The Pokemon League of Sinnoh Elite Academy Trainer graduates are the movers and shakers of the Pokemon World. Few gym leaders, Elites, and frontier brains have earned their position without a certification from an Elite Academy. After receiving your acceptance letter to Sinnoh Elite Academy, it’s your turn to be the very best, like no one ever was.
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Post by Desarae Waters on Mar 13, 2019 4:38:06 GMT
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It was the first week of the new school year and she was still getting adjusted to this whole ‘pristine’ environment. The pretty girls, the well dressed guys, the kind of stuck-up atmosphere that she avoided back home. Her idea of a fun weekend was just crashing the beach for an impromptu bonfire, but she wasn’t sure she spotted anyone with that kind of idea of fun around here anywhere. Maybe she was doing that thing…[break][break]
Y’know when you assume shit about people and make an ass out of yourself?[break][break]
She’d been doing that a lot, and now she was kind of lost in terms of how she viewed others, let alone herself.[break][break]
Her mind hardly gave her rest, and as such, her body barely knew rest either. There were whole new waves of anxiety about this place as it was sinking in that she was really all by herself out here, minus Slim Bby. She was restless, needing to do something with her hands, and that’s what brought her out to the gym today.[break][break]
It was about midday on the weekend when people could come across the simple scene of Desarae Waters in the process of doing pull-ups on a bar. Beside her was a Scraggy wearing a cap… And a whistle… With a clipboard and a clicker to track how many pull-ups Desarae was doing. Unfortunately, Slim Bby the Scraggy wasn’t the best at clicking his clicker when he should. Sure he was watching her, but the boy was off in his own thoughts, so only every other pull-up was getting counted. That is until his trainer suddenly dropped down from the bar and turned to look at him expectantly.[break][break]
He stared back, looked at the clicker that gave a clearly wrong number, before shoving it in his pocket. The action gave Dezi pause before she sank down to sit across from him with a small pout. “You weren’t…” she started, a bit breathless from the past hour of effort thus far.[break][break]
Slim didn’t wait for her to finish, though. He pointed to the next thing on the list of workout and exercises ideas Dezi had slapped together before trying to march off to the next thing. He didn’t get far before Dezi had him by his tail. A lizard’s groan came out of his mouth as he was dragged back towards his trainer into a seat on the floor in front of her. The two were blocking the bars, but she imagined they weren’t going to be here for long.[break][break]
Or so she had hoped. Trying to get the clipboard and clicker from Slim Bby was turning into a game of tug-o-war and she wasn’t going to win. That didn’t stop her from trying, though. The unforeseen result of this though was the cheap plastic of the clipboard giving neither of them the grip they needed to hold on. It was a few quick tugs before the clipboard went flying up into the air. [break][break]
“HEADS UP!” was all the warning Dezi could give to any other nearby gym goer about the incoming neon blue clipboard suddenly taking flight.
Post by Frederick Ferdinand on Mar 14, 2019 3:36:36 GMT
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[attr="class","wassup1dangertxt"] Both Frederick and Tiny were working up quite a sweat on the treadmills, the pair both running at full sprint on side by side machines. The two existed in almost total silence, content to exist with only each other and the sounds of their feet against the machine to keep them company. Each one controlled their breathing carefully, their bodies trained and conditioned to handle the stress being put on them. Their bodies were drenched in sweat but neither one seemed willing to slow down, their eyes having a similar look of determination as they stared off into the abyss. Oddly enough this wordless moment served to exercise their bond as well as their hearts and muscles. The two had been through a lot together and had a certain understanding of each other, each one content to simply exist in silence with the other by their side. It was strange considering the human was often rather chatty.[break][break]
Their peaceful run would be disturbed as a sudden shout could be heard from another part of the gymnasium. Frederick ignored it, far too focused on his workout to acknowledge any sort of outside intrusion. Or perhaps he was simply foolish enough to let his guard down, assuming that he and his partner would be safe in this environment. Tiny, however, would never do such a thing. His ears would swivel toward the direction of the shout, the sound of something whizzing through the air catching his attention once his focus had been turned in that direction. Something was heading straight for them. He would turn to look up toward the sound of movement, his eyes narrowing as his large eyes locked on to the clipboard. It's trajectory was clear, and there was nothing he could do to stop it.[break][break]
