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Post by Jachai J. Jean-Jacques III on Aug 22, 2009 23:47:25 GMT -5
((Lemme know if this sucks. xDD))
"Carl! What's wrong with you?!"
"Well, I kill people and I eat hands, that's two things."
There were two things wrong with the situation. One, his name was not Carl; and two, he didn't kill people or even occasionally eat hands. But... he couldn't help to grin at the completely, grotesquely wrong but very funny inside-esque joke that he and Ricor were having. It all had something to do with two very strange llamas with hats... Of course that wasn't the point; they were merely two very bored lads, and when any two young, silly men were bored and in groups... there was sure to be a couple gross jokes thrown about haphazardly. What would they do otherwise; vandalize things? Certainly not! Not when Jachai was wearing a not-as-worn, old pair of dark maroon slacks that he treasured because they were one of the only ones that he could find matching suspenders for. ‘Course he was wearing a nice button-up shirt and shoes as well, but they weren’t as special as the rest of his coverings; like the medical patch that was plastered over his right cheek, over his only plusle-morph mark. And certainly not when Ricor was looking so fine with all his clean, creamy fur and bright blue minun-marks...
"… Oooh, Ricky, you so fine, you so fine you blow my- Ow?"
He'd been nudged rather hard in the rib by his small and slightly feisty companion, the action taking the blond teen by surprise. How not nice! When Ricky spoke, he had urgency in his voice.
"Please, Jachai, we’re in public."
"You didn't seem to mind yesterday." He'd discarded worry about the other’s tone, leaned back against the bench and got a bit of a smug look in his light gray eyes; watching the minun with a purpose.
"Well... at least you looked like a girl. And close to my species." Ricor admitted.
Then Jachai laughed, not hard enough to be crying but enough so that one would know he wasn't able to hold it in. Ricky knew he liked it more than he let on; Jachai didn't even have to say anything. The allure of street theatre performed by a minun and a plusle in people clothes prevailed once again!
Deep down, Ricky felt for the people that were giving the bus bench a five-foot radius after his currently shameless friend burst into song. At least he wasn't so bored anymore… that was a plus. Ish. The lovely lady pokemon that had passed by a few moments after the outburst- GIGGLING AT THEM- probably wouldn’t be thinking of him as a potential… man-friend… anytime soon. Sigh. Jachai was such an oblivious block; but a loveable one. At times, he was even helpful in his more promiscuous endeavors, a cause of jealousy or admiration in the lasses. But that wasn’t why he stuck around; that human was his best friend.
'Course, he was still a little dolt who ate hands. There was no denying that!
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Post by Akira on Aug 23, 2009 1:07:09 GMT -5
Don't worry. I'M the one with the long, boring, crappy post here!!
The wooden bench was quite uncomfortable for many. Muscles spasm every few minutes, refusing limbs of going to sleep. A said figure forced back unto the rotting wooden frame; stretching as if they were awaking from an afternoon nap. As arms threw up (while letting the body stretch farther apart) while the lips parted. A rather large yawn, indeed, came following suit.
“That was a great nap,” the voice came out in a content tone. Every inch of the other’s expression was relaxed. Oh~? That just quite wouldn’t do now~!
A pale digit instantly ran down the other’s neck (trailing the spine), resulting into tensing of muscles. A snicker emptied into the thin air. My~ How this was fun~! Porcelain ghosted upward, adding in another digit. Lips spread slowly, curving upward only a tad. The figure had shuddered as if they had seen a ghost. Perhaps they did? Orbs flickered as a palm ghosted onto the others’ neck.
Lips parted as an urgent squeak left the figure, “I’ll give you anything..!”
“Oh, boy~” A snicker escaped pale lips. The woman – Akira Takara – couldn’t help but hold a smug look. How, within moments the light atmosphere had sifted. Oh, alright~ Only ONE’S attitude had sifted. Lips, still holding their thin smirk maneuvered,”Do you honestly think I want something~?”
“Y-“
“No.”
A pause. “Wha-“
“No, silly~” A sudden cling from behind. The male’s body instantly tensed once more. Was this woman NUTS!? A woman – a year younger than him, for sure – was hugging him from behind. It was…it was…outrageous!
A giggle had escaped the woman’s lips. Instantly, she clings as more figures began to gather about the bus stop. More forms may have came her way, but her game was far from over. Not one bit. Akira’s orbs had glistened over with a predatory look. Playing with such emotions was so much fun~ The cat arched, letting her body arch against the mouse’s back, tormenting him ever more.
Her lips pressed against brunette hair, as a giggle escaped lips. Following suit, came the whisper, “Play along for now and you won’t have to deal with me again~” A sudden nod made the rush hit her veins. Something about a prey admitting defeat always gave her an odd satisfactory sensation. Her prey would entertain her for hours—
A sudden wave of laughter hit into the air. Instantly the woman shot upward, glancing around with the rest of the crowd. Her crystal blue pools found the source of the noise. A young fema—no, narrowing her eyes to focus revealed male. He seemed to be quite fascinated with whatever conversation he was having. Who, apparently, had busted out into a sudden song shortly after the outburst.
