, Ginjiro suffering through a lost battle after accidentally stumbling over his commands—he never could stand blood, and chose to deter to the gym leader rather than risk Kei needing another magic revival. Any Spoink was pretty much tough as printing paper, and he was bound to run out sooner or later; death came unnaturally early to them.
The clinic was used to traffic, efficient, and administered by a Mrs. Cerest and her daughter. The first was an old woman, with wrinkles and grays curls brushing sharp cheeks—and the second, a straight up-and-down girl who had all the charms of a young man. Of course, he was apparently either very bad or very good with genders, since he was convinced that the 'prince' of Popura was actually a cute princess. (Yeah, cute. His judgment of character was not up for discussion, and he generally thought anyone of the female persuasion qualified as long as they didn't slap him. Which did happen sometimes and was probably well-earned.) Call it instinct, but he had the sneaking suspicious she was just a very impressive actress.
Poking his head past the door frame, he wrapped an arm around Kei and plucked him from ground level. She was working with a Venasaur—apparently a natural-born spitfire, since a Caterpie was shuddering under the tabletop while she dragged him away—and he stepped over the threshold before grinning, "Hey? You remember me?"
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Post by Haruka Cerest on Dec 11, 2010 23:22:45 GMT -5
DONTFALLFOR||THISINNOCENTFACE - - - - - - - - - - - - -{ Hey Bad Girl * The key was inserted and she turned it. The sound of unlocked panel heard and slowly she turned her door holder. She pushed the door but it won't budge. Again, the stupid door issue! She sighed and leaned her forehead on the door. That's it, no more being nice to this! She stepped back and banged her elbow to the door. With that strong force she opened the door and it swung to the left. Finally!
The Venasaur growled and set his four paws on the ground steady and ready. The grass-type creature watched the man with his little accompany with sharp eyes. To him and the rest of pokemons in the clinic, either the tamed or wild one, Haruka and his grandmother are the only people they feel warm with. They enjoy their accompanies and though they are the demons in cute faces, Haruka always scold and snuggle them afterward. She even sleep with them in her room when it is a stormy night. This Venausaur knew it well, and he knew trainers' agenda too well like his old master.
"Hey? You remember me?"
The Venausaur growled more. He spaced his mouth and showed his sharp teeth. The man seemed all nice and friendly to Haruka, he hated it. Haruka heard a greeting, questions to be exact, from outside of the shop. She walked out and placed her hand on top of her eye brows to cover the sudden bright light from her eyes. She looked at him and blinked; she has no respond to him but when she heard Vernasaur's loud growl, she turned to it quickly. She lowered her body and petted on its head. "There there big guy, he's our customer."
Oh so she did remember him!
Of course she does, why doesn't she? The man in white. How interesting, he must have learn his lesson few days ago. He decided to wear something casual and little less weird. You can't blame Charrizard for his cloak almost barbecued. She did not smile nor chuckle to the memory although she must admitted, it was hilarious. Wondered was that his first experience to have his outfit almost burnt? "Yeah I do, thought you look--- kind of different today. Good to see you all fine today" As the clinic owner, it was Haruka's nature to sense a sick and dying pokemon very fast and hence she spotted his little fellow on his arm. Haruka immediately moved front to him and lowered her upper body so her head at the same level as the Spoink. He seemed---not so well.
She sighed and shook her head. Her eyes glared up at him like a burning tiger eyes in flame. "What did you get yourself into this time, GINJI?!" She has a modest tone and only raised her voice on his name. Though she's all tough and rough kid, she still knows how to be mannered with customers and since he's a customer, she HAS to be polite. Her grandmother will freak out if she scolds him though she wants to. She stood up and put her both hands on her waist. Haruka tilted her head slightly and spoke, "Good thing you arrived early. Come inside."