Frederick would let out a heavy grunt as the corner of the clipboard collided with the back of his head, the sudden blow causing him to stumble forward slightly. Given his momentum he could have easily fallen on his face if it weren't for the two bars that extended from the treadmill for him to grasp on to. Hands immediately reached out to these, his arms straightening to pull himself off his feet before they could tangle. He would take a moment to catch his breath before placing them on the sides of the treadmill, his hands moving to turn the machine off as he looked back over his shoulder with narrowed eyes to see his attacker. Tiny had already abandoned his treadmill, a low growl rumbling from his throat as he moved to position himself between Desare and his trainer.[break][break]
The dark eyed man's gaze would quickly soften as he caught sight of his would be assailant, a soft smile spreading across his lips as his brows rose slightly. He almost looked like he pitied the girl and her pokemon who could do nothing but stand and watch as their clipboard was hurled at the unsuspecting bystander. Fred simply shook his head as he reached down to pick the clipboard up off the ground, taking a moment to go through the papers as he started to slowly make his way over toward the pair. Not only was he curious what they were up to, it would also give him a chance to catch his breath before speaking to them. Though his legs would beg him to hurry up and get this over with he would maintain his slow pace while Tiny moved forward with his fur bristling to maintain a position between the groups.[break][break]
One last deep breath would be taken as he finished closing the gap, his smile brightening slightly as he held the clipboard out to Dezi. "I believe this is yours, ma'am." He was still a touch out of breath from his workout, which judging from the amount of sweat that had been built up on his tank top had been quite intense. "I seriously hope that you weren't using it for target practice. But if you were, your aim is either in need of serious work or has reached a level of deadly precision." His shoulders would shake slightly as he silently laughed to himself and glanced down at the scraggy and his baseball cap. Frederick would watch the pokemon for a moment without shifting his expression before turning his smile back toward the trainer. He was curious what sort of excuse this girl would come up with for this snafu.
Post by Desarae Waters on Mar 14, 2019 6:52:28 GMT
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It was just her luck that the clipboard would smack into the back of the head of Mr. Tall Dark and Handsome on the treadmill. Slim and her visibly flinched and grimaced at the impact of the cheap plastic and the man’s skull. He almost fell, which was enough to have Dezi scrambling to her feet - ready to run over and help - but he caught himself and that was a relief. Her gaze flicked down to Slim, who had turned his cap around to hide his eyes in a moment of ‘If I Can’t See You, You Can’t See Me’. [break][break]
He was such a problematic child, really. [break][break]
Regardless, she could feel the embarrassment grow when she realized the man approaching was also looking at her half haphazardly scribbled notes for work out ideas. Thus far in life, she kept in shape from generally running around the islands all day if her tan skin meant anything. To have to try and find something to keep her in shape on purpose was proving difficult. She was sure he was hardly impressed with her first of all smacking him in the head with the clipboard, and also having a really all over the place list of random exercises she pulled off the internet. [break][break]
This was a nightmare. She could feel her cheeks were red hot without touching them, her heart pounding with this new anxiety peaking left and right. The guy was smiling, but something about it just felt out of place. It was times like this she missed her gang of bros back home. There was something jarring going from being surrounded by people that’d have your back no matter what, to well… This. Her eyes flicked to the clipboard as it was presented to her, and she carefully took it from the man - using it as an excuse to avoid eye contact for the moment. [break][break]
Target practice? Yikes. [break][break]
“No, no” she quickly declined with a nervous laugh. “Nothing like that, I swear. It just… It just flew out of our hands during a small uh… Thing. That’s not important, though. Are you okay?” she promptly asked, swerving the idea of having to explain Tug-O-War with a Scraggy. “I’m really sorry about that, man.” A sigh slipped out as she rubbed the back of her neck, before she looked down at Slim. Using her foot, she gently nudged the Pokemon, and he finally looked up - eyes just visible now from under the cap’s bill. He quickly nodded in agreement with her about… Whatever she said because he was totally listening. [break][break]
Dezi’s worried gaze flicked back up to the taller man in front of her and after a moment’s thought, she tacked on an offer. “I can make it up to you or something, uh… Like… You need a water bottle or like... an ice pack?” An awkward suggestion inspired by the amount of sweat covering his shirt. [break][break]
Post by Frederick Ferdinand on Mar 15, 2019 6:47:07 GMT
