Like a Tidal Wave

Brawly. 21. Nobody. housing: apartment q-3 daily power: Makuhita! joined: August 7, 2016 | Gym Leader Brawly of Pokemon RSE/ORAS RP blog affiliated with Citta Alveare |

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SO, since it’s been so long, I’ll be dropping previous threads on Brawly and my other accounts and starting fresh (with the exception of replies to starters I owe!), so go ahead and give this a like for a starter of varying length from The Big Wave himself! Cap @ 3! Previous interactions/castmates exempt!

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Green had been relaxing lazily on the beach in Dewford. It was a nice spot to be on vacation in, and this was his first time being in Hoenn. It was a bit off from the main land, but Green always had an affinity for islands since he spent part of his childhood on one. Along with that, unlike when he went taround Kanto and Johto, nobody was asking him to battle for his badge, so that was another plus. He would definitely have to try out surfing later too, the waves were pretty impressive. This island was a nice small paradise, it’d be hard to leave eventually.

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“The PERFECT bucket, here it is!” A pail was held triumphantly over his head and Brawly smirked, clearly proud of the highest quality grains gathered around the beach-- he’d gone through scoldings, rocks, agitated Krabby, and difficult tubers for these grains and all that was left was to find the ideal location for the most awesome sand castle!

“AUGH--” This was all for naught, however. Brawly failed to see the relaxed gym leader’s place on the beach, and two--three stumbling steps later, the bucket was spilled all over the better part of said leader. “MY-- MY SAND--...”

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Isae was definitely not the most outgoing person in the world. She didn’t raise her voice unless necessary and she normally wasn’t one to approach others. But there were those unnatural hair colors again. Blue hair really? She quickly looked away when she caught herself staring. Then she felt bad about acting like she wasn’t staring. So she stood, steeled herself a little and walked over to him.

“I wanted to apologize for staring. I’m still getting used to such brightly colored hair, since someone has told in some places it’s natural…. is yours?”

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Oh, she had decided to come over. Brawly had started thinking it was some kind of Hive City custom-- but he hadn’t exactly decoded what elongated periods of staring meant exactly. Maybe their meanings varied by the amount of time they went on for? Well, in any case, he couldn’t use her case as a precedent if she was gonna walk over! -- Eh? His hair? “Natural as the high tide of a good moon! Check it out, give it a ruffle!” Brawly craned his neck and ran a hand furiously through his blue locks, inviting her to do the same. “You can’t fake healthy! Looks good, right? “Hang on-- you mean, there are places where you can’t have blue hair all on your own?! No blue genes?!”

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Yeah, Rosa had seen this kid amble past more than once. She was just starting to wonder if he was an odd fiction, but the weight of his shoulders looked real enough now that it had been a third. That said, something told her this guy was having about eighty problems more than usual.

“Hate to bust your bubble, but no. If there were three of me in the world we’d be in trouble. Are you actually trying to get somewhere, or are existential crises a part of your day to day?”

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“So, I am going crazy…?” His whisper was a creak in the wind and all of his hope was sucked out of him with the remainder of his hope. This was the end of his rope… And it wasn’t even an Escape Rope… “Oh!” The question sounded fair and the crease in his brow indicated just how earnestly he went over the answer before delivering it with a broken, “Lately? About an average of one every six or so hours. Routines are an important part of a healthy lifestyle! “... ARGH. PLEASE. I’m just trying to get out of here!” He’d prided himself on his navigational skills and all of that was beginning to rot away. Brawly gasped. “Do you know the way?!”

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Upon Brawly’s decision that she was a Zigzagoon, Konoka’s face absolutely lit up. She’s definitely pleased with that! After all..

“Zigzagoon are adorable! I’d love to be a Zigzagoon! Sure, they can’t heal people, but still! They’re so fluffy!”

She grins widely up at the taller man, before finally giving a bow in his direction.

“I’m Konoe Konoka, from Kantō! I’ve heard- and seen- how good of a trainer you are, Brawly-san, so it’s really an honor to meet you!”

