#lightningamericansurge

[poison-point-professor-blog]

Lunch Still On? || Koga+Giovanni+Surge+Sabrina?

Koga remembered discussing with Giovanni that their old boss had quite the interest in tieing up some loose ends with a nice lunch, just of old times sake. Koga really enjoyed the idea, the thought of sitting with Surge and Giovanni and Sabrina really made him smile on the inside.

So after a few days of trying to track everyone down and schedule a time and place the day had finally come. Koga, one to always arrive first of course, sat down at the reserved table. It was at some restaurant Giovanni had chosen. Giovanni would know more than Koga, and the poison type trainer assumed more than the others as well. Hopefully they wouldn't all forget to come.

[nummoved]

"50,000PD on Janine!" He walked into the walked. "That little girl is in for it!" ((He's late, he knows. He doesn't want to see little Janine get hurt. Imean....))

I-I'm sorry but Janine is probably having her date right about now... Or maybe getting ready for it. B-but it wouldn't be safe for you to carry around all that... Maybe I can keep it safe for you? 

[cilanary-arts-blog]

Wishful Thinking | Lt. Surge & Cilan.

Cilan needed a smoke. Badly. He could no longer wait until he was outside the building. While it was late, and most people were in bed, he found himself collapsing to the ground in the midst of one of the several hallways. He backed himself to the wall, pulled his knees up, and dug through the pockets of his jacket for his lighter and pack of cigarettes. His hand was shaking as he placed a cigarette between his pale lips and attempted lighting it. "Come on, you little fucker," He commented with the cigarette between his teeth, fighting to get the lighter to form a flame. He tried over and over - until finally, he was able to light his cigarette. The first intake was always the best and seemed to calm him instantly. He released a rather loud sigh, closing his eyes and leaning his head back against the wall while the cigarette did its magic on his overly stressed body. He didn't bother to check if someone was awake or if a Professor was finishing a class late.

He took a long drag of his cigarette before pulling out a hand-held notepad. He balanced it on his knee and with his left hand, began to draw up a sketch. It was common for him to have an extra pen and this hand-held notepad on him. He knew he wouldn't be able to litter the hall to match his dorm room, but drawing would help relax him, too. He paid no attention to his surroundings as he proceeded to smoke inside the building and sketched with his free hand.