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[attr="class","wassup1dangertxt"] It became very clear as he spoke to the girl that she was absolutely humiliated by her and/or her pokemon's little mistake. Smile would remain constant as he took in her initial reaction, a soft yet hum rolling out from his throat and slipping out from his closed lips. He hadn't even done anything to express irritation and already her cheeks were burning red and the scraggy had his head lowered in shame. Or perhaps he was too afraid to make eye contact with the trainer and his bristling purple partner. The nidoran would maintain his low growl and aggressive posture, his focus periodically shifting between the two supposed threats. Frederick would ignore the little guy for the moment, his oddly emotionless eyes remaining locked squarely on Desarae.[break][break]
A soft chuckle would escape his lips as she defended herself, insisting that the throw wasn't intentional. She spoke in an interesting manner, one lacking in refinement or your typical ladylike tone or word choice. A real rough and tumble type, perhaps? He supposed it would have been silly to expect each and every person who made their way here to come from noble beginnings. He was admitted to this place as well, after all. "I was joking, but it's still good to hear. Can't have you two causing a ruckus while the rest of us are hard at work." He maintained a jovial cheer to his words, his eyes brightening up as his hands moved as if they were trying to grasp invisible suspenders. Upon finding nothing but air they would instead move to his hips as if nothing had happened. [break][break]
Smile grew, brows rose and eyelids drooped as the girl continued, a look of teasing amusement overtaking his features as she made her offer. "Make it up to me, you say? What an interesting offer." He would bend at the waist, leaning forward to close the gap between the two just a bit. Dark eyes would lock on to her more colorful gaze, his head shifting to remain in her view should she attempt to look away. "Yes, I think I will allow you to do this. Let's start with an introduction." Without straightening his posture the dark skinned young man would hold a hand out to her with his palm facing upward. Should she place her in it or attempt to give it a shake he would instead bring it up to his lips, giving it a tender kiss. "Frederick Ferdinand and my partner Tiny are at your service." He would continue to hold her hand to his face as he spoke, the gap between the two so close she could feel the vibration and breath of his words in her fingers.[break][break]
Only after he was finished would he release her hand and stand up straight, the slight movement of his head causing the lump that was forming on the back of his head to send out a pang of distress. He could already feel his pulse on the point of impact, yet he would manage to maintain his composure through the discomfort. If anything the pain would serve as a reminder of how silly this whole encounter truly was, as well as the fact that this girl most definitely owed him one. Meanwhile Tiny's growl would fade, as it was becoming clear to him that his trainer wasn't about to start a battle just yet. Yet he would remain bristled and ready, his intense stare moving to focus on the scraggy instead. If one were to look at the two in a void they would think that the nidoran was about to pounce on poor Slim Bby
Post by Desarae Waters on Mar 15, 2019 23:45:26 GMT
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She started to realize what was so off about this person. It wasn't his ongoing smile, but it was his eyes the unsettled her. They lacked the depth his expression should’ve had, putting her a bit on edge. It seemed like he was hiding something; likely the annoyance that his little Nidoran had in leaps and bounds for the situation - if the way his pins stood on end meant anything.[break][break]
Slim Bby was avoiding all eyes though, even with his ducked head jerking back upright now that he was paying attention. Picking up on Desarae's discomfort, it made him puff up a bit, standing up tall at her side and squinting a bit down at the bristled Nidoran. He looked hardly impressed, and just annoyed by these intruders. A soft growl was rumbling in his puffed chest, and he was ready to go at the drop of the hat if this little pip squeak tried anything. Dezi was none the wiser to her Pokemon's antics right now though because Frederick was quickly taking all of her focus.[break][break]
In fact, Frederick’s antics honestly left her unsure of how to respond to much of anything. His eyes didn’t match the tone, so while he said he was joking, it sure didn’t feel like it? Maybe she was reading too much into this. Regardless, he mentioned it was a shame or something if she was just causing a ruckus while others were working hard. She was tempted to reject the idea entirely - it almost made her mad to be nearly accused of just goofing off right now. She wanted to assure him that she was working hard but she held her tongue. First by choice, and then by the simple fact he was suddenly close.[break][break]
And his eyes were like dark chocolate...-- Woah, wait! No, no, her red eyes lit up with confusion and growing curiosity just then.[break][break]