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“Yeah, they can’t heal, but I’ve never gotten so many free Ultra Balls in my life! Plus, they’ve got that nifty little walk-- you know the one? The one like--” Brawly demonstrated to the best of his ability, half hopping, half walking in a zigzag pattern before tripping over his own feet. Urk... How embarrassing... He shoved himself up sharply.“Oh, Kanto? Konoe Konoka-- Kanto’s Zigzagoon! No need to be so formal!” Mention of his work as a trainer forced a brighter grin upon him and Brawly chuckled, reveling in the limelight. “Thanks a ton! Pleasure’s all mine! You know, I studied in Kanto for some time-- but, like, fighting-studying. With Master Bruno! What parts are you from, little lady?” She’d mentioned healing-- maybe she had a preference for Pokemon with healing moves? Actually-- was she from his world, too?!

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“Well…let’s see; where to start?” she wondered where she could start to explain what brass instruments are. Obviously, she should start with the trumpet, but she had this feeling that…well, he was going to be one of those obnixious trumpet players (and God knows what happened when they show up).

Eh, fuck it.

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“A trumpet! Okay, okay!” He nodded with absolute attentiveness, wondering if he might be too late in grabbing some sorta pen and paper to compare what she was about to list-- yeah, she totally had that tone, the information-overload tone! Not that he minded in particular-- those kinds of tones tended to give him several key points to lock onto and pick at without being subjected to something he couldn’t stand! But, so far, everything she was saying wasn’t uninteresting at all! “Euphonium?” Although, he’d always thought the tuba was pretty cool-- he could easily put in some reps while playing some music with such a heaping instrument! How rad would that be?! And then, finally-- the trombone. Hm. Brawly scratched at his cheek, the intensity of his focus drawing up with his eyes as he scanned the ceiling as though the answer might be posted up there. “Then-- what do you think I would look coolest playing?!” And, as if to help the shop attendant out with this question, Brawly jumped back into a pose, crossing his arms and grinning strikingly. Good? Good?

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There he was with his face red again… It was so pleasing to see him so bashful! Who would of thought it?! The tough and charismatic Brawly so easy to fluster! She couldn’t help but gaze at him and simply… Enjoy it… Oddly, she could get used to this…

Just that seemed to make her forget about what she would be riding on, snapping back and smoothing out her dress while she collected her thoughts. No, that would not ruin this night. “I thought I forgot something, but I remembered I put it in my purse earlier today!”

Flannery looked up at his eyes when he held his hands out, thinking for a moment. No. She didn’t have anything to be afraid of, she was with him after all. She was safe, she always was when she was with him… This thought brought a smile to her face, placing her hand in his.

“How charming! You’re really surprising me tonight Brawly!” She said with a playful grin. “Are you going to tell me over dinner that you’re actually a prince from a far away land?”

What would that make her?

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Even if the compliment was said jokingly, Brawly still found himself grinning, eyebrow cocking up in challenge as if to say, and you expected less?

Although-- thinking on it... HAD he taken this too seriously? The thought pricked at his smile, making the corners twitch-- he was... just trying to prove his point! And half-assing that wouldn’t make it legitimate proof, right...?! Though there wasn’t much time to dwell on that after she’d taken his hand. Brawly’s grin returned at full force with an accompanied wink, concluding that he couldn’t not give it his all. “You’re gonna have to find that out over dinner, won’t you?” A few short steps up to the Pokemon in waiting and Brawly helped Flannery the best he could, waiting a moment before climbing on himself to ask-- “All good up there? You said you got your whatever it was, right?” Up he went! He pat the Salamence’s neck for good measure and cast a smile back at the other gym leader. “Hold on tight, yeah?”

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It’s not a difficult decision. Roxanne was far too embarrassed of her living quarters to subject him to them. She didn’t prefer being in them herself–to the extent that she’d opt to use public sanitation facilities and only really used the housing to sleep and store her things. She’s not even sure she could realistically offer him somewhere to sleep without one of them being crammed into the wall while the other struggled to stay on the bed. She’d done her best to make do, to keep the place up, but you reached a point of exhaustion where it just didn’t seem worth it anymore. And that was why, without thinking twice about it, she immediately suggested his place. They were beyond the point of it being rude or forward. Their friendship had bridge that gap a long time ago, so she was hardly ruffled by the suggestion and intended to pay him back for it later. And so they’re on their way, with Roxanne avidly keeping landmarks in mind so she’d know her way back. If Brawly spoke she listened, but Roxanne was obviously a little occupied by her thoughts. Thankfully Nosepass was there to knock her out of it if she fell in so deep she didn’t recognize her companion talking. When they arrive, the setting is so nice she could cry. Not quite idealic or even her standard, but there were no roaches and his air conditioner worked and the lingering odor of pollution was only half as bad. But she doesn’t cry, because she’s Roxanne. She smooths her skirt out instead, as if trying to live up to this nice place. She begins to focus on the couch, wondering if Brawly had blankets to spare or if she was going to be going without. She didn’t mind either way, with how warm the nights had been.

