((Wes is a quiet eater. Yeah, most expect him to chew loudly or whatever when they see him and peg him as a ‘type’, but he is actually the opposite. Why? At first, he had to be quiet. When you would go to swipe your share of food in Snagem, getting your hands on it was only half the battle. As I said previously, teammates would find and beat the shit out of the lower-level grunts if they took something they wanted. So Wes would find places to hide in either the base or some spot in Eclo Canyon to eat. Being loud would have defeated the purpose, so he learned to be quiet. He eventually was strong enough that anybody who’d try messing with him would get beat instead, but the behavior stayed.
He’s not a good conversationalist. Unless he’s dissing you or messing with you, he doesn’t really get into a lot of chatter or steady dialogue on his own. And this is because he feels no need to make an effort to. It takes the other person to keep prodding him most of the time. Most of the time he feels what he says is enough, and he doesn’t think about his words being misinterpreted. Sometimes, he’ll not pay attention fully to what you’re saying, whether he’s friends with you or enemies with you. Reason is usually just him losing interest in what you’re saying or spacing out. His attention span is as wide or small as he chooses to make it lol. He’s also bad with keeping up with emails for the same reason. His responses are never more than a couple sentences, and that’s a ‘long’ reply to him. And it can take him a while to respond. Sometimes he’ll forget to until he opens his emails again and sees the message.
He CAN and often IS very loud, but then when he’s guarded he is often much smoother, calmer in his voice. Much of his facial features get locked to a flat expression, except for when he gets a snarky grin. This is also his behavior when he is serious, such as in an intense battle. He’s loudest when he is confident or goofing around (aka sees no threat).
Regardless of whether the battle is easy for Wes or not, he always quiets when he’s fighting a Trainer. Hunched over, watching the movements of the Pokemon closely, he doesn’t pay as much attention to the Trainer(s). He doesn’t ignore them, but the Pokemon are his focus since they’re the ones who, y’know, are more likely to do something slick on a Trainer’s command compared to the Trainer himself while his Pokemon are out. And he’s always keeping his ears open for anything funny too.
Wes is fine with jumping into a battle to block shots for his Pokemon if he thinks they’re at a truly unfair disadvantage/in danger. This is usually rare these days since his Pokemon are all very trained and he doesn’t take new Pokemon, but when he was a kid it was common. When he first joined Snagem and he was still a pretty new/weak Trainer, other Snagem members would gang up on his then two Eevee a lot. They’d always threaten to take them and sell them, citing Wes’ inability to stop them if they wanted to. Whether they actually would have was a 50/50 guess, but Wes took it as a real certainty. So, after his Eevee would be too weak to continue fighting the mobs of members themselves, Wes would jump in to shield them. He got his ass beat every time, which is one of the things that made him learn to get good at fighting/battling real quick. When he was training some of the Shadow Pokemon up this was also more common. When his Shadow Pokemon went berserk/on rampages, if he couldn’t call them out of it and they were fixing to do some real damage, he’d forcefully direct their attention onto him until they were calm again.
Wes himself demands his personal space, and this is again a conditioned trait. Plenty of times being close to someone meant you’re getting pickpocketed or they’re readying to stab you, sucker punch you, etc. If people try to get close to him, expect him to re-establish a safe distance or punch, shove, kick, etc. Depends on how suspicious/on guard he gets. The only exception is when he is the one to close the space, such as getting close to somebody to give a playful punch or something. Again, it’s hypocritical and is rooted in control for him. It’s only ok for him to close the distance because he knows what he is doing, not what the other person plans on doing. If the other person doesn’t want Wes encroaching on their space when he decides to, they need to make it clear, and probably back it up with force or something, since that’s the language he’s used to. If he sees you as a non-threat/doesn’t respect you/etc. he’ll just keep doing what he wants. He won’t ever do shit like groping or sexual harassment or anything nasty like that. But he IS a thief, so him getting near you could mean he’s fixing to swipe something or he’s about to sneak a hit in (either playfully or maliciously).))
((Small fyi that I have not abandoned this blog at all! Remember how I state in my rules and blog desc. I’m low activity/slow? Well this is what I mean. Rn I’m a lil more active on my Will blog if y’all wanna look at that, but that’s slow too atm. Just irl things, exhaustion, so I’ve been keeping low key as a result is all. Once I feel a lil more energized I will get some more replies out, tho atm I only owe one person on Wes here. In the meantime, I’m trying to queue up some hc posts, but since my hc posts get lengthy that’s been slow going too. But yeah basically, no I have not poofed, I am just slow and tired. Ty for your patience!))