A flick of her gaze to the side and he was there, throwing her off even further. While she had grown used to invading the space of the guys back home, this was significantly different. Her heart skipped a beat, her brows rising slowly in bewilderness at his boldness. Her brain went on autopilot, and out of habit, she took the hand that was offered to her, only to just lose all trains of thought when he pulled some Prince Charming shenanigans out of the left field. Soft lips brushed her fingers and there was no missing the flustering blush spreading to her bare shoulders at this point.[break][break]
His hot breath against her warm fingers made the last tracks for her brain train fail. She was nearing the point that Slim was getting ready to kick her to get her brain train back on their mediocre tracks. Even as Frederick leaned back, with his noble airs, she was at a lost for how to handle this situation. Her brain was not ready for this kind of dumb business when she hardly had her feet on the ground here, y’know? When she offered to do something to make up for nailing him in the head with a clipboard, this was not what she expected. Why couldn’t he just… Whatever, thinking about it was creating an awkward pause.[break][break]
And she just realized that after he let go of her hand, she hadn’t properly retracted it - leaving it hovering in the air between them. When she noticed it, the hand snapped back to the clipboard she held to her chest.[break][break]
Right. Introductions. “Uh… Oh, okay, yeah, sure! I’m Desarae Waters, and this is Slim Bby. You can just call him Slim” she explained, looking down to her companion. He was in the middle of staring down Tiny under the cover of his cap, but she stopped that by turning Slim’s hat suddenly. Putting it in the backwards position on the Scraggy’s head to expose him, Slim made a huff, but eased back on his tail. He was still eyeing Tiny, but less aggressively with Desarae’s interference.[break][break]
With that, her eyes flicked back up to Frederick with a curious and concerned expression. “So, um… So, what can I do for you, Freddy? Ice pack offer's still on the table, ye?" Please just be a request for an ice pack.
Post by Frederick Ferdinand on Mar 16, 2019 5:36:15 GMT
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[attr="class","wassup1dangertxt"] The young lady's reactions were predictable, but still entertaining nonetheless. Her body's response brought life to his eyes, his shoulders shaking once again as he silently chuckled to himself. This was a charmingly cute and inexperienced girl, most certainly someone that Frederick would enjoy spending some time with. How lucky they were that she was clumsy enough to send that clipboard flying in his direction. He may not have made his way over here for anything shy of a direct hit to the cranium. Tiny was less amused by the whole situation, his eyes narrowing into a thin line as he took a step toward the arrogant pokemon as he puffed his chest. It seemed both of them were itching to tear into each other, the nidoran's ears twitching to face Frederick as he eagerly awaited the order to strike. He knew it was likely never to come, but a mon can dream.[break][break]
"It's a pleasure to meet you Desarae, Slim." His smile would turn down toward the loose skinned pokemon, his brows raising ever so slightly as he watched the two pokemon's interactions. Another soft chuckle would echo from his throat as she forced the hat back to it's improper position, preventing it from obscuring the thuggish pokemon's face. Fred would take a moment to examine the pokemon now that he could see it more properly before returning his focus back to Desarae. It was clear that the relationship she had with her partner was far different from the one he had with Tiny. They felt more like a mother and child, or perhaps siblings with the girl having to keep on top of the lizard to keep him in check. It was an interesting relationship regardless, but one he would refrain from commenting on for the moment.[break][break]
There was a split second where all of his movement would come to a halt. His lids would stop mid blink, obscuring his eyes for just a fraction of a second longer than all the ones preceding it. His posture would turn rigid, any sort of relaxation or sway fading for just a fraction of a moment. Freddy. He should have known some people around here would refer to him as Freddy. How. Interesting. The slight stutter in his movements would vanish just as quickly as it appeared, the cogs of his mind turning quickly to overcome the slight snag that name caused in his thought processes. "I appreciate the offer, but I must decline." Despite his hitch he would continue as if nothing happened, his tone retaining it's cheerful calmness as he continued.[break][break]
"You see, I had a much, much better way that you could make this up to me. A fairly simple one at that." A hand moved to take the towel from around his neck and dab at his face, the cool trickles of sweat that remained on his face from the workout starting to become a bit of a bother. "So tell me, Dezi... Ah, that is a fun name to say, isn't it?" His smile faded a bit, the excitement making way for a more serious yet still relaxed calmness take over. Even his voice would soften from it's cheerful tone for the first time in their conversation. "Did you have any plans after this?"
