Elevator Business //.Skie and Cody.\\

[||Cody R||]

[So I got a little carried away. Okay, I lied. I got a lot carried away. Tell me what you think, haha! And it's actually pretty long!]

It was a rainy day at the Ranger headquarters and there was absolutely nothing to do. Well, nothing that would stimulate the minds of those that tend to appreciate when they could wreak havoc outside. But they would have to compromise for the lack of beautiful weather by enjoying themselves some other way. Whether it be through a scary movie marathon, through a crazy round of video games, or through some extreme board games, something had to be done, because sitting around was not an option. In fact, sitting around was for losers, and being a loser was not to be tolerated.

A hooded figure stepped out from the shadows, proceeded to make his way down the hallways. He wore a pair of red converse, which had a checkered print on them, a black hoodie and a pair of dark washed jeans. And as he walked in long strides, his Ampharos, Rocket, tried her hardest to match his strides with her short legs which were hindering her from keeping up with his pace. He hadn’t even wanted her to come along with him outside of her poke ball, being that she had a way with words, harsh words, but she wouldn’t let him say no. She actually refused to go away in her Poke ball when he whipped it out from inside his drawstring back pack, so he gave up and just let her string along with him while he ventured out of his room in plans to meet up with Skie in her room.

He had been thinking about what to do while the weather wasn’t agreeing with him at the moment, knowing fully well that Skie would take part in just about anything that involved torturing people inside the Ranger headquarters. Together they were practically a pair of little kids, even though it was a given that their ages were far from that of a young children’s, and they didn’t mind -- they always enjoyed themselves. Just two weeks ago they had played a loud game of Super Smash Brothers on Skie’s gaming platform, waking up more than half of the Rangers in the process. As they did so a male Ranger raced out of the shower -- he had a towel covering his bottom half, thank god -- only to scold the two adults.

“Quiet down in here! You’ve woken the lot of us!” he snapped before running back out of the room and down the hallway where he came from.

Cody had climbed to his feet, looked out the door, and made sure that the guy was out of the clear. When he was certain the crazy shower guy had returned back to his shower, Cody looked to Skie and began hysterical laughing. He raised a hand moments later, spread his fingers out and made a mock oath, which simply stated that he would no longer bring anger and grief to those who didn’t wish to have it thrust upon them. The oath in itself caused a giggle or two, but lasted a total of about two minutes. Cody wasn’t going to give up his ways, no matter how bothersome or antagonizing they may be at times.

“You’re laughing again, always laughing. The hell is wrong with you? Ever since you started hanging around with that Skie girl you have been ten times worse than you usually are -- and that’s saying a lot,” Rocket drawled lazily, her eyes drooping slightly.

Cody laughed to himself once again at the appearance of his obviously tired Pokemon. Just the night before he had called Skie on the phone, even though she was sitting right next to him. They talked for a good hour or two about nothing, sometimes uttering the vowels “A, e, I, o, u! Oh, and sometimes y!” for no obscene reason. Due to their phone call, Rocket had gotten no sleep whatsoever. The same probably went for Skie’s Pokemon as well, because they seemed to look extra tired when Skie had left the night before, or maybe Cody was imagining things. It could be that. Wouldn’t be the first time Cody’s over-tired mind conjured something up in his mind. Two days ago he had thought he’d seen Mareep jumping over a fence while he tried falling asleep. Or he could have been counting Mareep, he wasn’t sure…That’s besides the point, though.

Cody hadn’t had so much fun in a long while. Even Calista, his own flesh and blood, couldn’t make him laugh as much as Skie did on a daily basis now that they had formed a bond. There was just something about the atmosphere when Skie and Cody were together, it was like they could say anything or do anything together and there would be no shame in doing so. He liked that about Skie, liked the way he could act like himself and not be criticized like many had before. She actually didn’t tell him to “grow up” or “stop being so immature” just because he was twenty-one. He was still young, and still had time to take pleasure in himself.

She never would, and he was sure of it. Even in their short period of time being friends. Strange how it all even started, though. Hah. Cody’s head fell back at the thought, only to release a couple of loud laughs. He had been staring at a bush with his trusty Charizard, Blaze, arguing with him over how the bush looked so much different than any other bush he had seen around the Ranger HQ. Blaze won the argument, after he decided that the bush was actually just a simple rectangle that his trainer’s broad imagination had bypassed. They then looked up at the sky, playing a fun guessing game, when Cody made the mistake of saying that one of the clouds looked like a Gyrados. Cody knew that he should have known better than to shout out such a scary Pokemon’s name around his sensitive beast, but it was too late at that point -- he had already taken off.

When Cody finally found the Pokemon, he was being pinned to the ground by Skie’s own Charizard, Brute. After a little arguing and wrestling, the larger of the two orange beasts released the other without a scratch or bruise to remind them of what had even transpired, thankfully. The two trainers spoke for a little bit until Skie and Cody decided it would be fun to play video games. Minutes turned into a half hour, then dragged on swiftly into hours of yelling, laughing and enjoyment. It couldn’t have gone down any smoother. Cody had landed himself a friend, and one so alike that it was a shock they hadn’t been separated at birth or something.

Psh. Cody smirked at the thought. Skie and him related. He pitied anyone who would have had to experience that if it were to be true. He actually pitied anyone who saw them together now, both shouting absurd, random things into the air like they owned the place. Actually, he didn’t pity them, he wanted to give them a pat on the back and say: “It’s okay, guy, be strong.” He could only imagine what people thought, though, as they stopped and stared at the two rowdy friends. Then again, he really didn’t care. He liked enjoying himself.

They’re just jealous. Duh! Cody shook himself from his thoughts and snapped back into reality, staring up at his yellow Pokemon.

She was eying a little shop positioned right near the entrance to the base. Cody smirked to himself and made his way over to the little counter top. A cashier eyed him for a moment through her lashes while she pretended to count money, when he knew very well she was probably just checking him out. Well, that’s what he thought, at least. Clearing his throat, Cody thought it would be cool to pull out his pillow case he had tugged off his pillow and shove it in front of the woman.

“Woah! What do you want!?” she gasped, her eyes widened in what he could easily see as fear.

“This is a hold up…Just kidding!” Cody laughed, clearing the now awkward air he had created.

Rocket just looked at him with tired eyes, too sleepy to make a harsh comment like she usually would. It was a shock actually, he was waiting to hear her say something about how much of an idiot he looked like right now -- or even comment on how he was too puny looking to ever scare someone into truly thinking he was staging a hold up. Cody would always go right back at her, shooting a snarky remark her way, but when she didn’t even speak he couldn’t say anything. Drat.

