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Post by subtleAssiduities on Mar 30, 2013 11:02:29 GMT -5
Charlie sat up slowly and stared at the Pokémon, dumbstruck. As she watched the little creature shake its head to clear it, it suddenly ocurred to her, and her eyes widened. "That... is why those goons are after us." She got up slowly, and turned to Max. "It fell out of the pocket! That's why they were chasing you. They're not after the jacket, they're after the Pokémon!"
She turned back toward the Pokémon and took a few tentative steps toward it. Then she knelt and held out her hand. "It's okay, little thing... come here, we won't hurt you."
The Pokémon turned toward her, nervous for only a moment before it came up to her. It stopped short and touched the tip of one of her fingers. Charlie felt a jolt of what only could be described as psychic energy run through her, and it nearly knocked her off her feet. Then the Pokémon came closer, evidently deciding to trust her, and hopped into her hand. She picked it up in both hands and stood, a little dazed.
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Post by Atticus on Mar 30, 2013 15:17:32 GMT -5
"Are you serious?!" Max growled, running his hand through his hair and turning his back to the girl and the Pokémon, pacing a little bit. "Shit!" He whirled around and looked at the Ralts with something of a glare. It was his fault for taking the jacket, but that thought didn't cross his mind. He only knew that he'd been chased out of town for one little Psychic Pokémon and that shit had just gotten real.
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Post by subtleAssiduities on Mar 30, 2013 15:32:57 GMT -5
The little creature flinched at the sound of his voice, and Charlie glared at him. "You're scaring it," she said scornfully, before stooping to pick up the Pokéball. After a moment of fumbling she was able to get it to work, and the little creature disappeared back into the ball. She held the ball in her hand for a minute, contemplating, and then slowly stuck it in the pocket of her hoodie. If those goons were looking for the ball in the jacket, maybe they could spare the Pokémon by hiding it. It was kind of far-fetched, but it made her feel a little better.
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Post by Atticus on Mar 30, 2013 15:35:54 GMT -5
When Charlie told him to hush, Charlie only threw his hands onto his temples and tried to speak, to no avail. Shaking his head, he turned around and resumed his march to Lavender Town, which was now only a couple dozen feet ahead.
Codie ran up Max's shirt and sat on his shoulder, looking at the boy curiously. The purple rat turned around and gave Charlie an incredulous look.
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Post by subtleAssiduities on Mar 30, 2013 15:57:52 GMT -5
With a running leap Penny placed herself on Charlie's shoulders. She put her front paws on her head and grinned toothily at him, a cheshire cat grin that would make any small rodent think twice about looking at her human suspiciously. But the mirth left her expression as they entered the spooky town. Her tail ticked nervously and she let out a wary mew.
Charlie put her hand on the Meowth's head as if she wasn't sure that she was there. She looked around the town, a little uneasy simply because of the ominous atmosphere. Now that she was here she could believe how people could believe in ghost stories here...
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Post by Atticus on Mar 30, 2013 16:07:55 GMT -5
When Penny jumped on Charlie's shoulders, Codie neardly fell of Max's. Recovering himself, though, he stood on his trainer with his hind legs and slapped his chest a few times with his paws and sticking his neck out at her. He then proceeding in scurrying into Max's pocket to avoid any consequences for his actions. He didn't even know the Meowth's name.
Max stopped in the center of town, spinning around. It was taking a few moments to collect his memory... He took a good hard look at the Radio Tower and felt his blood start to boil. That hadn't been there last time... No, last time, he'd seen the Pokémon Tower, where you were supposed to pay your respect to fallen comrades. Max's hands balled into fists and he marched right into the lobby of the Radio Tower, taking out his anger on the person nearest to him.
"What the fuck is this!?" he snarled at the lady as the front desk. "Sir, I'm not quite sure what you're referring to but I'm going to have to ask you to calm down--" "What the fuck is wrong with you people?! You built a Radio Tower over a place where you're supposed to pay your respects to dead Pokémon? You couldn't find any other patch of last in this whole fucking region? You had to tear down a fucking Memorial Service honoring man's best friends so that people could listen to music as they walked around?! We have televisions for news. Are you fucking kidding me?!"
While Max had been ranting, the woman hit a button under her desk and a security guard came up behind the teenage boy and hauled him over his shoulder like an infant, opening the door and tossing the kid outside. "Shut your mouth, boy," was all he said before going back inside.
"Fuck's sake," Max growled, brushing the dirt and gravel off his sleeves.
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Post by subtleAssiduities on Mar 30, 2013 16:17:14 GMT -5
Once Charlie realized what trouble Max might be getting them into she had hung back, not entering more than a few feet inside the building. She waited a couple moments before following the security guards outside and arrived just in time to hear Max's vociferation. "You okay?"
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Post by Atticus on Mar 30, 2013 16:24:53 GMT -5
"No," Max shot back simple, pursing his lips angrily. He got up, tired of how much he'd been thrown on the ground lately. Without another word he began to walk off and look at the three other houses in the area. The old man should be in one of them.
Suddenly, he felt a stinging in his elbow and put his hand over it, hissing. Looking at his hand, he noticed the blood on it and grind his teeth. He pulled the sleeve of his glove over his elbow, though it was clearly covered in dirt from the fall and likely to become infected. It only stung more from the fabric rubbing on it, and he pulled of the glove entirely. He looked at the scrape on his elbow and let out the equivalent of a sigh mixed with some sort of hiss. He banged the side of a house with his fist in frustration and then turned to look at the sign on the door. Mr. Fuji... Could that be it?
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Post by subtleAssiduities on Mar 30, 2013 16:28:49 GMT -5
Charlie frowned, but she wasn't about to say anything that could potentially get some of that angry energy directed at her. She simply followed in silent, letting Max do what he wanted to do. She just hoped that he didn't piss off the wrong people. She bit her lip momentarily at the thought. He seemed to be awfully good at that...
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Post by Atticus on Mar 30, 2013 16:34:35 GMT -5
Max rounded the corner to the front of the house, twisting the door knob and walking in. Inside, he was greeted by only a few tombstones and a mother and child mourning the loss of a Pokémon. An old man was at the back of the house, doing simply nothing but standing there. With new visitors, however, he perked up and met Max into the house half way.
"Fuji, right?" Max said simply, and the old man raised his brows. "Yes, and you're... Abigail's son, are you not?" The old man was quirky as hell, so half of Max had been expecting that. He was still a little startled, though. "Yeah," he nodded.
"And who's that by the door?" the white-haired man asked.
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Post by subtleAssiduities on Mar 30, 2013 16:37:59 GMT -5
Upon acknowledgement Charlie perked up and hurried to Max's side. "I'm Charlie," she said politely, albeit clearly shy. "I'm traveling with Max. It's nice to meet you." She extended her hand to shake, and Penny let out a little coo in welcoming.
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