“And where is this toaster for our nick-of-time arrival?” hands pin to her hips; she definitely intends to make breakfast for the event. Roxanne hums pleasantly, already making herself at home.  “Is there even peanut butter or some kind of protein supplement in this city? How are you going to get by?” it’s a jest, but one Roxanne hopes doesn’t turn out to be a jinx. She begins to root around for fruit that could be used for smoothies the next day. 

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It’s almost like being back home-- without all of the comforts, but Roxanne’s presence does spruce up the place heaps.

“Kinda makes me wish I had stuffed a jar into my pants before getting-- sent over here..?” Brawly’s voice hitches up to mark a question in reference to their sudden appearance in Hive City-- were they sent? Transported? Kidnapped? He ultimately decides to not linger on word choice and instead follows up with the next query lining itself up in his head.  “I didn’t even ask you! Hey, Roxanne! When me ‘n Makuhita got here, we were wandering around a bit, so somewhere along the way, I stuck my hands in my pockets, right?” His storytelling is animated by the way he shifts around the kitchen to demonstrate just how his posture had been, and while his tone is bright and loud, there’s no telltale cheer or dismay. “And it turns out a shopping list was crammed in there! And my wallet-- and three nest balls! But, uh, I lost them all that day... (They didn’t even work!) I think I still have the list, though... “Oh, but anyway-- that’s crazy! Because Makuhita couldn’t even stay as Hariyama, but I got to keep a piece of paper with revenge on Gardenia notes in the margins? Anyway, anyway, anyway-- did you have stuff with you?” With his recounting finished, he’s picked up on her searching, and starts digging through the cabinets for whatever it might be she’s looking for. Salt? Sliding it over. Pepper? Maybe-- so he set that in front of her, too, regarding her with a curious and expectant stare for all of three seconds before tugging continuous container after container and stacking those in a tower on the counter. One of these....?!

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“Cool.. Hair..?” She’s hesitant at first, completely dumbfounded by the animated style, but decides to comment nonetheless.

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“PROMISE?!” Oh, man, it’s been so long since he’s had confirmation about his stylings that he’s accidentally blurted out his desperation at this nice kid! “... Sorry about that! I thought-- you were--” His excuse runs flat, so, instead, Brawly says, “On a scale of sand castle to snowman?”

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She was lurched slightly forward but caught herself. “It is alright. Are you ok as well?” She also noticed he seemed to be fumbling in the dark. “And sure.” She reached into her skirt pocket pulling out her phone. “I think you know how to use this. It is a cell phone.” She handed the phone to him curious why he would need it. “Who are you calling?”

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“I’m just dan-- OH, awesome, you actually got one! With my PokeNav busted, I thought I was gonna be straight outta luck!” Brawly accepted the phone with a grandeur gesture, even going as far as to bow deeply with gratitude.  “Huh-- this is, like, a totally unique model.. Let’s see...” After dialing in the number he thought he’d seen on the packaging-- many, many days ago--, he grinned at his savior. “The Devon Eyewear Outlets! They really botched up my oder this time...” It didn’t ring. Brawly blinked at the phone. “Come on...” 