“Very funny. Hilarious, kid.” The woman was growing antsy now, so Cody pulled out a twenty spot.

“I’ll just have a tub of popcorn, a chocolate bar…and -- uh -- do you have a bottle of chocolate syrup?”

“Odd request, but yeah…” she answered, her eyes narrowed confusedly.

“Oh. Well I’ll have all that then!” Cody replied, suddenly excited over the fact that he was going to have his special treat.

It had been a long time -- too long.

-x-

“This stuff is going to be so good. Just you wait and see, Rocket. I haven’t had it in a good two months or so, but it is so good…”

Rocket’s eyes closed irritably as she forced herself to listen to her trainer continue on and on about how popcorn with chocolate syrup was the most “fantasticalistic treat your tastebuds will ever have the chance to experience” and how it was “orgasmic in your mouth…and in your pants” even though he knew clearly well that Pokemon didn’t wear pants. Damn son-

“And last time I had it I got a cavity. Well, I don’t know if that’s what caused the initial cavity, but it definitely helped. I mean, I drowned the popcorn in syrup…”

Of-a-

“But it was well worth it -- drills and all!”

“Shut up! You’re like already on a sugar rush and haven’t even started eating!” Rocket snapped, only to fall onto the ground and begin snoring.

Cody shrugged. “Someone’s tired. Awh well, sleep well, Rocket.” With a swift kiss on the cheek, Cody was off and continuing to make his way to Skie’s room, whistling along the way.

Turning along the corner, Cody stopped in front of Skie’s room. He didn’t even bother to knock, instead, he pulled open the door, pillow case over head -- he had cut eyes out of it out of boredom with Rocket’s claws on the way back -- and tossed her chocolate bar on her bed, plopping himself down in suit. Whipping out his chocolate syrup, Cody searched around frantically for a microwave.

“Oh. Uh, hey, Skie? Do you have a microwave?” Cue cheesy smile.

[Skie Loon]

(( I managed to get out a long post too! xDD whoo x3 And lol, I sort of...love Fillet xDD <3 ))

Rawk lumbered along beside her as they moved through the hallways. He was big and bulky, so people had to sometimes scoot aside to avoid him bumping—no, excuse me—plowing them over. Aerodactyls were huge Pokemon. Bigger than Brute, even. And his emerald eyes shifted back and forth almost lazily, taking in details of the hallways he’d wandered down so many times before. Out of everything, though, he was just bored; bored bored bored near to tears. It was raining outside, and usually during this time of the day, he could be found out in the air flying about, practicing aerial moves and tricks.

It wasn’t that he couldn’t fly in the rain, but the water made his wings heavy and his eyes blur. Really, flying out in this sort of weather was just no fun at all. Even his flying/sparring buddy Brute was nestled away somewhere warm and dry; hunkered down out of the rain. Because yeah, Charizards and rain didn’t mix. Brute hadn’t been in the room when Skie had left; more than likely he was brooding somewhere comfy like the balcony, glaring at the storm clouds through the glass.

Rawk left out a bored, frustrated sigh and stretched his wings out, causing several passing Rangers to yelp and duck under them to avoid the initial plowing-down they would have most certainly received.

“Rawk,” Skie hissed, reaching a hand out and smacking him on the nose. “Knock it off.”

“Hn,” he went. But he did draw his wings in a bit closer.

“Don’t be a jerk,”

“I wasn’t,” he told her.

“You were too. You did that on purpose!”

“Did not,” he bit back, huffing.

“Please,” another voice spoke up. Another Pokemon scuttled away by the young girl’s side; a new member of the team. A Corphish named Fillet. “Please, no more of this arguing.” He held a claw up to his head like the woozy damsel in distress holding the back of her hand to her forehead before falling into the hero’s arms. “It upsets me.”

‘You see a gum wrapper on the floor and you’re upset,” Rawk muttered.

“Ah!” Fillet halted, staring up at the big purple fossil of a beast. “Wh-what?”

“Oh jeez, Rawk, don’t set him off. Fillet, it’s fine, okay? Everything’s cool, yeah?”

“You’re all against me!” he wailed.

“Omigosh, we are not!” Skie had to hold back a laugh; her Pokemon were too goofy. She knew he was just an attention hog at heart. She knelt down in front of him. “You know Rawk well enough to know that he’s a jerk, right?”

Rawk growled, but said nothing. Pft. Whatever, right? Let them think what they wanted.

“And I’m your trainer, right? I’m on your side. Don’t you dare start crying.”

Fillet hesitated for a moment, as if mulling things over. “..I suppose I won’t cry then.”

“Good boy.” She smiled.

Fillet took a deep breath. “I’m calm now. I’m alright. Nobody panic.”

“We won’t, don’t worry,” Rawk huffed and moved along.

Really though, they weren’t exactly heading anywhere together as a group. Rawk was making his way towards the Stadium, eager to either join in on a fight to get into the air, or at least watch. Fillet was really just circling the base for the umpteenth time, making sure he had places memorized and such, being new and all. And Skie was making a loop back around to her room, after stopping by the Lesterfield and grabbing a quick hot chocolate.

But still, they stuck together until Rawk reached the elevator.

“Later, Skie,” he growled, lurching like he usually did when he had to walk. Aerodactyls were built for the air, not land. It was a bit awkward for him, but after so long with Skie in the Ranger base, he’d gotten used to it. Good at it too, even.

“See you, Rawk,” she said, waving after him. “Don’t bite anything smaller than you, remember.”

“Hn,” he said, and he was gone.

Skie looked back down at her Corphish, grinning. “You coming back to the room with me?” she asked.

The lobster-looking Pokemon paused, most likely thinking it was for dramatic effect, and looked up at her. “Yes, please,” he said, nodding. The little action and the little phrase made her smile widen. He was a cute little thing, and tolerable once you got used to his drama-king antics. And she could tolerate a lot. He fit right in with her.

Really though, she was a bit worried, and Fillet might have called out a complaint or two as she walked quickly down the halls; speed walking, really. She wasn’t so sure what time it was, and wasn’t so sure when exactly Cody was supposed to show up at her door. They were supposed to meet up sometime around…uh..now? And she hated the idea of leaving him stranded there for any amount of time waiting for her. Gah.