Post by Desarae Waters on Mar 16, 2019 11:59:52 GMT
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She noticed a brief pause seemed to follow her inquisition. It was like seeing a freeze frame - or a stutter in video - in person rather than on a screen. The split second statue Frederick became was nothing extraordinary so it merely earned a quirk of her brow at first. Did he feel like he was about to sneeze? That was her best guess for it. She lacked the awareness to determine what in the world would’ve caused such a minute twitch, but she had other matters to worry about.[break][break]
Like how this was evolving into something more than a request for an ice pack, and she wanted to crawl back to her dorm and die. Couldn’t they just pretend this whole really cringy and embarrassing exchange never happened? She hoped so, but he had other plans.[break][break]
Her eyes followed the towel as it was brought up to pat his cheek, using it as a break from eye contact but keeping her eyes on him. However, that led to her eyes drifting around him ever-so-briefly, taking note of the fact this guy didn’t seem to skip gym day if those guns he called arms meant anything. The skimming ended as soon as he called her by name though, Dezi’s gaze flicking up to meet his properly once more. His compliment earned a tiny smile, and she was ready to give him a solid quip about that nickname he gave her…[break][break]
Only that quip never left her mouth as he asked about her plans. Her expression turned to one of confusion. What kind of favor could he be asking her that needed knowing that? At least he seemed to be calmer, now. The cheerfulness was alarming when it wasn’t what she was expecting from him, so this calmer questioning was a little less discouraging. It still didn’t make her any less nervous though, as she had no idea what he was about to ask of her. She shifted her weight on her feet, the small start to rocking gently on her heels as withheld anxious energy started to manifest.[break][break]
“I don’t think I really had any plans? Aside from like… Washing off and getting a bite to eat? I mean, I got a lot of free time, basically? I take it you needed help with something after this or, um...?” she trailed off, honest as she could be. [break][break]
Slim reached up then to tug the clipboard from her death grip on it, leaving her hands with nothing better to do than to cross right back over her chest. It seemed the Slim had, once again, lost interest in what was going on, taking to doodling something on the paper to pass the time. He was flat out ignoring Tiny by this point, in fact. It was basically the equivalent of saying ‘you’re not worth my time’ to the little Nidoran without uttering a word.