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It really is something she’s grateful for, silently–Roxanne unfortunately has a hard time expressing such often when her appeal is being able to accomplish everything alone. She of course knows this idea is ludicrous, and doesn’t pass it on to her students. Trainers got stronger by working together as well as working with their Pokemon. You learned nothing by relying on your own view of the world alone. Still…it was just that–her appeal. Her crutch, her confidence. Because she could do things on her own, because she had struggled and beaten her head against every wall until it was hard enough to believe she was capable of anything. She was a massive hypocrite for it and she knows, but until it bites her hard enough Roxanne plans to continue the mindset. There were plenty of people she’d thanked in the past, but no one had to know that she slipped up sometimes. “I’m only looking out for you,” she snickers softly, getting back to her feet. Brawly is thinking again, and she’ll let him. It’s fun to watch, to see the gears turning. It’s endearing. He goes on to mention a gym, the obvious lack of Pokemon and then…then…a school? A school. She’s hesitant to consider it at first, the idea strange and unfitting for such a place, but when she really thought about it…even this city should have a school. A school. Her heart skips and knuckles clutch at a worn skirt. Roxanne wants to remind herself not to get too excited, but this one concept is attached to too many helpful variables. A school meant research, continued learning, a way to interact that she was comfortable with. If lucky, she may even establish a likeness with someone– Roxanne bites her lip, hoping the giddiness she’s trying so hard to suppress wasn’t betraying her. She knows Brawly doesn’t mind, but it was the principle of the thing!   “I’m confident we can both find our way.” she might just be beaming. Quietly but, it’s still a huge contrast from her previous discomfort. “I recall this city has some sort of public transit? We could look around, try to locate your gym?” a glance to a horizon on the verge of setting has Roxanne flushing in embarrassment of her own hastiness. She shrugs sheepishly, resigned. 

“…perhaps tomorrow, though. I’d rather not be learning this city in the dark.”   

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Aversion is far from his forte, but when he’s successful (???), the sense of triumph isn’t present. Another exchanged glance with Makuhita and-- yeah, no harm, no foul! But he can’t feel good about diverting when it’s Roxanne, can he? Brawly’s eyes dip, and then rise to double check his own points-- yeah, he would have to tell her about the trouble in that particular sector sometime soon. Sure, Nosepass is resilient-- and Brawly grins over at the Pokemon as if to commend Nosepass for it without explanation-- but if what they’ve been discussing about de-evolution is going to be of concern, then maybe it’d be best to preserve their Pokemon’s energies… Of course, when it comes down to their Trainer’s safety, Brawly’s sure the Pokemon have their own thoughts and feelings on the matter. They’d just all have to try their hardest to keep alright.

He detects some of her excitement, and his eyebrows lift with the corners of his mouth, perked up by the change in atmosphere-- she thinks it’s possible! Then, they could do it, make the best of their time there-- “Oh, yeah, the train! You know, I still gotta find a way to train ON a train--” (He’s obnoxiously stoked about the Gym Gym nickname circulating their region.) “Maybe this one will be big enough to--” Huh? Oh. Brawly flips on his goggles, off and on, off and on, off-- still no night vision. “Yeah, I guess waiting would be the way to go… HMMM. Well, hey, if it’s like any other place, then there’s gotta be school stuff happenin’ in the early hours, so-- SO! So, we could just follow the crowd, come morning!” Brawly snaps his fingers, enthusiasm bright. “And if we dash out the doors with toast, we’re five times more likely to get there just in the nick of time! Uh, er-- I think that’s what that Youngster said once…” But, for now! He looks to Roxanne again, habitual smile rising for the occasion. “Do you wanna see where I’m staying?!” Although… “Uh, but it IS close to lights out… Maybe you wanna go to… What’s it called? Gamma…?”

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Same faces, new party. Well, the same kind of party, but in a different season.

She had taken to wearing the outfit she had donned at the last ball for winter. Blue probably wasn’t the right color for such a warm season, but matching the motif wasn’t all that high on her list of priorities. Ryoko only wanted to see if anyone notable was attending. There were plenty of faces she had never seen before here.

She had only begun to try and single one out when one did it to her first. The hand atop her head belonged to a young man with hair in a shade that was more paler than her own. Instead of being annoyed or simply shying away, Ryoko beamed.

“Oh, I have a good idea for a song!” she went, combing over several songs she had heard in the past few months. “It’s a really good one…” She spoke the title to who she assumed to be the DJ.

And now that that was taken care of…

“My, my… I hope you’re ready to offer me a dance or a drink after putting me on the spot like that, sir.”