It surprised her, though, how quick she’d become friends with him. He was goof, like her, and seemed to share a lot of her own feelings towards work and such. They were both a bit lazy, hm? She liked him. She was never bored when she was hanging out with him. And funny too, that their first meeting happened to be a little frightening; her big ol’ Charizard jumping his smaller one. Gah. She’d been so frustrated with her Pokemon then. He didn’t listen.

But it was cool, how that situation had ended up; one big video game fest, the volume turned on to the max until some dude in a towel came barging in yelling at them. Jeez. People needed to stop doing that or Brute would give himself a damn heart attack.

She laughed a little to herself as she and Fillet glided down the hall, his feet clicking away, and her shoes stomping loudly. Her hot chocolate had long since been drained, but she still had the empty plastic cup. It made her hungry for more chocolate really, and she found herself glaring at it from time to time as they moved closer and closer to her room.

Finally though, the door did come into sight, and she sighed happily when she saw no one was in the hall waiting for her. The door swung open as she shouldered it—apparently someone had forgotten to close it in the first place—and she moved in. The room was void of anyone else save her and Fillet. Hm. Everyone else must have gotten bored and wandered off. Funny…were the video games not working?

She tossed the empty hot chocolate cup into the waste basket in the corner, and moved to the television as Fillet ambled over to a bean bag and collapsed on it, itching for a nice long nap. She pushed buttons and rearranged plugs when it didn’t work. Something was wrong with her game system. Pft. Stupid thing. It was old anyway; time she got a new one. But still.

She sighed, glaring at the television as she flopped back into another beanbag. Stupid thing. What were she and Cody supposed to do now? The video games were broken and the weather was crap, so—

She jumped as the door opened again, and she leaned back over the beanbag, watching—..uh…Cody? Right? Yeah, that was Cody. Definitely him—move into her room with the pillow case over his head.

“Hi Co—“

“A GHOST. HEAVENS ABOVE, IT’S A SPIRIT FROM THE NETHERWORLD!” Fillet cried, rolling off of the beanbag with a frantic gasp. “SKIE! RUN FOR YOUR LIFE!” The Corphish lunged at her, burring his lobster-face into her belly so she was between himself and the ‘ghost’. “RUN. SAVE YOURSELF!” he told her, even though he was still clinging to her like he was.

“…Buddy. Hey, Fillet? Fillet it’s Cody.” She was trying. So hard. Not to laugh. “It’s okay.”

Fillet lifted his head a little, looking up at her. “What?”

“That’s a pillowcase, bud. Look,” she looked over her shoulder at Cody again, who had plopped himself down on another beanag. And holycrap he’d just tossed a candybar up on her bed. She had to go and get that in a second… “It’s just Cody, calm down. You can go take your nap again. …Atta boy,” she grinned when he moved out of her lap, glaring at Cody.

“Vile, dirty trick. But I saw through your clever disguise. I was testing you.” Fillet then huffed, puffing out his chest like he was tough and he knew it, before turning around, and falling back into his beanag to sleep. If Skie or Cody tried talking to him, they would be ignored; he was in a drama-king mood, and he was going to be staying that way.

Skie grinned, snickering as she stood, grabbing up the chocolate bar before turning and looking down at Cody. "Hi Cody," she greeted, looking at him like the pillowcase on his head wasn't even there. “What’s with the chocolate syrup? And yeah, I have one up on the dresser over there,” she jerked a thumb at the dresser a few feet in front of the foot of her bed. It was how they made microwave pizza, of which Truffle adored more than any of them, and all of them loved microwave pizza.

She sat down at the foot of her bed, munching on the chocolate. “The video games are busted,” she said with her mouth full. “So there goes that awesome-option. And it’s raining too.” She sighed.

The chocolate bar was gone already. Damn it.

“Can you think of anything we can do? It’s boring as hell, and everyone else is busy.”

[||Cody R||]

[Haha. xD Vice is a little creeper, thinkin' he's gonna take over the world. And yes, chocolate addiction is a real medical condition.]

“THE HELL IS GOING ON IN HERE!? Can’t a Pokemon get some shut eye around here!? Dammit!” Rocket shouted, her arms shaking while sparks emanated from her figure.

Cody didn’t even realize the yellow Pokemon had entered the room, being that seeing anything with a pillowcase over your head was pretty damn hard. He could barely even see Skie and Fillet as the lobster Pokemon shouted and created a massive scene over something along the lines of a ghost from the netherworld. Still, Rocket looked angry…Very angry, and no one ever wanted to see her when she was angry. It was pretty funny seeing her so distressed for some odd reason, even though he would never admit that to her. The way she looked, with her arms outstretched while they sparked involuntarily and her eyes the size of marbles—Ah. Priceless.

“Cody…,” Rocket began, eying her trainer with a confused expression. She was clearly not accustomed to seeing grown men with pillowcases over their heads. “Do you…HAVE A FRIGGEN’ BRAIN!? What goes through your head?”

“Some chicken, a roast beef, a pizza-”

“You got that from Spongebob, jackass!” Rocket interjected, eyes widened in blaringly obvious distress.

“Yeah, and if I did? So what!” Cody retorted, his voice just over a whisper.

Rocket rolled her eyes before letting herself drop onto the beanbag next to Skie. She actually liked Skie, because unlike Cody, Skie was a girl. Dealing with a team of testosterone filled boys got tiring all the time. When around Skie, Rocket could actually sit back and relax—somewhat. Skie was still very much like Cody: loud, obnoxious, and carefree. Sure, it wasn’t a bad thing, but Rocket wished she could have someone normal to talk to once in a while; Skie would have to deal for now, though, because who else could she run to when all her life she had been surrounded by raging idiots?

“You’re still a jackass,” Rocket mumbled under her breath.

Cody ground his teeth together, although no one could see him from underneath his pillow. “Yeah? Well…uh…No one likes you!” he shot back half-heartedly. The boredom was taking hold of him, he didn’t know how much he could handle either.

“Wow. I thought you were so much more creative than that.” Rocket smirked in triumph before looking over to the broken video games positioned on the floor as Skie told them about how they were broken. “No video games and it's raining...This day is Rapidash shit!”

“Ayyy! Mouth!” Cody reprimanded, shocked that Rocket would even run her mouth like that. She was pretty bad with her mouth, yeah, but that was unexpected.

“This day is Rapidash poo, better?” Rocket conceded, somewhat stubbornly.

Cody nodded, forcing himself to hold back a bout of laugher that was trying its hardest to surface and ring throughout the room. Not laughing was so hard—So. Damn. Hard. It was like breathing—you need it to survive. In this case, Cody needed to laugh to function; Well, that and cracking jokes were needed. He then turned to Skie who had been talking to him as though the pillowcase on his head wasn’t even there, popcorn and chocolate syrup still in hand. Oh how he wanted to cook the popcorn and indulge himself in the chocolaty delight.