It seemed Wes and Justy’s sense of logic were wildly different, as Justy couldn’t even begin to imagine how his solution to the problem would be breaking the door instead of just knocking louder and more insistently. Justy quirked one purple eyebrow at Wes, his lips pressed into a tight line as he resisted the urge to lecture him, or worse, say something rude.
In the end, patience won over frustration, and Justy sat in disapproving silence, settled into the sidecar as comfortably as he could manage. He was used to the roar of wind as the desert landscape whipped by, as the owner of a convertible hovercar meant for high-speed desert travel, but this was different. At least his car had a windshield. The bike offered no protection whatsoever, and even keeping his eyes closed like Wes said wasn’t enough to save him from the sting of sand against his face.
The one good thing that came of the unpleasant ride was that it did wake Justy up a bit. By the time they arrived at the venue–wherever that was–he was much more alert. Unfortunately, that meant he was awake enough to be angry at his situation, having been dragged across the desert at an ungodly hour just to end up at what appeared to be a literal hole in the ground in the middle of nowhere. Between his untamed, windswept hair sticking up and behind his head in a wild mane, the dark circles under his eyes, and the uncharacteristically harsh expression on his face, Justy hardly looked, or felt, like his usual self.
He followed Wes, examining the formidable collection of bikes. “Where in the world are we?! When I said I’d let you pick the Colosseum, I wasn’t expecting you to go out of your way to find the shadiest possible place out there. I mean, honestly! There isn’t even a proper building here.”
Justy stepped into the elevator shaft, eyeing the whole rig with suspicion. “Ominous” was the only word that came to mind as he stared down the red button Wes had indicated. But, at the same time, he’d basically walked into this one. That, and he wasn’t the type to back down from a challenge, and especially not when he suspected Wes would get a certain amount of satisfaction from seeing Justy chicken out. So, with a spark of defiance in his eyes, he glanced over at Wes and slammed his fist into the button.
Wes couldn’t help but let a little giggle leak out when Justy slammed the button. He thought he’d get a bigger laugh if Justy had chickened, but he had to admit this was pretty good too
“Yeah, man!” Wes said between laughs, clapping his palms once or twice. “Keep ‘at face on--get pissed.”
The elevator descended slowly as Wes spoke, the open-face edges of the platform displaying only rough walls of rock on any side. For several minutes this was their view, until finally, distant voices could be heard. They roared softly from below, growing louder as the elevator descended.
Finally, the elevator arrived in a large lobby, held together by many bits and pieces of parts. The excited roars now seemed to be shaking the floor, echoing out into the lobby from beyond the reception desk. Despite the volume, the receptionist sat at the desk unfazed, browsing her PDA after she had finished talking with a Trainer.
A quick glance up from her screen indicated her awareness of Wes and Justy as the two stepped off the elevator, but she did not lift her head up. Wes got to the desk first, placing his arm on the desk with just enough of a ‘thud’ to pull the girl’s attention away from her device.
“Sign ‘em up,” Wes said, gesturing with his head towards Justy. The girl spoke nothing in reply, merely turning her head towards the outdated computer on the desk as she began clacking away on the worn keyboard.
Stepping aside so that Justy could register his Pokemon, Wes took a quick note of the large crowd of people in the lobby. Plenty were still pouring in from outside, the bright neon of the Under casting the building’s entrance doors aglow. A few were eyeing the duo, but most were focusing on Justy than Wes. Predictable.
His eyes flickered back to Justy for a moment, taking note of his disheveled appearance. Something about his ‘aura’ seemed off too, but Wes couldn’t tell what.
Turning with a small shrug, Wes headed for the stands. “Y’all have fun now,” Wes said with a smirk as he passed Justy, giving him a hard playful shove.
Wes found a ‘seat’, that is, a place to stand, on one of the upper levels of the ringed Colosseum. With the help of Tarot, he shoved his way to the balcony edge. He put his hands on the protective chain-link wall that was blocking off the multi-floored audience.from the arena. Every other pair of hands that could reach had already grabbed hold, all shaking the fencing excitedly as the first challengers took their spot in the arena.
After the announcer’s usual rhetoric, a large modified stoplight, clearly ‘repurposed’ blinked on. Starting at red, it ticked down to yellow, and then finally green.
While Justy couldn’t deny being sheltered, he resented the accusation a bit. Who would expect anything to be open in the middle of the night? Surely keeping reasonable hours wasn’t just a wealthy person thing. But he didn’t care enough to voice his offense, and continued get ready.
