high school is old news!

Times have gotta keep changing, and I've been around here way too long! There's a whole world out there for me!

[nolongerfuuro]

would you play the pocky game with Buck, Barry???

would you

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yeah, but he'd LOSE!!!

[nolongerfuuro]

Buck sets up a pocky booth

no one comes

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I'd go!!

[toddallison-deactivated20121225]

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WH-WHAT

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NO!!!!

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no homo

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It may be unknown to some, but Barry has just a bit of a mischievous streak. He doesn't mean any harm, honestly, but there are just times when, quite frankly, boys will be boys. He's stumbled upon a phone-- a pretty nice one at that-- in the locker rooms. Whose could it be?

A team mate? Maybe. This locker room is used by the whole school. The blond stares at the screen, and then looks both ways, as if the owner may be nearby to catch him. He clicks through the contacts list-- who does he know on here? A lot of people. But there's quite a few unfamiliar names, too.

Should he do it?

Before that question has even passed through his mind, Barry has sent a text message.

TO [insert YOUR NAME HERE]: did you know?? in french dandelions are called pissenlit which means urinate in bed

Yeah, he should do it.

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WEENIE HUT JRS: AN FP OPEN

[topsyturvywaiter-deactivated201]

[Landing flat on his ass for the second time today, Silver glared up at the dumbshit blond that just knocked him over. Jaw jetting forward in anger, Silver placed a palm against the asphalt and pushed himself up. He stepped closer, leering at the blond. Not only had he just got Silver thrown out of this fabulous eating establishment that always succeeded in giving his ego a boost, but he had just knocked him on his ass. Without much further hesitation, Silver proceeded to slam his knuckles right into the boy’s face. He waved his hand a bit in response, making a tch noise.]

Your “friendly” is a little more annoying and disruptive than you think. Some people just want to eat a weenie in some peace.

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[Getting punched in the face fucking hurts. Barry's a little caught up in just the sensation and revelation of oh my god, that really hurt, to listen to the disgruntled boy speak. By the time he's done-- which is, granted, not a very long time at all; it seems the redhead it quite curt and brisk on his words. Maybe Barry would give some sort of snarky response back if he wasn't so pissed about getting hit. It's probably been about ten seconds-- the blond doesn't hesitate when he puts a foot back and clenches his left hand into a fist, hooking it into Silver's jaw with a gruff sort of grunt.]

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[Off in the not-so-far distance, Brendan hears a loud thud, more specifically, the sound of an unused birthday gift clattering to the ground. Barry. 

The tall boy hustles to where he had heard the noise, his mind still thinking about food. The more and more he thought about Chipotle, the more it didn’t sound as pleasing at this hour of the night.

He slows his jog as he approaches the school gates. There, he witnessed a truly gruesome scene - at the left corner lay one of his best friends - at the right corner lay his spectral rock - at the front of the gate lay his birthday present to said friend, an upside down salsabol.]

Yo, Barry! You okay, man? [He hoists his friend off the ground onto the thin blonde’s legs] I was thinkin’ about maybe grabbing some cheesy breadsticks to eat or something. You in? I mean, so long as you’re alright, of course. [Brendan takes out his Pokeball and puts Stalagmite-Kun back inside, awaiting Barry’s response]

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[WHAT? Barry watches as the pokemon, I guess, is returned to its ball in a flash of red light. He's not sure if he's dreaming or not anymore-- why is he outside? why isn't he wearing pants? Why is the salsabol on the ground? Everything is so confusing as he stands up and rubs his knees with a huff.]

Yeah, 'course I'm fine! The ground's the one who's lucky IT didn't get hurt! [He grins, still thoroughly out of mind as he picks up the now scraped plastic of the salsobol and dusts it off. In some sort of challenge to the pavement, he stomps his foot. WOw] What the heck were you doing with stalagmite-kun at this hour? [With a tuck of the arm, he fits the platter snugly at his side.]