“The chocolate syrup is for his uncanny need for his orgasmic popcorn and chocolate syrup concoction. Tell her about it, Cody.” Came Rocket’s monotonous reply. It was easy to see that she was still tired and grumpy.

“Well, one day I was bored, right? So I looked through my food and only had a bag of popcorn and some chocolate syrup, and I mean you're not gonna just leave popcorn and chocolate syrup untouched, you know? So I cooked the popcorn and started eating it, but there was something missing.” He moved the chocolate syrup bottle so it was closer to Skie's face and waved it back and fourth like a pendulum. “I took this bottle, well, not this bottle of chocolate syrup and poured it all over the popcorn. Ever since that day, I have an addiction for popcorn with chocolate syrup on top. True story, true story. I think it's actually a real medical condition—chocolate addiction, I mean-”

“But the doctors made him stop, because his sugar levels were through the roof. Not to mention his dentist probably wanted to kill him because his teeth were filled with cavities,” Rocket commented.

Cody shrugged. “It was worth it, though. Sure I had to get my teeth drilled time and time again, but wouldn't you do the same?” Cody asked, only to realize it was a stupid question because if anyone loved chocolate, it was Skie.

Cody rose to his feet and made his way over to the microwave Skie had pointed out for him. He could tell it was used frequently just by looking at the numerous charred pizza crisps that clearly hadn't been washed away any time recently. Opening the door, Cody placed the popcorn packet inside, then pressed the popcorn button on the microwave. Upon hearing the slow, monotonous of the buzz, Cody made his way back over to the beanbag he had been seated on moments later and released both Blaze and Vice. Right after he did so Blaze stretched his wings out, which revealed his full wingspan, while the lobster-Pokemon next to Blaze stared around the room wondrously.

Cody quickly remembered that Vice had never met Skie or any of her Pokemon before. It wasn't that he didn't wish for Skie to meet Vice, it was the fact that Vice didn't know how to communicate which made it all the more tedious of a task. Sure, Cody loved him, but it was hard. Plus, Vice wasn't very comfortable around newer people, and tended to shy away when in contact with them. Even though he was afraid of people, Vice always wore a thoughtful expression, as if he were thinking or something along the lines of such.

“Skie, this is Vice. You've never met him before, but he's my other Pokemon,” Cody introduced, gesturing towards the Pokemon. “Vice, this is my friend Skie.”

Vice's claws opened and closed feverishly as he eyed the girl. They think I'm so stupid, don't they? Well, we'll see about that when the damn Crawdaunt's take over the world. Then we'll see who's laughing! MUAHAHAH! Vice thought, blowing bubbles from his mouth as he did so. He inched a little closer to Skie, glanced dreamingly at the candy bar wrapper in her hands. Raising a claw, Vice began tapping against her knee, wanting nothing more than to have a delicious, sweet treat rejuvenate his yearning taste buds.

“Vice,” Cody spoke, raising a brow. “Vice, that's enough.”

Rocket rolled her eyes at the huge Charizard that had somehow managed to make his way over to where Fillet was sleeping without a sound, only to take a nap. She then looked over to Vice and began talking, “Damn fish.” Her voice was airy, but there was a hint of annoyance lingering within.

When Vice stopped tapping against Skie's leg, Cody pulled out a notepad he had brought along with him, which held all his ideas for a fun day given the weather. There wasn't much on the list, just a few ideas which would provide some sort of entertainment for the two. And even though Cody had filled up a few pages of the notebook, what truly was there was misleading, because Cody had scribbled little annotations and sketched out little caricatures of him and his Pokemon. Cody smirked at the ideas, pleased with what he had come up with. Skie would be so proud of him, he just knew it.

“It is pretty boring out today, so I came up with some ideas while I was supposed to be working out at the gym. I happen to think you'll like them very much. We can do one today, the others we can save for other days,” Cody explained.

He placed the notepad on Skie's lap, laughing at what it read: One.) Stand on the top of the Ranger HQ and toss water balloons onto innocent passerby heads. Two.) Melt chocolate and pour it on a Slip n' Slide, then slide down the hallways. Three.) Take computer chairs from the office rooms and have chair races down the hallways. Four.) Pretend to be drunk at Lesterfield! Five.) Create wild scenes in the Ranger HQ's elevators.

“They're all good ideas, with ample opportunity for fun—so tell me which you like best.” Cody grinned.

[Skie Loon]

(( FINALLY GAGH xD Here's my post :3 <3 Feels sorta of...iffy. I dunno what it was about this post that took so long xD I WANT THEM TO START GOOFING OFF xD But yeah. Maybe that was why my brain was like "nnnng" xD It wanted elevator-fun and it wasn't getting any xDD ))

”THE HELL IS GOING ON IN HERE?” Upon Rocket’s initial bursting into the room, Skie jumped, blinking. It was funny though, ‘cause bothered as Rocket seemed by Fillet and his…well. She set him off again. All the poor Corphish wanted was a nap. Was that so much to ask?

“GOOD LORD. LORD ALMIGHTY. IT’S YELLOW AND ENRAGED.”

“Hi Rocket,” Skie grinned, even as she barked out at Cody, and the girl laughed at the pillowcase thing again. Man. She loved these guys. “Fillet, buddy, calm down. It’s Rocket.” Seriously, he was such a drama King. He needed to stop yelling.

“WHY DOES EVERYONE INSIST ON SCARING ME?”

“You’re too young to be talkin’ like that, Fillet. What’s with your vocabulary? What happened to cute little young Pokemon?”

“I’m adorable! I’m so adorable I make Cleffas look hideous and disfigured and-“

“Shush, Fillet.” Skie smirked and stretched out her foot, resting her heel on the top of his head playfully. “Just shush, buddy. Go back to sleep.”

Fillet glared, heaved the biggest sigh he could muster, and closed his eyes again, snuggling back into his own beanbag while muttering under his breath.

The girl grinned when Rocket flopped over beside her, and she moved over a bit to give her more room. She laughed, and raised her hand, “I like Rocket,” she told Cody after his ‘no one likes you’ comment. Ha. Girls had to stick together, no?

But she shook her head, and dropped her arm. “Ch. Yeah it is. Boooring.” But she did smile again as Cody snapped at Rocket’s language. Pft.