She was about to enter the door and suddenly it went itself bang on her. She was quick to reflex and blocked it. She growled. Her eyes turned inside the clinic and noticed a laughing figure; a psychotic Alakazam!! Venasaur entered in and growled; dashed towards it. They ran around and all she could hear were loud bang and dush. She shouted for them, "Dont break anything or so help me I will ask two of you to CLEAN the clinic for the next two weeks!" Though she sounded like a step mother, or sister; She has soft spots for these fellow and optimistically (for once in her life) she thought at least they feel better now that they can run and chase each other. The clinic was still closed and it might take few minutes to ready. Since there's a customer, she has to prepare everything quickly.
Besides, it's Ginjiro the trainer. It's not like she's happy to have him here. With the grin and smile and joyful tone, Haruka is definitely the opposite of him.
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Post by GINJIRO OONISHI on Dec 25, 2010 0:08:17 GMT -5
G I N J I R O★ O O N I S H I fly away now! [/size] ![/color] fly away now,[/b][/div] I NEED YOU TO MAKE-BELIEVE I WANT YOU TO MAKE-BELIEVE [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,460,true][atrb=style, background: url(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v723/Inra/bluestripe10.png); padding: 5px; border: 2 px solid #262F3D;]
“ "Eh?! How come I show up, and it's, 'WHAT TROUBLE ARE YOU CAUSIN','" he grinned easily and strung together a good-humored, "It's not my fault, trouble likes me, what can I say." Stifling a yawn while Kei clung to him as best as possible—his tail was pretty much proverbially in the way, because it was . . . a spring, and didn't really respect the space his arm needed—Ginji titled his head in curiosity, his look not lost as much as surprised. He worked to place the comment, having forgotten that he had even bothered to look any different at all. (Or, at least, it was probably something vague and strange like that.)
Not one to waste time deciding if it was an insult or a compliment, his smile didn't droop or twitch; honestly, he could have cared less either way. So, the Princess as a little blunt. As far as Ginji was concerned, he was dressed well—hey, he appreciated the luxury of a tuxedo just not the price tag, per se and the comfort of a cotton shirt equally—because Ginjiro Oonishi prided himself on always being dressed well, "Haha! Glad to have your approval. If it can redeem me a little, you look nice, too."
Leaving Kei to enjoy the comfort of a tabletop that was very far away from anything bigger than him, Ginji dropped into a seat and—with the same crackling, electric energy he always had—tugged his legs up and crossed them Indian-style. (It was in his nature to make himself completely at home. Anywhere on the face of the Earth.) With his other arm propped on the table, he sifted through the bag on his lap casually, "Erm, did I thank you for last time? Uh, so . . . thanks! Nothing wrong with being sure!" And he stopped midway, regarding his bag suspiciously—it was a sea of stuff with no home—before braving its mysterious depths again.
After getting all five Pokeballs together, he grinned again and ignored the urge to tip his top hat because, low and behold, that might have looked a bit weird with no top hat there and all, "Sorry, sorry. Anyway . . . I just needed them to be checked over—?" Tilting to see beyond her hips, he noticed the Venasaur bolt into the backroom, and winced as metal crashed to the tiled floor behind the door frame. He supposed he played referee, in a kind of 'stop violence WITH VIOLENCE' way, and it tempted a laugh that didn't come. Although he went around calling himself a trainer, Ginjiro was shockingly lazy, and had no interest in all the bruises and burns that came with Pokemon. (For some reason, he was apparently accident prone. And also, if you had a sense of humor, flammable.)
Leaning back, he replied with an easy-going, but low, "Never get a break, eh? I'll help if you want any . . ." He couldn't imagine handling more than what he already had! How the hell did breeders and nurses do it?!
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OOC: IT'S OKAY, BECAUSE I LIKE YOUR CHARACTERS, PAN. <3 Haruka is cute, and therefore the post is cute! Simple logic. And Spoink was injured the last time he was here, not in the present. (Sorry, I may have gotten a little confused. I can't tell if the wording in your post was vague or mine was vague . . . :"D But hopefully that'll clear it up.) And sorry, it took a while for me to get back to this, because of . . . various circumstances. ||||OTL
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