Don't stalagmite-kuns need sleep? [A pause.] Don't Brendans need sl-- [He's cut off at the mention of cheesy bread.] I was gonna go get some chips and dip for this thing, actually! [Barry pats the salsabol endearingly.] A pit stop doesn't sound like it could hurt, though!

[academyhotshot]

Ehh, I kinda had an idea, but I dunno if the other person’ll go through with it! {He laughed, one of those laughs that almost seems too brash for the subject at hand. He could blame it on the cold in the air, or the fact that he was feeling a bit ill himself.} ‘Sides, I dunno if they make tights in my size…

{He leaned back, stretching out and making a soft groan of contentment. It feels like it had been a while since it had been just the two of them, one on one, talking about whatever crossed their minds. There was a sense of reassurance around it; like they’d be this close forever, regardless of seasons or other people.

Buck? Get tired of Christmas?} Whaaaaaaat! Dude, never!! {He turned to face Barry once more; a serious expression washing over his features.} If I ever get tired of Christmas, you have permission to shock me into submission.

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Tights? [Barry flips onto his back and gives the redhead a sidelong glance, brows knit tight with inquiry. His nostrils twitch, and his lips press together thoughtfully.] Well, 'm sure you could just stretch them out or something! And if they still don't fit, ripped tights are like-- you know, fashion, or whatever. [Blinking once, he brings his eyes upward again, the toes of his shoes fiddling anxiously in the air.] Who's the other person? [Another pause, before a real question pops up in his mind.] And what the heck kinda costume are you planning if you need tights?

[A smile spreads back over his face, easy like-- well, not like butter, but maybe like cream cheese, as Buck works his words out of his mouth. The blond gives a slight chuckle of, "haha, that rhymed," before replying.] Now that I've got a Jolteon, I definitely will if that DOES happen! [Speaking of, he scoops the electric pokemon into his arms and places her on his chest. She seems to be in a better mood as she stamps her feet onto the fabric of his shirt and curls up, satisfied to use her trainer as a bed. He breathes out a laugh.]

So, the REAL question is, though... how much is it paying? [He looks up from Jolteon.] If it's better than where I'm working, you've got to help me out! [Not to say that he didn't LIKE waiting tables-- actually, yes, that's exactly what he's saying. However, given Barry's restless nature, it's probably better than working as a cashier.]

[academyhotshot]

{Umbreon did laps around him; leaping from one side of his body to the other before curling up in his lap. He scratched right under her ear, making the rings on her body give a soft glow.

He sighs wistfully, once again taking in the fact that yes, he finally has a job. Money had started to run low since he hadn’t been battling trainers up on the mountain (a thing he missed doing). And although he was upset about it cutting into training time, a lot of training involved money, which was something this would give him. Man, what a vicious circle.}

Huh? I know, man! But jeez, Halloween’s almost here. Speakin’ of, what’re you gonna dress up as? {Not like Buck had a costume yet either, but oh well. Umbreon pawed at her pokeball, rolling it around like a toy only moments before passing out. He chuckled, carefully picking her up into his arms to keep her warm against the winds that were blowing in. Off in the distance, leaf blowers could be heard, tending to the other fields and facilities of the school. He turned his attention back to Barry; his expressions and mannerisms clashed with the serenity of nature.}

Yeah!! I’m a cashier at one of those year-round Christmas stores. Y’know, the ones that sell decorations and stuff. I think it’ll be pretty fun!

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Oh, right! Halloween, Halloween... [He makes a thoughtful "hrrrm", hand to his chin and expression bearing a striking likeness to Patrick Star as he acquires a taste for free-form jazz. What is he going to dress up as? Somehow the thought hasn't crossed his mind at all. There's still nearly a month to plan it-- but Barry is generally a proactively festive person, regardless of the holiday. It would seem Buck is the same, considering his new work place.