Post by Frederick Ferdinand on Mar 17, 2019 3:33:40 GMT
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[attr="class","wassup1dangertxt"] Frederick's eyes refused to move away from her's, allowing him to silently document each and every one of their movements. Her discomfort remained constant as their conversation went on, as it seemed she was looking just about everywhere but toward his face. The red irises even flicked toward his arms for an instant as he took a moment to tend to himself, though he could only wonder what was going through her head at that moment. It wasn't until she heard her name spoken that eye contact would be regained, his smile turning more pleased as their gazes met. He was sure that it wasn't a sign of ease, the young lady instead turning to look at the man addressing her out of instinct. It was safe to assume she an upbringing that taught her proper respect, such as to always look people in the eyes when they're speaking to you.[break][break]
Lips peeled back to reveal rows of pearly white teeth as she gave her answer, a hand moving from his waist as he snapped his fingers. "Dezi my dear, you have just given me the most wonderful idea!" Upon hearing the snap Tiny's bristles would immediately lay flat against his skin, his posture relaxing as he turned his full attention toward the trainer. The anger and irritation may not have faded, but the snap seemed to at the very least shift him out of his aggressive posture. As disappointing as it was it had become very clear that no fights would be taking place today. The obnoxious lizard would get to live another...wait what was he doing? Slim's movements would catch Tiny's attention from the corner of his view, his eyes narrowing once more as the scraggy started to take interest in the clipboard. Was he being ignored?[break][break]
Clawed feet would click against the hard floor of the gym as he slowly yet confidently made his way over to Slim. He would give the baggy pants pokemon a wide berth, ensuring that the hooligan wouldn't suddenly lash out or think that he was about to be attacked. Though Tiny would have loved to sink his horn into this punk's belly. But instead he watched curiously, moving to position himself beside the orange skinned creature and stand up on his hind legs. His attention would be focused on the clipboard, the small rabbit seeming to take great interest in what was being doodled.[break][break]
While the two little pokemon went about their business Frederick would keep his focus locked onto Desarae, a hint of his previous excitement bubbling to the surface as he proclaimed his idea. "I just so happen to have quite a bit of free time as well, and was just thinking about how hungry I was. Perhaps the four of us should grab a bite to eat together! After all, there is no better way to get to know a new friend than over a meal, wouldn't you agree?" A hand would move to place itself on his belly, giving it a soft pat as he grinned at his new friend and lunchmate. "And since we've both got so much free time perhaps we could even make a date of it. There's no reason to limit things to just food, you know." His grin would turn lopsided as a teasing tone seeped into his jovial words.
Post by Desarae Waters on Mar 17, 2019 16:49:36 GMT
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Oh yay, he had an idea. The excitement he radiated gave her more worry than relief in this situation. On one hand, at least the end of this mess was drawing near, but on the other hand, that initial emotionless gaze still threw her off. However, she was slowly starting to get a better grasp on things around this guy - as it was becoming clear he meant no ill will. She was calming down, but only a small bit.[break][break]
Meanwhile, Slim Bby was in the process of creating Stickman Masterpieces on his clipboard. There was a flustered Dezi just sitting in the corner with a fan and a Fred with sparkles around him but a knife in his hand? Regardless, the image was complete with a stick figure of himself kicking a circle that represented a certain Nidoran towards a soccer goal. The Scraggy snickered to himself and went on to sketch other things as well - ignoring the little purple poison bunny peeking over his shoulder.[break][break]
There was little attention spent towards Slim’s drawings on Desarae’s parts, allowing him to go wild with his doodles. Honestly, she was just relieved he was quietly behaving for once. She had to focus more on bracing herself for what it was she had to do to ‘atone for her sins’, anyways. The price she had to pay was… Well, she probably should’ve seen it coming when she mentioned that she was going to get something to eat after this, admittedly. [break][break]
It could’ve been worst, it could’ve been better, but she wasn’t going to try and push her luck with some guy who clearly came from some noble family. He probably had top of the line lawyers and big money to back up whatever he’d sue her for. She’d have to disappear into the deserts of Orre to avoid the backlash for years and-- Okay, she was being a bit dramatic, but regardless, a lunch was doable.[break][break]
A lunch with a new friend, even! Her expression started to perk up then, genuine surprise in her crimson eyes at the jolly note. Maybe he really wasn’t mad? Maybe the look from earlier was just a result of the pain? She wasn’t sure, but she was finally relaxing and ready to agree to his offer. Who knows, maybe they would get along well after she had a chance to cool down a bi--[break][break]
“... we could even make a date of it…”[break][break]
Wait, what? The soft surprise she had before turned to wide eyed confusion. Friends eating together and people on a date were two very different things! Where did this come from? When did he decided that? Why was he asking her out? Her heart hammered and her hands felt sweaty. She kept them curled up under her arms to avoid him grabbing her hands again.[break][break]
“Uh… Listen, no shade or anything dude, bu--but don't you think a date is a bit of a sudden leap? Like you seem cool, and you’re not bad looking or anything, but we just met. I’d be glad to hang out if lunch goes well, but maybe we should get to know each other before talking about like dating, yeah? Y'know the friend stuff yo--you mentioned!” she scrambled to explain, nervously grinning all the while. “I mean, I haven’t even really been on a date before, so I wouldn’t even know the first thing to do, ha ha!”[break][break]
Oh God, did she really just admit that? She could hear Slim pushing his face to the clipboard to either muffle his laughter or hide his shame for her at that point.
