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Post by hemlock walters on Jan 23, 2017 4:11:22 GMT
[newclass=.okokok]display: block; font-size:11.3px;text-align:justify;width:260px;padding:25px;margin:10px 165px;border:1px solid #7679A6;[/newclass] [newclass=.okokok img]float:left; margin-right:11px;margin-bottom:2px;[/newclass] [attr="class","okokok"]  the drink wasn't cold at all, and it felt like it had lost its carbonation, but she couldn't afford to be picky. that is to say, she couldn't afford to go back to the vending machine, find the owner, and try to get a refund - and trying to get the money back in any other while might draw unwanted attention. no, she would just drink the gross drink and move on, cutting left into the alleyway between a run-down shop and a place that burned down sometime last summer. the shadows fell across her pale skin and there was instant relief, and she slowed her pace to pretend to enjoy the old soda. with luck, she could be back to work before her self-set lunch break ended. |
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Post by redox on Jan 23, 2017 15:34:23 GMT
[nospaces] [attr="class","tempbodyz"] [attr="class","dillydally"] [attr="class","ambrosia"]Oh! [break] [attr="class","subtitleblock"]a wild abra has appeared! [attr="class","hatemyself"] [attr="class","pkmnbox"]  Some Pokemon were way too fucking smart for their own good. Some Pokemon were also way too unfortunate for their own good. The Abra who was sitting in the alley was both. [break][break] The Abra was holding a sign in one hand that said "Need money for food". He was perfectly capable of stealing his own, but the point wasn't that he could. The point is that he shouldn't. It was wrong, and he would have no part in Pyrite's customs. [break][break] The Pokemon noticed the human before she had even set foot in the alley. She seemed troubled. Abra took out his spoon and held it out to her. Then the spoon bent itself in the northeastern direction. [break][break] A direction, he offers her. A purpose. [break][break] hemlock walters |
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Post by hemlock walters on Jan 25, 2017 22:10:14 GMT
[newclass=.okokok]display: block; font-size:11.3px;text-align:justify;width:260px;padding:25px;margin:10px 165px;border:1px solid #7679A6;[/newclass] [newclass=.okokok img]float:left; margin-right:11px;margin-bottom:2px;[/newclass] [attr="class","okokok"]  she stumbled across an... interesting sight. hemlock slowed her walk to a crawl as she stared down at the abra, noting the sign - rather well-written, given who was holding it. perhaps it just had nice handwriting, or perhaps it got that from a previous occupant. a moment passed before the spoon bent, pointing her... away from work. interesting. hemlock doesn't consider the thought it could be a mugging or setup. she shoves hands into hoodie pockets, digging around for - there it was, a small handful of poke. she looks for a place to deposit it, and failing, tries to... politely leave it on the ground in front of the abra. it was enough to raid a vending machine, at least. she reaches out with some semblance of kindness in her mind, although she could only really touch the minds of the spectral pokemon, and then moves on down where she was told to go. she might as well see what was up. redox wheres this journey going homie |
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Post by redox on Jan 27, 2017 4:01:02 GMT
[nospaces] [attr="class","tempbodyz"] [attr="class","dillydally"] [attr="class","ambrosia"]Oh! [break] [attr="class","subtitleblock"]a wild abra has appeared! [attr="class","hatemyself"] [attr="class","pkmnbox"] Abra doesn't really know where the two of them are going. The spoon reacted to the energies of the human, the elegant trails drawn by their destiny. He picks up the coins and ... holds them, seeing that he doesn't have any pockets whatsoever. [break][break] The two of them meander through the alleys until they reach the main part of Pyrite. Shady folk and decent laborers shuffled past, neither group looking that different from each other. They keep walking until they reach the ONBS building. They walk past the sliding doors, where they are met with a blast of air conditioning to the face. The spoon keeps pointing in the same direction. They follow until they hit a wall. That's when the spoon straightens back up. [break][break] In front of them was a poster. It was a casting call for a new Orre variety show, the Happiny Hour. It was an extremely pink poster, but there was no doubt that it would be a regular television feature. [break][break] LOOKING FOR NEW TALENT! MUST BE 17 YEARS OLD OR OLDER.[break][break]
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