Barry smiles a bit wryly.] I dunno, man...! If you're asking, that's gotta mean you've got an idea for yourself, right? [Falling onto his side, the blond lays out flat on his back next to his bffsie. Wow...anime. The astroturf irritates the back of his neck a bit, but he can deal. On the up side, it won't leave grass stains on his dress shirt.] Then again, if you don't have an idea either... two minds are better than one!

[The idea of Drake and Josh crosses his mind. It occurs to Barry neither of them look anything like Josh Peck, nor Drake Bell, and he feels a little disappointed. But, back to the matter at hand-- Buck's job. Jolteon taps her moist nose to his forehead, ears twitching, and Barry ignores it as he speaks, eyes on the sky.]

All year round? Don't you think you'll get tired of all the Christmas cheer? [Here, his smile turns into a deeply concerned expression. The idea of Buck growing tired of Christmas cheer is actually Very Serious.] That would be bad, Buck. I wouldn't have anyone to wear fake beards with anymore if you go tired of Christmas!

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BATTLE!!!! ! ! ! ! ! !

[flowerofhoenn]

Wh— Hey!! [Furrowing her brows, she clenched her fists. That was really out of nowhere! Not to mention that Barry was really starting off with some big moves! Gotta think fast. She pointed forward hurriedly]

Pelipper, skitty, dodge it quick!!

[Pelipper quickly angled to the side, drifting quickly out of the way of the attack which just barely narrowly missed it. Skitty however, wasn’t so lucky. Letting out a mreow of pain, skitty skidding across the ground. Paws catching at the loose dirt, it managed to halt itself from moving further and quickly pounced back in the other direction. Surprisingly enough, despite it taking a fairly hard hit, skitty still looked a little more energetic about the battle. Maybe it was thinking it wanted some pay back, or maybe it just thought it was fun.]

Alright pelipper, lets get this started! Use mist, and skitty, dig under the ground! 

[Skitty dived into the ground, chunks of rock following behind its tail as pelipper puffed up and let out a mist across the field. Things got hard to see fast. However, the faint glow of jolteon’s electricity could be seen through the fog. Planting a foot down, and pointing a hand forward, May smirked.] Okay, now pelipper, use aerial ace at heracross!! 

[In a flash, the bird Pokemon circled in from behind and cut through the mist with its speed, slashing at heracross with its wing. It spun upward and let out a call, pleased with the attack it just dealt.] 

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The blond winces visibly, face caught in a grimace as fog covered the field-- he takes in a huffy breath through his nose. There's no point in calling out a dodge at this point.

"Heracross, use your arms to guard-- keep your ground!" Unfortunately, the fact of the matter is that a flying move is death on wings (heh) to heracross. Barry sucks it up, and hopes that his pokemon will too-- at the very least, this provides for an opportunity, with the bird pokemon so close. Once he hears the attack land, Barry snaps his fingers again.

"Quick, while it's close, and you can see it! Use rock slide, and try to clip its wings!"

The steady buzzing of insect wings can be heard amongst the flapping and rumbling of rocks-- just barely, the mist falters, though the blond himself still has to squint to make anything out.

Now, to deal with skitty or not-- Barry knows a ground move is gonna hit hard, but if he's got pelipper on the rocks (heh), then he's got to take the offensive while he can. Nodding to himself, he calls Jolteon-- and treads carefully through the mist, nose and ears twitching as she follows the sound of heracross' wings.

"When you can see it, use thunder fang on pelipper!"

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but first you gotta shave or its no deal

,

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I'm sorry I love you lets go elope now

YOU'RE A TORCHIC

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your balls I mean

[he chucks a premier ball at its forehead]

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SCREAMS AND BREATH FIRE AND POOPS ON YOUR SHOES

WHAT THE FLIPPING HECKER CRAP

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opens mouth

[Begins to pull out pokeb--]

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looks up with you with desu eyes

[Squats down to pet it aww yiss sprinkles some bread crumbs for it]

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pecks at your feet

Huh--! Aw, wow! Sweet, it's a torchic!