Post by Frederick Ferdinand on Mar 17, 2019 20:17:20 GMT
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[attr="class","wassup1dangertxt"] Initially Tiny seemed somewhat amused by the little drawing Slim had put together. His head tilted slightly to one side, his posture even relaxing slightly as he looked at the childish depictions of the two humans. A sharp breath would be pushed through his nostrils, the closest thing to an expression of joy the rabbit was willing to muster at the moment. Then his eyes fell to the next set of shapes, which showed what looked like a scraggy kicking some kind of ball toward a goal? His eyes would narrow into a squint as he focused his attention on the ball, the blob not looking like any sort of soccer ball he had ever seen. The more detail was added to the picture the more clear it became and the more the nidoran's pins began to bristle. This cocky son of a bitch.[break][break]
The pokemon's stomach would start to churn as his face twisted into a snarl, his low growl from before starting back up again. His mouth opened and his head lurched forward, projecting a glob of deep purple ooze from his mouth and toward the clipboard. If Venom Drench made contact with the pokemon it would be nothing more than be uncomfortably slimey. But if it managed to hit the clipboard it would splatter across the page, soaking into the paper and completely ruining the work of art the scraggy had worked so hard on. With that expression of distaste the anger would fade from the pokemon's features, his head nodding confidently as he watched the clipboard. He didn't even bother looking at Slim, a sure show that he had no fear of whatever repercussions may be tossed his way.[break][break]
It seemed Frederick either didn't care or was simply too involved in his conversation with Desarae to acknowledge the happenings going on down below. Watching her expression shift through the emotional roller coaster she found herself on was so fascinating. Just as she started to relax things would take a sharp left turn, throwing the girl for a loop and keeping her off balance. His expression would remain constant as he noted the change, his head tilting to one side as if he had no idea what could have sparked her reaction. He listened patiently as she went off, desperately scrambling to...let him down easy? Or at least that's what it seemed like she thought she was doing. It was adorable, really.[break][break]
Then there was the big revelation, something that didn't really come as too much of a surprise to him. Yet hearing her say it out loud was unexpected, his brows raising and his smile fading as his lips formed an 'O' shape in mild surprise. So, the girl had never even been on a date. He would stand silently for a moment, allowing the awkward proclomation to hang in the air for a moment. After the pause his smile would suddenly return, his head tilting back slightly as he let out a burst of laughter. "Oh my dearest Dezi! I'm afraid we have a bit of a misunderstanding here." He would speak through the laughter, calming himself down by the end of the sentence to level his gaze with her once more.[break][break]
"As much as I appreciate your praise..." Though he was a tad disappointed to only get a 'not bad looking'. "I wasn't attempting to ask you to go on a date with me. It's a saying, to say we could make plans to do something together even after we've eaten." He shook his head, his shoulders shaking as the last remnants of his laughter silently manifested themselves. "But this information you've volunteered...It has given me an even better idea." Frederick nodded to himself and held up a finger toward the Dezi, his previous excitement returning in full force as this new possibility filled him with a certain giddiness.[break][break]
"If you are going to properly flourish here, you will need to expand yourself socially. As such, I feel it is absolutely necessary that you allow me to accompany you a date. A practice date, of course. No obligation, no romantic relationship. Just two friends spending a lovely afternoon together to help break the ice. What do you say?" He would bend at the waist once again, his hand reaching forward with his palm facing upward while his other hand would be placed behind his back to form a proper formal bow. The energy would be forced back down, allowing a soft tender smile to show through as a playful sparkle entered the man's dark eyes. "Desarae Waters, may I have the pleasure of being your escort for the afternoon?"