“Ha!” Skie laughed hard then. “Orgasmic you say? Pft. Well. Now you’re gonna hafta share.” She grinned. “And I think only you would combine stuff like that. Popcorn and chocolate? I don’t think even I would try it.”

Oh ho, what was he doing? Waving that thing around in his face. She and chocolate syrup had an interesting history as of late—though she knew he wouldn’t know the details—But she smirked and grabbed it before he could pull it back. “Mm hmm. Chocolate addiction. I hear yah,” she uncapped the lid and held it upside down over her head, tilting her head back to catch some of the chocolate goo in her mouth before he could snatch it back. She closed the cap and smirked.

“Cavities. Doctors. Bah. I’m just fine. And I live off the stuff. Almost literally.” She laughed again, handing the bottle back to him. “But yeah. Drills. Ugh. Hate the noise. But hell yeah it’s worth it. I still go at chocolate like it’s going out of style; but you and every other Ranger in the building know that, huh?”

Cody placed the popcorn in the microwave—damn, she was gonna hafta clean that thing soon; it looked pretty well-used—and nodded at Blaze when the large Charizard was called out. “Hi, Blaze,” she smiled at him before looking at the Crawdaunt she’d ever seen before.

“Hello, Vice.” ... "Hm. Vice." She repeated his name, something tugging at the back of her mind. “Yeah, I think you told me about him,” she said, watching the red lobster Pokemon snap his claws while staring at her. “He can’t talk, right?” And her suspicion seemed to confirm itself as he never said a word, eying…oh.

“Sorry, Vice,” she held up the wrapper. “It’s gone; ate it already.” She held up the wrapper, and that and Cody telling him to knock it off seemed to encourage him to stop poking at her leg with his claws.

The room was getting a bit crowded, eh? Not that it being full of Pokemon wasn’t something she was more than used to. Hell, she had a dragon and two dinosaurs. Not to mention the score of smaller Pokemon, one of which she planned on giving a Firestone to strengthen him up (and Ace loved the idea, so that was cool). Then hell. She’d have to get a new room or something if she was to let all her Pokemon sleep out of their Pokeballs like they usually did.

She looked down at the little notepad when Cody placed it on her lap, reading over each line. Her grin got a little bigger with every one.

“Well, the first idea’d have to wait a’course. Seeing as it’s raining and all that. It’d be pretty pointless. Double-soaking everyone. But hellll, we have to do that later. When it’s sunny. Same with the second one. Jeez.” She grinned, cracking up and laughing hard for a second. “N-now I’m hungry again…” She shook her head.

“Trying to sleep, here,” Fillet mumbled, but Skie didn’t hear him.

“Oooh, the third one sounds fun. Wheelie-chair races. Hadn’t had any sort of chair-race since I got out of the hospital a while back,” she grinned. Man. Who knew wheelchairs could be so damn fun? “So pft. That’s a definite maybe. …”

She stared at the list, before laughing again. Jeez, this was ingenious stuff right here. Every single one had massive hilarity potential. “I know the guys down in the Lesterfield; they’d kick us out!” she laughed at the picture. A lot of the guys behind the counter saw her as somewhat irritating; she broken the door down all that time ago and had broken more than a few of the plain white coffee mugs; since her return back to the Base alone, she’d broken three. On accident, of course. But still. “We have to do that sometime. Hell, we have to do all of ‘em. And—Wait.”

Omigod.

“Elevator? Goofing off in an elevator?”

…

She’d actually never done that before.

“…Cody. We have to do this one. Omigod. We have to do this one.” She actually pointed at it, tapping the scrawled out idea. “Yeah. Totally this one today. Is that alright? Can we do the elevator thing today? Pleasepleaseplease?” Just thinking about it was getting her all riled up. Oh ho.

“TRYING. To. SLEEP. GOODNESS.”

“Shushshushshush, we’ll be gone in a sec’,” Skie nudged the Corphish with her shoe again, making him grumble even more. “But yeah, Cody, this is my favorite idea. Like, hands down. Lots of potential n’ stuff. Let’s see what we can do.”

[||Cody R||]

Even though you're not gonna be on in a while, I posted for ya. :3

The sky was dark and abysmal that day, which brought Cody into Skie’s room. It wasn’t a chore, no -- it was never a chore. Skie was his close friend, even though he had only known her for a few weeks now. They understood each other, enjoyed each others presences and all together just had a strange chemistry that, if any random bystander happened to walk past them, they would have thought they were high or something. They weren’t high, they never would think of doing such a thing. The two were just simply the dearest of friends, and the only true friend Cody could without a doubt say he cared about tremendously. To have such an effect on someone so quickly -- that was rare. To have a friend with qualities such as Skie’s -- that’s priceless. Generally, when Cody would find a friend, the relationship wouldn’t last long due to his atypical nature. Around the Ranger headquarters, Cody had a reputation as the “Crazy One” because of his many odd mannerisms.

Some days Cody would wander around the headquarters, pretending he had tourettes syndrome. Then there were days when Cody would prance into Lesterfield’s coffee shop, ask specifically for a shot glass, and request for the waiter or waitress -- depending on who’s smart enough to run into the back when he walks in -- to “hit him up.” After two or so of his “Coffee shots” Cody liked to pretend he was hammered -- hammered to a point of no return. He’d walk around, flailing and stumbling like an idiot, slur his words, and start coffee mug fights. Sure, he was kicked out every time he did it, but the hilarity level was worth it in the end. Still, there was a void; something was missing from Cody’s little bliss-filled heart. Skie, well, she filled part of the void.

Skie also got along with Pokemon very well. Cody really did need a friend like that: one who liked to be around him and his Pokemon. His team, too, could say they adored Skie. Rocket loved her because she was the closest thing to a girl friend she would have, while Blaze just loved her because he was saved by her those few weeks ago when Brute had smashed him against the ground in order to protect her. There were instances when Cody would come back from jogging around, only to see his Pokemon seated on his little couch back in his room, waiting for him to bring them to see Skie. Never before had his Pokemon acted that way, they usually just laid around eating food and playing video games, and now that Cody and Skie had become friends -- well, that changed.

“See, someone likes me!” Rocket snapped at Cody.

Cody shook his head clear of his thoughts and raised an eyebrow in Skie’s direction. Raising a finger to his eye level, he feigned anger. “You! Don’t fill her head with lies…Ya -- ya big ol’ liar, you!” he told Skie, scolding her as if she were his daughter. “Rocket’s gonna think you actually like her” -- he smirked in Rocket’s direction, thoroughly pleased with the firm line on her lips -- “…and we don’t want that, do we now?”

