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Post by Falkner / Candice on May 31, 2011 18:45:19 GMT -5
Thank Arceus. I wouldn't be able to stand another ten minutes with this little girl. He smiled. "Sure thing, Clair. The faster we clean morty's room, the fas-" He stopped.
"...Wait. I just offered to clean Morty's room for him, and then go scarf shopping with two girls. How did I get suckered into this?" He turned to Whitney, and then remembered what his mother told him about being proactive when it came to making friends.
"Although, I can think of worse ways to spend my afternoon." ... "Let's just go."
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Post by Hikari on May 31, 2011 19:04:40 GMT -5
Whitney smiled again and grabbed Clair's hand, skipping out of the shop. "You better be able to keep up, Falky!" She knew he probably disliked the nickname, and nothing amused her more than the look of irritation on the man's face.
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Post by Morty / Riley / N on May 31, 2011 20:00:51 GMT -5
The gym was empty except for Morty, and all the dust that lay scattered among either side of him. The chair that he had earlier stepped all over to clean the shelves with was his new seat, as he lay there with a defeated look on his face. The battle had been so quick, the trainer had used normal and psychic Pokemon. They all knew some kind of Psychic move; he was destined to lose.
He sighed. "I guess I just wasn't toughed out enough for this guy..." Leaning back as his hair fell across his face with a huff, he aimlessly waited for his friends to return from their trip, which was appearing to be longer than he though. "Maybe they ran out of feather dusters and they had to build them using Falkner's Pokemon?" He shook his head in a meek smile.
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Post by Clay / Clair / Gardenia on May 31, 2011 20:39:41 GMT -5
Clair was caught off guard by the capture Whitney's hand had on her own, and Clair found herself smiling in spite of her self. She threw the plastic bag over her shoulder, and adjusted to the weight of her newly purchased items. The group moved at a jolly pace and soon found themselves at the door of Morty's gym.
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Post by Hikari on Jun 1, 2011 17:05:07 GMT -5
Whitney pushed the doors open and led the other two gym leaders back to the room Morty was in. She skipped into the room and let go of Clair's hand. She saw her favorite blonde and immediately smiled. "We're baaaaaaaaaack! Hope you don't mind-- We ran into Clair and invited her along! How did your match go?"
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Post by Morty / Riley / N on Jun 1, 2011 17:13:32 GMT -5
The man was half startled by the red head, recovering a bit to lift his hand up to greet Clair. He let out a sigh as his hand ran through his mop of blonde hair, and he leaned back against the chair. "Horribly," He chuckled and looked over to the bubbly young lady, attempting to half-smile. He could be hard on himself; but that wasn't for others to see. "Why didn't you warn me that he used Psychic moves?"
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Post by Hikari on Jun 1, 2011 17:27:05 GMT -5
Whitney blinked. She had honestly forgotten. "Oh! Oops... I forgot. Well, at least you had a good battle. Ooh, and we got the feather dusters!"
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Post by Clay / Clair / Gardenia on Jun 1, 2011 17:55:11 GMT -5
Clair gave Morty a half smile in return. Something irked her about his moping. Although it wasn't a serious matter, she couldn't help but feel anger bubble up in her stomach due to the gym leader's attitude. Morty was not a person she felt any disrespect or ill feelings towards, but Clair wouldn't be Clair if she didn't give him a piece of her mind on the trivial matter. "Are you kidding me? Morty, tell me you're kidding. Isn't the whole point of being a gym leader to gauge a trainer's skill so that they can move on to the pokemon league? If you really wanted to do better, maybe you should have prepared more." Her voice escalated as she carried on the banter. "I mean really, you're doing a poor job if you can't prepare as well as the challenger! You obviously need to train! I can't believe you'd use a type advantage as an excuse for losing!"
Clair, in the midst of her blind fury had thrown her bag to the ground and kicked a chair to the ground. Now that she had finished, she looked up and felt the looks of her peers, and felt uncomfortable under the sound of their silence. Once the full reality of her episode came to mind, her face turned bright red with embarrassment. "Um... well..." She stammered, afraid that she had ruined yet another positive relationship. She dropped her upper body and rummaged through her things, extracting the cleaning supplies she'd bought. "Let's get some god-damned cleaning done!" She shouted nervously, and began to dust furiously.
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Post by Morty / Riley / N on Jun 1, 2011 19:03:38 GMT -5
The man wasn't startled by Clair's sudden fury, but rather sat back and blinked at her for a while as she started to clean in a blind haste. He chuckled and patted his hair down, lazily slinking off of his comfortable position to pick up the chair she had knocked over. Her yelling had woken him up out o his moping, just as Eusine always did. "Hello to you too, Clair!"
Morty fumbled with his scarf as he turned to the Dragon master, a subtle smart-ass grin hid in his manner. "I didn't question Whitney seriously about it, my dear. That trainer was good, I accepted defeat." He gave her an lost grin, it was only usual of him of course, and walked over towards Whitney, still addressing the previous subject. "All trainers are just a small minnow in an ocean of many-- I can forsee that I'll have many more to come at the tug of a rod, Just as I foresaw your violent outburst. You're not very friendly, are you?"
Giving the woman a final wag of his finger, he turned to the red head and snatched the feather duster from her, holding it teasingly above her head. "I'll take that, I wouldn't want you gettin all dusty now." The man could never stay upset for long, especially around someone as warm as Whitney. His half lidded eyes were once again matted by his flush of hair, taking away from his absentminded smile.
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Post by Clay / Clair / Gardenia on Jun 1, 2011 22:50:00 GMT -5
Clair grew redder and redder as Morty spoke, not daring to look up, scrubbing at the table top with much more force than was needed. She listened as he began to make more and more of a fool put of her until she finally snapped at the "friendly" comment. She quickly spun around, leaving her rag on the table. "Well, sorry okay." She exclaimed, holding her ground. "Not all of us can be perky and happy and fun, alright? Some people get mad too easily. Some people try really hard to be nice but end up punching shit anyway. Some people... some people are just like that okay? And I'm helping you clean, and I'm going to help you find a scarf that brings out you're eyes and stuff, so... so isn't that friendly enough?" And although she knew that comment only made her look stupider than before, she decided it was enough to get her point across. She turned back around and resumed her tidying. Under her breathe, she whispered, "'Cause if it's not, I might just have to introduce your face to my knee."
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Post by Hikari on Jun 2, 2011 17:05:01 GMT -5
Whitney kept quiet throughout the entire exchange between her two friends and only spoke up after Clair finished. She laughed nervously, snatching the feather duster back from Morty, and attempted to diffuse the tension. "Well, now that we've gotten that out of system, let's finish cleaning so Morty can find that book, and then we can go shopping!"
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Post by Falkner / Candice on Jun 28, 2011 12:07:01 GMT -5
"wow we sure have been cleaning a long time"
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