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Post by Haruka Cerest on Dec 14, 2010 1:19:15 GMT -5
DONTFALLFOR||THISINNOCENTFACE - - - - - - - - - - - - -{ Hey Bad Girl * Afureru namida wa yowasa ya koukai janai
Itami ga unda kakera de.
The song continued to play as sher both hands jammed to the tone. The small fingers plucked and vibe constantly like she was actually playing a bass guitar. She was enjoying the song, frankly she was. Perhaps it is one of her many lame talents but she can easily actually take note and melody pretty good. The blond had her eyes and the rest of the unnecessary sense close as she was into the song. She tapped her fingers alternately as she followed the rhythm. The song was about to end when all of sudden a light tap hit her left shoulder. It was more of a friendly tap and for that Haruka turned her head to the direction. A figure stood tall and it was a muscular man form her point of view. The dark shade from the sun light rose behind him covered his face but from his deep voice, Haruka can tell who he was. "MY MAN!" He greeted the fake boy. The huge muscular arms opened wide to give a sign of warm welcome and happy to meet her again. He was a bout to give her a hug and Haruka immediately extended her hand for a simple shake. She was not a hug lover nor she liked to be hugged by a man like him. The hard and big bubbling muscles will only give her goosebumps and trauma. Disappointed to be rejected, the man quickly extended his hand and shook the teenager's hand.
Of course, he made it without any attention to hug her and as ego as a man could be, he maintained his pride well from been humiliated to the rejection---
especially from a person like her.
The man gripped her hand tight and gave a sheepish smile, "Good to see you again! How's my favorite lady?" He spoke. The lady he meant was Haruka's grandmother and these two have known each other since she was a baby!They used to train together but Haruka was shocked when she was told that her Oba-chan was a trainer! The man is the king of jungle. He knows a lot about the Northern Region and he even self-proclaims Haruka as his apprentice! Really, that was annoying. Haruka has no more attention to be a trainer or so whatever. She wants to look after her old family member shop and that's that. Haruka raised her head up at him, he was way taller than her! "She's all good. Lenny and I have been watching over her and her shop. Come and stop by sometimes!"
The man nodded. He looked at the young teenage as he gave a small smile. Haruka grew up fast and she's all responsible now. Dennex will be proud and he better be. Still, he wondered. Haruka seemed rather cute than charming and to hear the old lady called him 'Hanani' was little too suspicious. Never mind, he whispered.
That kid has her own reasons then. Haruka watched as the man took his leave and his own business to settle. Why she was even here? Easy, because she wanted to. Purika and Kaze, her two loyal pets and comrades went for a stroll not far from where she was. She headed for a shop nearby. The shop was simple and ordinary looking, with simple rooftop and thick wooden walls. Four rounds chairs arranged beside the counter and the decorations were more to customers convenient. She sat on one of the round chair and placed her both elbows on the counter table. The counter boy greeted her, "Anything to drink?"
And Haruka answered, "Fruit juice would be nice."
She turned around and spotted another figure, two seats away from her. Her eyes glanced down on his bag and then up to his face. He does not seem so familiar. She would definitely remember if she happens to meet him. Her eyes glanced back to her front and waited quietly for her drink to be served. The setting was just another morning and busy working day and a perfect day for trainer to go for adventure.
*World Is Hers}- - - - - - - - - - - - - OOC; Another post! <3 |
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Post by KOUTA AKIYAMA on Dec 15, 2010 3:02:54 GMT -5
Mountains. Paths. Guys focusing on building muscles and chucking rocks at one another. None of it was Kouta's cup of tea. Work and muscle heads. That's all he ever encountered on the mountains. It didn't help that he was at a sort of type disadvantage in the hills. Electric had never fared well against ground type Pokemon, which was what most of his party consisted of. Kouta would have to change that soon. Sticking to one type was bound to get him into some trouble. At least, that's what the trainer told himself as he trudged through the town, hands shoved in his pockets and his trusty Granbull, Moko, plodding along after him.
Kouta sighed, looking at the little village. There wasn't much to see in this small place, let alone much to do or many places to laze about at. A gym, a center, all the usual stuff, yeah, but where was the fun, the places he could hit on chicks at? "What to do, Moko? What to do?" Another sigh left the boy, a slouch to his posture. His Granbull seemed to have other ideas, slowing to a stop in front of a building, letting his trainer walk on ahead. Moko tilted his head to the side, looking at the building. Noticing that his Pokemon was no longer by his side, Kouta looked over his shoulder, the dog-like creature pointing at the building.
Not expecting much, Kouta walked back to Moko, giving the building a glance. "Are you serious, Moko?" the trainer ran a hand through his hair, looking at the place, then down at his Pokemon. He sighed again. "I guess I can't complain. Better than nothing." Into the place Kouta went, Moko following behind. He took a seat on one of the chairs. The Granbull climbed his way onto the chair next to Kouta. He set his bag on the ground next to his chair, asking for a bowl of water for the Pokemon.
After making sure his Snubble-in-a-Granbull's-body was taken care of, the boy placed his guitar case on the counter, pulling out the electric guitar. Unfortunately... "OH COME ON!" One of the strings was broken. "This isn't even funny! I thought I just fixed this thing!" He groaned, digging around in the case for his extra strings. He didn't realize the other person at the counter had been looking at him, or that someone else was even in the place, focusing on fixing his guitar and keeping the paws of his Pokemon from breaking anything else.