Rocket’s lip trembled as she tried her hardest to bite back a reply that she would surely get grounded for, and when Cody brought a finger to his eye and pulled the skin down -- oh ho, Rocket was pissed. “Eff you, man. Eff you!”

“AY -- !”

“I said ‘eff’’, dumbass -- !”

“AYYYY! Rocket! You are a good girl and you do not curse!”

“You’re cheating on your girlfriend with Jill!” Rocket barked, her eyes blazing.

Cody thought for a moment, confused. “The hell is a Jill? I’m not even dating anyone…”

Rocket grabbed the first hand with five fingers near her, which happened to be Skie’s. She first outlined the index and thumb finger on her hand(that would be a J), then proceeded to point to her middle finger(“I”), index finger(“l”) and pinky(“l)”. “J. I. L. L!” Rocket spelt out, sniggering.

Cody’s jaw dropped. “I do not pleasure myself!”

“You don’t?” Cody shook his head. “Well then why are your cheeks as red as an apple?”

Cody had forgotten he took the pillow case off his head and wished at the moment he still had it on. This was some sick form of torture -- some bloody friggen’ sick torture. Where had Rocket learned it?: He suspected from Monty or something…They had been hanging out a lot lately. Cody ground his teeth, damn…Her material is getting better! A little too much better. He would have to talk to that little purple son of a…

“I thought so…” Rocket then burst out into a round out loud, antagonizing guffaws.

…bitch.

Verbal abuse. Too. Damn. Much. Verbal. Abuse! There was too much verbal abuse for tonight at least. Rocket was going to be grounded, he knew just that. The first chance he got he would lock her in her Pokeball with chains and use it as a friggen’ boomerang! Cody was afraid to even look at Skie by this point because he feared the sight of her red cheeks, watery eyes and her sides shaking as laughs rolled out from the pit of her stomach. Damn Rocket, damn her to hell! At this point, Cody wished she was still asleep out in the hallway -- he liked her better that way. She was always so much more quiet and, well, more pleasant that way. Then again, he could always just grab a pillowcase, pile in a bunch of soap bars and -- no; he would never.

“I. Have. Never. Pleasured. Myself!” Cody shouted, adding emphasis to what he was saying by slamming his head against Skie’s bedroom wall.

“Really? Then what is it I hear when you’re in your room going ‘Furoi…Furoi! You’re so intoxicatingly beautiful…Furoi!’?; sure sounds like it --”

“Ever think I was dreaming?” Rocket shook her head, defeated. “Yeah…I thought so.” He grinned in approval. He won, once again, and it was simple this time: he just put out her fiery words…sizzle, pshtttt!

Cody’s gaze then flashed to Skie who seemed interested in his little chocolate-covered popcorn idea. To think she actually wanted some, no. To think she actually wanted some and expected Cody to give her some…Hn, she was crazy. He didn’t just spend a good ten spot to have Skie take half away. Nope, not going to happen. Her laughing…Nngg. So hard to resist!; she’s just too bubbly when she’s like that. Hm, innocent too. Damn it…

“You’ll like it,” he assured her, aware of the fact that he’d just lost his internal battle over whether to give her some of his concoction or not. “Hm. Yeah. It is something only I’d try, huh?”

Wiggling the bottle of chocolate syrup in Skie’s face wasn’t a great idea now that he thought about it. The fact that she grabbed the bottle just a second after justified this suspicion. Cody couldn’t even focus on what Skie was saying, he could only focus on what she was doing with the bottle: she had uncapped it and let the sugary topping coat her esophagus. That can’t be all that healthy, could it…?

“Yeah, the lot of us do know you’re a bit…addicted…to the stuff,” he responded, running his fingers through his silvery-white hair.

When Cody had released the rest of his Pokemon, small exchanges were said, being that one out of the two could speak. “Heya, Skie.” Blaze yawned before laying down next to the little Corphish. “…Fillet won’t mind me, will he?” His flaming tail flickered as he swished it over his snout.

Vice let out a few grunts after Skie told him that there was nothing left of her chocolate bar. “Stupid humans. Stupid, stupid humans! I’m tellin’ ya, us Crawdaunts are gonna take over! N’ when they do, Skie and Cody will be first on my slave list. Hm. I wonder if Fillet o’ Fish will join me…? He doesn’t really seem ta like Cody anyway. Hn. I’ll have to ask him.”

Cody climbed out from his comfortable beanbag grudgingly so, then made his way over to the microwave that had went off just a second before. Skie read over the different ideas he had created while he retrieved the popcorn, opened the bag and let the chocolate syrup mix in with the buttery deliciousness. Grabbing a handful, Cody popped the food into his mouth, smirking as Skie grew more and more excited with each plot at hilarity. She then picked one, and oh did she make it obvious. Her finger tapped against the notepad, telling Cody that what she wanted was nothing more than to have fun in the elevator, but then again -- she did tell him using words too. Meh. Oh well.

“TRYING. TO. SLEEP. GOODNESS.”

“Yeah, shushshushshush! We’ll be leaving you guyses in two secs’!” Cody pulled the popcorn bag into the crook of his arm, wound his arm around Skie’s so it sat comfortably in the crook and marched down the hallway. “Let’s goo!”

Cody’s eyes widened. “Let’s sing!”

“Please. Don’t,” a random Ranger pleaded as they passed the two.

“Just ‘cuz you asked so nicely…No!” And he began, “We‘re off to see the elevator, the wonderful elevator of fun! We hear he is the wonderfulest, wonderfulest one of all. Nah, nah, nah, nah…la, la, la, la…Uh, yeah! Because, because, because, becauseeeee! Because of the funnies he…Uh, yuhsss!”

Rocket peeked her head out the door. “When you two get your elevator privileges taken away, I’m going to laugh. You hear that? Laugh.”

“Shush, grumpy gills!” And they were off, headed towards the elevator where their day was just beginning.

[Skie Loon]

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Skie smirked, and stretched her arms up over her head, leaning back comfortably. She smirked at Cody when he ‘scolded’ her for agreeing with Rocket. “Lie? Me? Ahahaha, never.” She grinned. “The truth is far too much fun.” She threw an arm around Rocket’s shoulders. “And hey now. Don’t go hurting my yellow friend’s feelings. She can zap you and make your hair stand on end. That’s a funny picture. …” She looked at Rocket, adopting a very serious tone of voice. “You should try it.”

Naah. She was kidding.