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ACK-- he’d hesitated for so long that she’d gone and pulled the rug right from underneath him! Well-- so to speak. There wasn’t any red carpet at this dance place from as far as he could see… Thoroughly impressed with her seized moment, Brawly looked to praise her with a raised finger-- only to have it shrivel down at the start of her requested song. This-- she’d picked this out?! Did they get it wrong?! Bewildered glances from her to the DJ gave him some kinda whiplash, but-- she really didn’t seem surprised?! “Just how many dishonest hips have I met in my entire lifetime…” But before he can attempt to count them out (???), Brawly’s attention was returned to his victim and he balked at her-- admittedly fair-- appeals. “I guess I-- ...can totally do you one better!” Asking for a moment with the return of the lifted finger, he dashed off to the juice bar and returned with a cup in hand, wiggling it from side to side. “A dancing drink! Or-- did you want a drinking dance?!” That one failed out entirely, ending with him sputtering coughs when the drink went down the wrong pipe. Voice hoarse, he tried again: “Okay, okay, okay! The choice is yours for the taking-- but I can’t vibe to this song. My hips… may have lied…”

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There were many reasons to attend a ball. Searching for something underneath tables was usually not one of them. At least, it wasn’t why Flammelle was here. Upon seeing the other man doing so he could only be confused. Maybe they were drunk? Alcohol did certainly help to make a scene.

Maybe a member of security would handle it. But before he could go and dance again, Brawly had gotten up and bumped into him. Thankfully the radio host kept his balance. Falling over in front of everyone is something he doesn’t want to do. The embarrassment would last a lifetime. Still that relief is quickly replaced with even more confusion.

“I have absolutely no idea what you’re talking about.” Having a cream puff pointed at him is hardly intimidating.

“Maybe if you actually explained what I’m supposedly hiding then I could help? Apart from that you’re not making a lot of sense to me.”

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Oh, so he’s going to go about it like that?! Well, luckily for this guardsman, Brawly doesn’t feel like beating around the bush and the skewered cream puff only serves to make him even more pressed for time-- it isn’t getting any fresher! “I know you know exactly what I’m talking about-- and I know you just want me to say it aloud so a crowd will come by and sweep you away when I least expect it-- which is exactly why I’m gonna whisper it!” Dropping his voice into more hushed tones, Brawly looks at him with venom in his eyes. “Chocolate fountain.” He waves the cream puff at the scruffy guardsman once more, expectantly this time. “Where is it, huh? What bribe is it gonna take to get the X that marks the spot?”

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Mareep were indeed very tough–but once their charge drained completely, it was almost impossible to bring it back. She had a great faith in him, took comfort in his consistencies, but that was one that could be dubious. She understood the personality type well enough, having spent a great deal of time with Brawly himself as well as children and coworkers like him. But it still…she couldn’t accept it as an eternal thing. She could only accept how he chose to behave around her, and hope that their friendship was strong enough that he could lean on her should the need present itself. They’d depended on one another before, so that was easier to fall back on than worrying about what he was or wasn’t telling her. Her gaze is cast onto Nosepass, who returns the look with a quiet noise. He’s telling her that he’s fine, that he doesn’t mind, that he’s not distressed, but it serves as little comfort. She was far too cognizant of long-term effects to trust in short-term safety. Her discipline of choice was to blame for that.   “I…don’t know. I’ll be taking notes. And let you know if anything changes.” it’s a curt response, shadowed by “I’m not sure what we could even do”, but Roxanne refuses that kind of answer. There was always something that could be done–and even if there wasn’t, she’d keep trying until something worked. No need to get anxious thinking about it right now, not when there was nothing that could be done. She wasn’t one for wasting energy that could be used more efficiently otherwise. His gesture of comfort stirs Roxanne from a pinched stupor that had her thinking a little too hard. She looks up at him, quiet, listening, recalling just what was said and what it could mean for them both. Roxanne is selfishly relieved that he would divulge as much, but keeps that to herself. Lips crack into a small, stubborn smile. “It looks like we’re forced to live in a present where we’re at least safe and not facing this alone.” in a show of mock confidence, she throws some hair back over her shoulder, She wants to say she knows they’ll be okay, but Roxanne knows better. She won’t make him promises she can’t keep if she can help it. The girl then kneels, reaches out to pet Makuhita’s cheek. “Maybe you can open a dojo? There must be someone like-minded here that can help you train–

…or did you intend to slack off?" 