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Post by Haruka Cerest on Dec 16, 2010 20:05:02 GMT -5
DONTFALLFOR||THISINNOCENTFACE - - - - - - - - - - - - -{ Hey Bad Girl * The chilling princess leaned her right hand on top of her chin and had her thumb brush along the corner of the top lip. She was not much of a talker, nor that she loved to be friendly to a stranger. She loved to play it simple and mind her own business. Many people mistaken her as playing cool and macho but hell the crap, she has no attention to be a actor to maintain such ego! She was just being herself and for that fact she glanced her eyes only to the man with her mouth shut close and tight.
Haruka was quite fascinated with pokemon's sense of loyalty. Even when their master decided to abandon them, they remained to stand on their guard and believed their owners. No matter how lame or weak their masters are, they intend to walk on the same path as them. Her olive eyes watched quietly as the little big guy drank the clear plain water from the bowl. He gulped the water it as if he was stranded in dessert and finally found an oasis to stop and drink. She gave a quick snort and turned away.
Finally, the cashier boy arrived with plastic platter and a glass of juice she ordered. He gave a smile and spoke, "Here you go. Enjoy the drink."
"Today's going to be a hot day, huh?"
Haruka held the glass firmly in her right grip. She gave a calm smile as boyish as she could and raised the glass up. It was magnificent how her throat intended to be very flexible and the esophagus could withstand the continuous water flow intake. She gulped the whole big-sized glass of juice with ices (small ices) with a stop! The juice was poured vertically downward through her mouth and it was a perfect swallow; not a sip was left behind.
She put down the glass.
The boy blinked out of words as he witnessed this boy drank like a drunker! Haruka grinned and replied, "Thank you and it is. That's the reason why this juice is tastier now." The boy gave a wide smiled and nodded slightly. He turned and continued his way with the olive eyes watched his every step. Good thing nobody knows her real gender or she will the shameful granddaughter of Mrs. Crest. Hahaha, not all girls can drink that big glass in one breath!
She jolted as she heard a sudden out of tune plucked in the air. "WHAT THE---" She muttered as she turned to face the direction dramatically. Her eyes stared on the boy earlier with his guitar. She heard his complaints and troubles on the guitar. Her eyes were very observant; she could notice one of the string was broken. Unsure of her ability to help yet she felt to give an aid, Haruka stood up and walked to him. The steps were light and weak as if she was in sleeping walking. She spoke with calm and harsh voice, the normal boyish voice she used everyday. "Do you need my help there?"
A good offer, from someone who disliked to get her ass in trouble. She tilted her head and noticed the string was rather too tight, perhaps that could be the problem that caused it to break. "I'm not a musician but I can help with your guitar." She continued. Her eyes glanced on the boy as he was busy in search for the string to replace. Of course, she's not a talented instrument player. She knows about Pokemon and handles a good clinic shop. Other than that, she's the top zero. Well that's only what she thought of herself of course.
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Post by KOUTA AKIYAMA on Dec 22, 2010 14:22:58 GMT -5
Moko was a curious Pokemon, that much was for sure. Ever since Kouta had gotten him as a Snubble Moko had stuck his nose where he wasn't wanted. Even now, lifting his bulldog-like mug from the bowl of water placed in front of him, Moko put his front paws on Kouta's leg, trying to squeeze his head under the trainer's arm. Water dripped from his jaw and onto the boy's lap, some of the water getting all over Kouta's arm as well. "C'mon, Moko," the trainer half whined, turning towards the Pokemon and lightly pushing the Granbull back onto his own chair. Kouta did take care to make sure that his Pokemon wouldn't fall and hurt himself. "Drink your water. There's some left, and who knows how long we have to go until we find a place."
Obediently the Granbull took a few laps of water, but it never took its eyes off of the guitar. Curiosity had gotten the better of Moko once again. This time he put his front paws on the counter, leaning over Kouta this time to look down at the guitar and, specifically, what the trainer was doing to it. Water still dripped from his jowels. "Moko! You're not making things any easier." The Granbull's ears pulled back, but he was much too curious. Kouta couldn't exactly search for what he needed with his Pokemon drooling all over the guitar, quite literally, too.
Trying to push the Granbull back onto the chair was proving a bit difficult, even when someone else came over and caught the fairy Pokemon's attention. Help? Kouta could use some help in getting Moko away from the guitar long enough for him to replace the strings. While returning Moko to the Pokeball would be easier, and a lot quicker, Kouta didn't want the Pokemon upset. Moko needed some exercise and attention, anyway, and this stranger was extending a helping hand. "Yeah. Keep him busy and I can get this done in no time." it wouldn't be that hard of a request considering Moko was a friendly one, already trying to sniff at the clothing of this new person.
Kouta dug out a small bag with extra string in it, setting it down on the counter and looking over his shoulder at the other blonde. "If you're not a musician, how would you know what to do with a guitar?" He didn't mean anything bad by it, but Kouta didn't know the meaning of subtly or how to word things in a more polite manner. It didn't help any that he was protective over the instrument. "I can handle it on my own. It's not hard." Even now he began taking the current strings off of the guitar, working while talking. "But Moko is more curious than a Meowth and gets into everything."
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