…

Somewhat.

She laughed as they bantered on, only letting her giggle-fit die down when this ‘Jill’ was mentioned. “Jill? Huh?” she looked just as confused as Cody did. “Dude, you didn’t tell me you were dating anyone!” She grinned, ignoring his own statement completely.

The girl blinked when her hand was seized, and the letters were traced out one by one. She didn’t understand at first, until the Ampharos reached the last ‘L’ in this mysterious person’s name. And when she did finally figure it out she let out a soft “pffffffffffkkchkkkc…” You know. The classic sound that everyone makes when they try their hardest not to die laughing.

“Oho my God,” Skie actually doubled over, holding her stomach while her shoulders shook. God, it was hard to hold that laughter back. So. Damn. Hard.

Another odd noise escaped her when he denied Rocket’s accusation.

“You don’t? Well then why are your cheeks as red as an apple?”

Okay. That did it.

The girl howled out her amusement. Oh God. Oh God, oh God. She was laughing so hard her stomach hurt, and her arms wrapped around her middle tightened their hold. Gggn. “C…Cody…you…” Whatever she was about to say was lost in another fit of laughing.

Needless to say, however.
Fillet was not amused.

And he glared at his trainer and everyone else in the room silently before trying, oh ho, trying[/I, to doze back off again. Was a nap too much to ask? Seriously? Pft.

“F…Furoi, huh?” she managed when her laughing finally died down. “I think I know her.” She smirked, her tone teasing and playful. “But Cody, that’s ado-ra-bllle,” she half sang, stretching the syllables out and pressing her hands to her cheeks. “You’ve got a crush? Omigosh, that’s just so cute.” She dropped her arms and crossed them in front of her. “And buddy, if you’re soundin’ like that in your dreams, they must be…pretty interesting, huh?” her smile was sly. “My my.”

Fillet internally rolled his eyes. Good Lord.

She stretched her arms over her head. “Probably. I mean, I like popcorn,” she started. “And chocolate? …Well.” She laughed. “Yeah, ‘addicted’ is a good word, I s’pose. I have at least one chocolate bar every day, y’know. And I seriously like, get withdrawals and everything.” She stared at him. “I need my fix, man,” she said gravely, though she was joking, of course (hopefully).

She grinned, shaking her head at the Charizard when he asked whether or not Fillet would mind his presence. “He won’t mind, I don’t think. Just don’t bump him or you’ll give him a heart attack or something.”

If Fillet had chosen to speak, he would have told her it would take a lot more than a bump to give him a heart attack. Why, he had the nerves of a superhero! A superhero! As if.

But seriously. Those ideas? Brilliant. Just brilliant. And she told him so too, of course. But that seemed about the last straw for poor Fillet.

He shouted his heavy disliking for their irritating habit of speaking while he was trying to nap, and the girl leaned down as Cody hushed away. She smirked, putting her hands on either side of her Corphish’s head. “S’okay, buddy, clam down.”

“Why must you insist on being so boisterous when I am trying to sleep? Why?”

“Because we love you.”

“Oh ho. Oh. That excuse won’t work! You owe me five dollars.”

“What.”

“Yes! For being so loud. I think all of you should give me five dollars.”

The girl laughed. “What’re you gonna do with five dollars, Fillet?”

“Firstly,” he held up a claw, glaring at her. “Firstly, I’ll…” He paused, mulling his options over. “I’ll buy a new TV. Yours is awful. Look at it.”

They both did. It was a thick, older model; the screen slightly rounded and the picture a little blurry when it was on. But it worked.

“…S’not so bad.”

“I can’t watch my soaps and catch every detail when there’s a screen like that! It’s upsetting.”

“No. The fact that you watch soap operas is upsetting. Love yah, bud, but we’re leaving now. Kay? Don’t panic when you wake up and I’m not here.”

“I don’t panic. I’m like James Bond.”

“I know. I know you are. G’night.” She left a kiss on the red shell of his head before she stood. “See you Blaze. Rocket. We’re off to go be awesome.” And she and Cody were off as he snagged her arm; they were out the door in two seconds.

“Let’s sing!” he suggested.

Oh boy.

Once she caught onto the tune, she followed along with most of the words, making them up along with him as they went. But she laughed as he ‘la la la’ed. Gah, she loved this guy. He was one of the few people she could click so easily with. She was a bit of an oddball; energetic and high strung; bubbly and almost always smiling. It was a little difficult to find someone like that in a world like this. People were so serious sometimes. She could understand that of course…how people would want to be serious about the world. And she herself had been through some of the world’s harshest experiences. She could understand not letting in any room for jokes when things got bad.

But the problem with that is, some people just never stopped being utterly serious. Never stopped…hm. And people like that sometimes couldn’t tolerate a person like her. She liked seeing the bright side of things; liked being optimistic. She liked laughing and smiling whenever she could.

And Cody was like that too. The two of them became great friends, and they became great friends fast, too. It was cool.

There were only a few people in the world who could understand her like he could.

“We’re off to see the elevator!” she added in, “And terrorize the people insiiiide!”

Skie glanced back over her shoulder at Rocket. “Don’t worry! Stairs are healthier anyway!”

She laughed and tugged Cody forward, speeding the pace up a bit. She wanted to get to the damn elevator already! “Heyheyhey, lemme try some of that real quick,” she reached around him, and grabbed up a handful of the popcorn. Sadly, only a few of the kernels that she grabbed had the chocolate sauce on them (as she’d grabbed from the edge), but still.

“Whoa. Hey, that’s actually…really really good.” She licked her fingers clean from the chocolate sauce and raised an eyebrow. “Man. I wish I’d thought of it.”

…Man. Sometimes she forgot how…eh. Twisty and turny the base was. She’d been living in the Ranger HQ for almost a year, however, so getting lost wasn’t really something she was worried about. But it bothered her a bit, in times like this, how stretched apart everything seemed.

Gah.

…

Silver glinted up ahead down the hall, and Skie smirked. “Uh oh. Cody. I’m…I’m going through…withdrawals…” she pressed the back of her hand to her forehead. “Chocolate..addiction…taking over…” And quick as a flash, her arm left his, reached behind him, and – “YOINK.” she laughed as she snatched the popcorn bag from under his arm.

“Race yah!” she called, already running down the hall towards the elevator.

Funny, because several people inside of it were already looking alarmed as the duo sped towards the small enclosed space. In fact, one man (his arms full with a thick stack of manila files and loose-leaf paper) was pressing his thumb into the ‘close doors’ repeatedly. He knew a hazard when he saw one, apparently.