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As someone who strived for optimal impact via good showmanship, Brawly was more or less aware of the number of forms it could take, and how different people presented it in different ways-- much like the styles of performances in a Contest! And now Roxanne presented him with a reminder of just how naturally she could tap into her cool-- how could her challenge not prove effective? Possibly prompted by her touch, Makuhita pumped a fist into the air, looking first at Roxanne with a fond grin before nodding at his Trainer with a follow up fist. Brawly’s fist reached out accordingly, an elicited chuckle filling the space between them. They were there and it really didn’t appear as though there was a simple way back-- but, she was right! He was lucky, even-- somehow ending up with his best friends within reach. “Aw, come on! Is that your way of saying I’m starting to look soft?!” He rolled out one of his shoulders, his lip jutting out for a second when it actually did linger in a state of stiffness for a prolonged moment. “Urk-- really? There’s no way! I mean, just the other day, Makuhita and I took o--ooooon--” Were the wolf-things worth mentioning? Brawly exchanged a frozen glance with his Guts type partner before locking back onto his friend. And, suddenly, Hive City’s horizons were so captivating, so worth looking out toward! (Huh-- was that pollution blocking the view?) “SO, YOU KNOW, I’ve been try’na keep an eye out for something like that; a gym at least! Or, you know, not a Pokemon Gym, since there’s not a whole lotta-- but that’s a swell idea, Roxanne! You know, I think I saw a school, back when I was wandering about the first time-- you’re way more than qualified and you’ve got a whole lot to offer, you know?” Ack! Behind his desire to cover up, there was solid and strict sincerity, but wasn’t it being overshadowed?! Makuhita counted his telltale you-know’s with his and Nosepass’s hands.

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YOUR STEREOTYPICAL MASCULINE SIDE

you love hoodies.  you love shorts.   dogs are better than cats.  it’s hilarious when people get hurt.   shopping is torture.   sad movies suck.   you own a car racing game.   you played with hot wheels cars as a kid.   at some point in time you wanted to be a fire fighter.   you owned a ds, ps2, n64, or sega.  you used to be obsessed with power rangers.   you have watched sports on tv.  gory movies are cool.   you go to your dad for advice.   you own like a trillion baseball caps.   you used to collect hockey or baseball cards.   baggy sweats are cool to wear.   it’s kinda weird to have sleepovers with a bunch of people.  green, black, red, blue, or silver are one of your favourite colours.  you love to go crazy and not care what people think.   sports are fun.   you talk with food in your mouth.   you sleep with your socks on at night.   you have fished at least once.

YOUR STEREOTYPICAL FEMININE SIDE

you love to shop.   you wear eyeliner.   you wear the color pink.   you go to your mom to talk.   you consider cheerleading a sport.   you hate wearing the color black.   you like going to the mall.  you like getting manicures and/or pedicures.   you like wearing jewelry.   you cried watching the notebook.   dresses are a big part of your wardrobe.   shopping is one of your favorite hobbies.  you don’t like the movie star wars.   you are/were in gymnastics.   it takes you around one hour to shower, get dressed, and make-up.   you smile a lot more than you should.   you have more than 10 pairs of shoes.   you care about what you look like.  you like wearing dresses when you can.  you like wearing high heel shoes.  you used to play with dolls as little kid.   you like putting make-up on others.   you like being the star of everything.

APPEARANCE

i am shorter than 5’5”.   i have scars.  i tan easily.  i wish my hair was a different color.   i have friends who have never seen my natural hair color.  i have a tattoo.  i am self-conscious about my appearance.  i’ve had/have braces.  i’ve been told i’m attractive by a complete stranger.  i have more than two piercings.  i have/had piercings in places besides my ears.

EXPERIENCES

i’ve gotten lost in my city.  i’ve seen a shooting star.  i’ve wished on a shooting star.   i’ve seen a meteor shower.  i’ve gone out in public in my pajamas.  i’ve pushed all the buttons on an elevator.  i’ve kicked a guy where it hurts.  i’ve been to a casino.  i’ve been skydiving.  i’ve gone skinny-dipping.  i’ve drank a whole gallon of milk in one hour.  i’ve crashed a car.  i’ve been skiing.  i’ve been in a musical.  i’ve caught a snowflake or snow on my tongue.  i’ve seen the northern lights.  i’ve sat on a rooftop at night.  i’ve played a prank on someone.  i’ve ridden in a taxi.  i’ve seen the rocky horror picture show.  i’ve eaten sushi.  i’ve been snowboarding.

