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Post by loafingdragon on Jul 4, 2012 22:56:29 GMT -5
Karla met his gaze and rolled her eyes. "He smokes." And she tapped a finger on the table impatiently. "I don't like it, but I guess it's not that bad."
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Post by subtleAssiduities on Jul 7, 2012 11:17:47 GMT -5
"Oh," Note and Tunes said in unison, sitting back.
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Post by loafingdragon on Oct 29, 2012 19:09:09 GMT -5
"Hey," Spot seemed to have ninja'd back into the restaurant, startling Karla with a tap on the shoulder.
"What?"
The expression he had had moments before melted for a moment. "You talkin' 'bout me?" He asked, feigning offense.
"Oh, I-"
"Nevermind." He said, serious again "Some woman outside looks like she's looking for someone. There's some mousy guy with her. Ring any bells?"
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Post by subtleAssiduities on Nov 2, 2012 14:31:35 GMT -5
Note and Tunes exchanged a wary expression before Tunes turned back to Spot. "Can you tell him we're not here?"
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Post by loafingdragon on Nov 2, 2012 14:47:58 GMT -5
"Yes," Karla agreed. "Don't let them in."
"Kay. I'll set Snuff on th-"
"Oh, no no no no. No. Can't you just... ask them. Or something?"
He pursed his lips. "You don't think I tried that? She said you owed her something, or some stupid shiz like that. Listen, if they're someone who's really bothering you..."
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Post by subtleAssiduities on Nov 2, 2012 15:27:41 GMT -5
Tunes was starting to look scared, and Note fidgeted uneasily. "They... They really are. We can't let them get too close," he said hurriedly.
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Post by loafingdragon on Nov 2, 2012 20:59:58 GMT -5
"I'll get them out of here." He said, tilting his hat and turning. He was gone in a jangle of his cuffs, disappearing out the door. Oliver had returned Road-rice to his Pokéball and removed Pantheon's, signaling that he was serious enough about this.
Karla watched him go anxiously. "Will he be able to handle this?" She was nearly on her feet already.
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Post by subtleAssiduities on Nov 4, 2012 20:07:00 GMT -5
"I don't know," Tunes said softly.
"But we couldn't before," Note murmured pensively, equally as nervous.
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Post by loafingdragon on Nov 9, 2012 19:33:10 GMT -5
Karla's eyes widened. "I'm going."
"That won't be necessary."
Karla swung her arm, smacking the source of the voice in the face. Sherman yelped and clutched his nose with shaking hands, talking quickly between Karla's panicked strikes. "No, please don't- We're not trying to get- Stoppit!" The lab assistant grabbed her hands. "Listen! Please don't make a scene. We're not going to hurt you or your Pokémon."
"We!?" Karla squealed, breaking free of the techie's grip and backing up.
"Well, Dr Cherri is here. She's outside tending to some tall skinny guy's wounds but-"
A look of horror came across her face. She snatched the young man by his trembling wrists. "What did you do to him!?" But she was too impatient to await an answer and simply started dragging him towards the door.
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