[||Cody R||]

Cody’s jaw dropped at Skie’s suggestion. “No. No. No. NO!” he shouted, his voice only growing louder after each ‘no’ being said. “Skie…Y -- you’re grounded! Or…Or something! First you lie to Rocket and make her feel loved, then you give her ideas as to more ways she can torture me more than she already does! I thought you were my friend, not bozo’s!” Cody complained. He pouted as an added effect and glowered in Rocket’s direction. Rocket, on the other hand, just raised a paw and lowered it to her heart.

“He’s so horrible, Skie…,” Rocket sniffed, closed her eyes, and glanced over to Cody out of the corner of one. Her lip tweaked upwards, telling Cody she was acting. Ho shit! “Telling me that no one is my friend. Just the other day he told me he was going to put chains on my Poke Ball and put me inside and use me as a boomerang! Who does such sick things? Especially his own Pokemon…it’s so horrible.”

“S-she’s lying! S-Skie, you now I’d n-never do that!” Cody argued, even though he had told Rocket he would do those things she had mentioned. It was all a joke though, if even a sick joke; he’d never really bring any harm to his Pokemon. Even Vice who couldn’t utter a word was loved to all extents. Why else would he have become a trainer before even thinking about being a Ranger? “Okay…Well, I-I did threaten her. But it was all a joke! Plus, she was being a nasty b -- Pokemon.”

“Nice save, asshole,” Rocket snapped. She dropped her head onto Skie’s shoulder and sniffled once again. “I wish you were my trainer, not him!”

Cody ground his teeth together and searched for his pillowcase to put back over his head. If he didn’t want the two seeing his blush before, he certainly did not want them to see the red flushing his face as he boiled over with anger. Rocket was always like this, he knew that; however, when around his friends and fellow trainers, Rocket certainly did a great job at ticking him off. Damn him for ever allowing her to become a Flaafy. She wasn’t always as mean as she was now until she evolved into an Ampharos. It was almost as if she had gotten a huge confidence or, in this case, ego boost which in turn changed her into a snide, and crass Pokemon.

“Wait, what?!” Cody asked as Skie skipped over his comment. “I don’t have a girlfriend!”

“Yes. Yes, you do. Her name is Jill!” Rocket confirmed, only to resume watching as Skie tried her hardest to not die of laughter.

Cody blinked. Skie was actually buying this crap? “THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU TWO!?” Cody shouted and slammed his fists against his beanbag. As red as an…oh shit! Cody slapped his hands over his cheeks, trying so hard…so hard to not scream out in frustration, cry or -- or something of that matter. “You. You, you, you!” Cody spluttered, unsure of what to say at the moment. “Just stop with your -- your laughing! I never, ever pleased myself. Well, there might have been that one time a --”

“Crap. I just dug my hole even deeper!” He groaned inwardly and looked over in Rocket’s direction. She was having so much fun, he could see it in the way she presented herself as she hunched over in her own evil laughter. He’d have to go search for a new Pokemon soon, one that wouldn’t talk back and make a fool out of himself.

He nodded at Skie’s next comment. “Yes, Furoi…,” he trailed off again as Skie continued. Slowly but surely his giddy smile that appeared whenever Furoi came up in the conversation faded as Skie commented on his dreams. That was it, he’d lost her -- lost her to his own Pokemon. The deception was unbearable…oh yes. “No! Skieee! Listen to meeee, your best friend. Ignore the yellow intrusion, please. I do not pleasure and or yell in my sleep over Furoi. I haven’t even had dreams like, well, that ever!” he assured her, all seriousness dripping from his tone.

“Oh. And Skie, I hear ya. I hear ya so loud. Like so, so, so loud,” Cody drawled. Rocket licked her lips haughtily. “Fight me, hokay?”

“Do it. I’ll zap you into a coma, then we’ll see who’s badass,” she snapped.

Cody was silent all of a sudden and pulled Skie towards him so she was away from the evil. Evil…psht. It was then that Fillet was awoken from his sleep once again. Irritated would have been an understatement for the Pokemon’s reaction; he was like Rocket when she woke up: angry, enraged and yellow -- well, in this case orange. And when he brought up that he should get five dollars, Cody almost laughed. He didn’t have any money now that he had spent it on his popcorn and candy bar for Skie. If it were any other day, maybe…just not now.

After the two stopped arguing and Cody had climbed to is feet, the two darted down the hallways in which Cody started singing as they made their way down them and towards the elevator. People all around them covered their ears, dropped whatever they were holding, or even threatened to tell the Head Ranger…or something like that, Cody really wasn’t paying attention. He knew he wasn’t when he heard a man yell something along the lines of “I’m going to shove my foot up your ass…” Wait. That was one of the things he’d actually happened to listen to.

“Let’s move a little faster, I don’t like Mr. Fat-and-Enraged,” Cody exclaimed, tugging harder on her arm.

After seeing silver glint in the distance, Cody smirked. “Chocolate addiction…taking over?” Before he could react or even perform some crazy maneuver Skie grabbed the popcorn bag from his hand and raced down the hallway. “HEY! NO FAIR!” After seeing that Skie wasn’t going to slow down Cody darted down the hallway after her, laughing at the expressions on some of the people’s faces inside the elevator. A man was pressing a button repeatedly, and Cody knew exactly what he was doing. So with a swift movement, he shoved his foot in the doorway before it could close all the way, which immediately opened it back up wide again.

“Tsk. Tsk. Tsk.” His hand slapped the top of the man's manilla folder, sending it tumbling towards the ground. Cody then pulled Skie inside and walked over to the buttons of the elevator so he could have complete control. “This is a hold up!”

The pillowcase slipped over the male’s head once more. A few of the people inside raised an eyebrow curiously. Hn…well, this wouldn’t do. No one was screaming out in peril. He’d have to do something about that, and he did. His hand shoved into his pocket and pulled out a Piplup water gun. “Hn…this will have to do…,” he muttered to himself and shot at one of the man’s crotch areas.

“Skie…he peed himself.”

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[I replied to your PM, in case you read this before that. :3 I totally love the idea for the whole angst filled thread. It would get Cody into the other aspects of his personality. Oh...and if you want a taste of dark-ish/attitude filled Cody, lookie here: You Will Know Me.

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He starts out sorta goofy, but the seriousness comes. He'd be like that with Skie -- minus the death and hatred -- and would be all grave and reminiscent. I'm actually going to write a short story about what happened with Cody and his scars. :3]