It was rare for Justy to use his personal team outside of battles for fun, but it was still a stronger teams than the one he used in the gym by far. He was too tired to explain that he used a weaker team in the gym so that trainers had a fair shot at beating him, so instead of defending his multiple teams, he just held up a finger indicating for Wes to wait as he grabbed a belt of pokeballs off his dresser and returned a couple sleeping pokemon to them. Then he grabbed a jacket hanging over a nearby chair, and stumbled out the door alongside Wes.
A glance at his lock earned an exasperated sigh, and Justy pushed his way back inside to grab his car keys. He didn’t have time to fix the lock now, but his car would be the hardest thing to replace if it was stolen.
“Honestly, I can’t believe you broke the lock…” he mumbled, climbing into the sidecar as directed. “You could have just knocked.”
“Why?” Wes asked as he recalled his Eeveelutions. “You was already sleepin’, how you hear from y’room?”
A light flurry of sand on the horizon, illuminated by moonlight alone, gave Wes pause. “Mmm...” He flipped down his shades and glanced at Justy, still as sleepy as ever. “You mi’ wan’ hold onto th’sides a bit, keep yo’ eyes shut.” He said it casually, even a bit slowly, just as he revved his engines to life. If Justy said a thing, Wes couldn’t hear it, taking off into the desert with his hand twisting the throttle as far as it could go.
They were running late, after all.
Other than the initial stray sand flurry, the trip was fast and easy. With nothing but the open desert to focus on, conversation was sparse, but anything one tried to speak was drowned out by the hovercycle’s screaming engine anyways. Wes had to keep his focus, too. In the constantly changing desert, it was easy to miss the comparatively tiny, rusted out shaft that they were looking for. Luckily for them, a crowd of bikes circling around it made it easier to spot this time.
“Aight,” Wes shouted over his engine as he cruised to a stop, parking a few rows back from the shaft’s front. “We here.” He cut the engine with a short rev, pausing to resummon his Eeveelutions again as he stepped off the seat.
As he waited for Justy to follow, Wes took a survey of the bikes, all cloistered together around the shaft in every direction. “Ooh-hoo, an’ i’s lookin’ busy t’night.” Wes gave a surprised but satisfied whistle as he weaved through the rows, taking a spot at the back of the shaft elevator. Arms crossed, leaning against the back of the elevator, Wes gestured with his chin at the red button on the inside wall.
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It took a moment for Justy to fully process what Wes meant, and as he did, his frown deepened considerably. “You can’t mean that Colosseum battle I promised you. There’s no way anything’s open at this hour…”
But he was too sleepy to argue much. Even as he continued to mumble complaints, Justy accepted the clothes that were thrown at him, as well as collected a pair of white jeans from his closet without a single care as to whether or not it would all match. Then, he stumbled into the bathroom to get dressed and wash his face. When he emerged, Justy was wearing an uncharacteristically casual ensemble, topped off with his hair sticking out every which way on top of his head in a tangled mess.
“Should I use my gym team, or my personal one…?”
A genuine laugh slipped out of Wes upon hearing such an innocent assumption from Justy. “Man I knew you got money but I din’ think you was ‘at sheltered.” The fact that he was so easily compliant in his sleepy stupor added to Wes’ amusement, chuckling softly as he watched Justy nearly fall into his bathroom.
Upon Justy finally opening the bathroom door again, Wes tried his best to swallow his giggles but was still left with a smile on his face. Wes hoped Justy truly was as disheveled as he looked. He thought they were ready to march out the door, but when Justy mumbled out his question, Wes thought he was just sleep-talking at first. When Justy didn’t move, he couldn’t help but let a small snort escape him.
“Man what’chu think--the stronger ones.” Growing a little antsy as he checked the clock again, he and his Eeveelutions got next to Justy and started herding him out the door. “Wha’s with these Gym Leaders and ‘eir different teams, ain’t make sense keepin’ some weaker n’ others...” Wes mused aloud as they left the front entrance, which was conspicuously open and missing its lock.
It was still functional enough to shut properly behind them, but anyone could walk in as it was right now. Nothing Justy couldn’t throw some money at, right?
But that would be later. Right now, Wes hopped onto his bike, looking towards Justy and gesturing to the side-buggy. “Aight get in.”
i heard you had a thing for ROCK BOYS who used to be gym leaders turned breeder turned doctors !! i’m the pretty stud for you. give this post a like or reblog if you’re interested in writing with a headcanon based BROCK / TAKESHI from pokemon. inspiration is taken from any and all adaptations of the rock son who’s ready to swoon you with his charms.
“Marriage ain’t shit. Wha’s it do f’you ‘sides some fancy words n’ a party y’could do anyways? Y’all could have any a yer fancy gods bless it ‘emselves n’ i’still won’t stop ‘em from bookin’ the next flight out when it gets too real t’be fun no more.”