“A patched up cheek, huh…” A small tilt was to her head, as the question illusion came across her face. The face of the boy didn’t appear all to be beat up. Let alone…her orbs gazed upward and downward...he didn’t seem as if he was recently in a fight. A small scoff escaped her lips, as if she tossed out such a thought. If he was in a fight – and in clean clothing – he’d CLEARLY would have had fought a few days ago. It was that obvious. However…
With a click of her tongue, the woman’s hands released the other adult. Pulling away, she observed the reactions of the Minun the boy held close too. While others swiftly adverted their gazes - hoping to distract themselves by searching for a bus – Akira let her gaze stay intact. Alright…Tow-Head’s
[/li][li] got a friend…whom both appear quite close.[/i] Truth be told, the lieutenant’s thoughts were only on a patch mark. If it was a fight, I desire to know with who~Thoughts concluded, the woman pushed herself out of the crowd. Heading in the direction of the two figures, she spoke up. “Hey, bang your face up good?” A flutter of eyes, as the illusionist played to confusion. “Did your mom bandage that up or are you hiding it from her?” A sudden concern entered into play. Meanwhile, within the corridors of the woman’s mind, a snicker echoed into the air… ..my...wonder how this will go? [/blockquote]
”Show me all - don’t you hide, tell me your secrets, it’s okay - don’t be shy, we’re all a little twisted...” – Cauterize; “Love in the Attic”
[/li][li] Though - I’m sure you know - “Tow-Head” is a term used for kids with fair, blonde, hair. [/center][/size]
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Post by Jachai J. Jean-Jacques III on Aug 24, 2009 17:09:57 GMT -5
((TCHHHH LIES. ;> I hope this is good enough! xD))
It was very lucky that Ricky had been looking at Jachai at that particular moment, because if he hadn’t then he would’ve been surprised at the sudden intrusion by the very short, curious woman with the bright white vest and the blonde-and-blue hair. The poor blond boy at his side, however, reacted with a bit of a shock, a literal- but undetectable for humans- jolt going through to his heart and a hand covering aforementioned organ theatrically. The minun merely smiled in rare, cynical joy at his friend’s plight; that was maybe enough payback for scaring away those potential lady-companions from earlier.
Of course, Jachai didn’t notice right away the questions were for him, though his eyes were quite well focused on the woman that had suddenly appeared- materialized?- from thin air. With a little nudge from Ricor, he remembered his voice and attempted to answer (after the poke in his side he’d realized her words were directed towards him), his well-socialized mind coming up with his regular excuse for the bandage; a burn injury. Actually, at all times he said it was a burn injury, but obviously with people who knew him for a longer period of time- like his boss and friends- it turned into a slightly different, more personal story. But it was no less simple than the original, albeit it was a tad shallow. At least it was believable!
“Ah, it’s just a burn. No banging here!... Goodness, no, I couldn’t hide it from her, though I did my own bandages… it’s not very hard to do.” He replied with a grin, trailing off with a bit of finality. Hopefully the girl wouldn’t ask any more questions about his face patch- he touched it absently- it was a sensitive subject, after all!
And then it clicked. What he said. He’d made a funny without even knowing it! If he’d been in the company of a boy, he would’ve started laughing- albeit quietly- at himself over that one, but this was a lady, and she probably wouldn’t appreciate an unintentional but nonetheless gross joke! Unless she was cool like that… probably wasn’t, just going by her appearance and the sweetness of her demeanor. So he just allowed his amusement to be shown through his eyes, glancing over at Ricor, who was already snickering at the promiscuous wording used in the middle sentence of that explanation. Before he needed to cover up the almost-laughing smile, he remembered his manners and acted accordingly, afterwards putting a hand over his mouth in a thoughtful and discreetly concealing way.
“Thank you for asking… Were you just curious or…?”
Ricor face-palmed suddenly and- when he finished rubbing his face furiously- frowned up at his currently-bigger-than-him friend, knowing exactly where that was headed. Jachai liked to make friends with or at least make an impression on everyone he met; if he started talking to this unusually inquisitive lass they’d probably end up missing their bus and have to wait even more before they got to go home. And Ricky didn’t like missing dinner or any sleep; women be darned- and not that other word! Well, at least human women. Darn- still not that other word- them, and their stupid ability to make Jachai go places with them, using their pity stories about being lonely and having no friends. Sometimes- in the rare case of it happening- their fruitless attempts to catch his interest were kinda fun to observe. But today he wanted to go home much more than he wanted to watch women flirt with his friend. Arceus forbid Jachai went a day without being such a social butterfly!
“Shouldn’t the bus be here soon?”
He stated blandly, pretending to check a watch on his small and watch-less wrist, trying to convey his wants to the not-as-sharp-as-a-tack young man sitting next to him. To accentuate the unsaid notion, he stood, resisting the urge to lean against Jachai for balance. They’d been sitting down for a little too long waiting on that bus! Hopefully he was too young for blood to start clotting or anything; he’d heard that sitting down for too long was harmful. Then again, if that was true then there wouldn’t be any snorlax’ in existence… maybe it only worked on humans?
“Alright, this is taking too long.”
With that, Ricky leapt down off the bench and took to standing solidly on his fours, staring back at Jachai with a look that said many things; mainly ‘get off the bench, we’re leaving’.
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