HONESTY/CRIME

i’ve done something i promised someone else i wouldn’t.  i’ve done something i promised myself i wouldn’t.  i’ve snuck out.  i’ve lied to my parents about where i am.  i’ve cheated while playing a game.  i’ve ran a red light.  i’ve witnessed a crime.  i’ve been in a fist fight.  i’ve been arrested.

RANDOM

i can sing/rap well.  stolen a tray from a fast food restaurant.  i open up to others easily.  i watch the news.  i don’t kill bugs.  i sing in the shower.  i am a morning person. i paid for a cell phone ring tone. i am a sports fanatic.  i twirl my hair.  i care about grammar.  i have “?”’s in my screen name.  i’ve copied more than 30 cds in a day.  i bake well.  my favorite color is either white, yellow, pink, red, blue, black, purple, or orange.  i would wear pajamas to school.  i like martha stewart.  i know how to shoot a gun.  i laugh at my own jokes.  i eat fast food weekly.  i’ve not turned anything in and still got an a in a certain class.  i can’t sleep if there is a spider/cockroach in the room. i am ticklish.  i love white chocolate.  i bite my nails. i’m good at remembering faces.  i’m good at remembering names.  i’m good at remembering dates.  i honestly have no idea what i want to do for the rest of my life.

[relicated-blog]

She watches him think, gives him time to do so. She wasn’t in any particular hurry, and takes the time instead to give him another once over to make sure she hadn’t missed anything. The state of Hariyama and Probopass’ evolution being reversed was jarring, but she had to admit that she missed them being so small. They didn’t seem to particularly mind it either, which was a relief. The last thing he ate? He was eating, wasn’t he? That train of thought soon has her own stomach growling–she’d admittedly not mastered the currency here and tended to give the majority of acquired food to Nosepass. Roxanne glances off as her cheeks begin to flush in shame. She takes a deep breath and crosses her arms over her chest, frowning deeply. “You generally look fine, Brawly. But I fear you’re a bit too similar to Mareep in that respect–” she worries on her lip, like she might when trying to decipher a particularly complex problem. You had to find the formula first, and that was unfortunately what she sometimes lacked with him. She’s forced to drop the topic when he addresses her with one of his own. 

“I will be okay, once I adjust. How long that’ll take…I’m not so sure.” she shrugs helplessly, “I’m grossly homesick, as I imagine most would be. I worry what toll this change in Nosepass will take–evolution is natural, so the opposite must be very unnatural. I worry for my students, and for my city.” she shivers a little bit before her expression hardens in a stern resolve. She’d decided early on that something like this wouldn’t shake her, not where it counted. But it was okay to express her grievances.  

“Only time will tell. But even if I’m not fine now, I will be. Such is the nature of things.”

[punchstart-blog]

Urk. That noise is-- his fingers instinctively clutch down his shirt’s fabric, but he feels fine. Maybe he’d been on the brink of remembering what he had eaten the day of the phone call! Or-- his eyes skirt over to Roxanne with a faintly accusing glint, but it dries up when she likens him to Mareep. He helps people sleep?! The prospect makes him grin, but the context is wrong and he knows that isn’t correct. Oh! So, like, when they tried to brave out and looked alright doing it! It’s a funny fact because he remembers it from one of their classes together, having chanted about how tough Mareep were for at least a good five minutes. 

Homesickness-- probably the thing with the word ‘sick’ in it that he could best tolerate, but it was far from the easiest thing. Even for her...? He listens attentively, swallowing back the resolve he’d made to look fine, be fine! “You know, it is really wild that they just switched back like that-- I thought it was a weird fluke, but seeing Prob-- Nosepass back like this, it can’t be all coincidence, right? I dunno, I hadn’t thought about all that... Do you really think that’s gonna hurt them in some way?” The rest of it matters, too, but their Pokemon are there right then, right there. And with no Pokemon Centers in sight... “Man! Should you have to adjust?! I mean...” He breathes, looks away, and bumps his knuckles to her shoulder lightly to pull in something like comfort. “I’m-- kinda freaked out, too. Like, yeah, what’s going on in our towns? What about the rest of the Pokemon? And I haven’t contacted my mom in days! It sounds lame, but I really took my PokeNav for granted...”