Post by Desarae Waters on Mar 18, 2019 2:06:40 GMT
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Slim Bby was well aware of what he was doing, and a smug grin was proudly spread on his face as he finished his doodle. So proud and focused on his work, he didn’t notice until he heard the snarl from behind himself that the Nidoran was less than pleased by the direction his art had gone. He glanced back, just in time for the poisonous loogie to splatter all over his trainer’s shitty clipboard. Dropping it with a small clatter on the soft mat, at first all he could do was look confused, and then angry. Huffing up, he was about to start a fight, but a swift step on his tail kept him from launching himself at Tiny. [break][break]
While Desarae was not necessarily watching the two, she knew enough about Slim’s stance to know he was about to start something. A step on the tail was all he needed to know that now wasn’t the time. That didn’t stop his eyes from narrowing though, and his fingers to point at his own eyes, and then at Tiny’s in a very blatant I’m Watching You motion. [break][break]
In other news, Desarae was losing her mind! [break][break]
He was quiet after her slip and the urge to crawl back to her dorm and hide zipped right back into her chest. Her head ducked down once more to try and hide her shame, especially as he cracked up laughing. At least it was just laughter and not mockery, but that didn’t make her feel any better as he revealed she had horribly misunderstood his words. If anyone wanted to figure out if it was possible to die from embarrassment, now was the time to tune in. [break][break]
Her efforts to hide her shame went to waste the moment he mentioned all of this just gave him a better idea, though. Her head perked right back up, her eyes looking to him with legitimate worry. If the running of her mouth earlier had given him ideas, she could almost tell where this idea was going. Her guess was coming to life in front of her with the point of a finger and a giddy vibe from the handsome man in front of her. [break][break]
Defeat… She was just defeated at this point. Heart pounding and overwhelmed, she could only stare at him as his grand scheme for the two was crafted and laid out for her. A practice date? On one hand, that would be super great for the kinds of things she wanted to do here, but on the other hand, this was the saddest thing she had ever experienced. He was laughing at her the whole time, this was so stupid. He clearly was just looking at her for a source of entertainment, wasn’t he? She felt uncomfortable, but there he went again with the hand offering and formal bow. [break][break]
Even in workout clothes, this guy just seemed like some kind of prince, and that soft smile was too genuine and tender to shootdown in her spiral. She shot him down moments before because of a lacking of knowing each other, but this was just… practice? She owed him for clocking him in the head, too, but there was a clear wall between her and him. He was left in his bow for a long moment, before finally Desarae relented and lightly set the tips of her fingers against his hand - a position ready to evacuate if he tried that hand kissing mess all over again. [break][break]
“If you just . . ." a sigh "Only if you promise to cut out the hand kissing and stuff like that, unless you’re suddenly taking the whole date thing seriously. I--I’m not really good with touching and… Shi-- Stuff like that” she said, quickly trying to avoid cursing if she could. Cursing didn’t seem to be the kind of thing this person in front of her would appreciate? “I can pay for lunch at the least… For hitting you and everything, but I still uh… I need to clean off still, so if you’re okay with waiting that out?” [break][break]
Maybe he’d just get bored and leave without her and this whole thing would disappear, anyways.
Post by Frederick Ferdinand on Mar 19, 2019 3:37:19 GMT
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[attr="class","wassup1dangertxt"] Tiny couldn't keep the satisfied smirk from his face as he glanced toward the Scraggy, his desire to fight back brought to an early end by his trainer. He tilted his nose up at the lizard, eyes narrowing in a superior fashion as the gesture was made in his direction. There was no response at first, just a knowing stare from a pokemon who knew that in that moment he couldn't be touched. He stood completely still like a cat after measuring out the length of the dog's chain. After a moment of basking in his victory he would turn away from Slim, his tiny tail wiggling at the thuggish pokemon as he slowly made his way back to his trainer's side. There he would sit at attention with a great sense of pride and accomplishment as if he had proven himself to be the superior pokemon.[break][break]
Frederick really didn't care what Tiny was getting up to at the moment. So long as he didn't hear any yelps or snarls he knew that his little partner wasn't getting into too much trouble. As smart as he was he never was good at being sneaky about such things. Or perhaps he simply wanted to make a show of it. It was anyone's guess, really. But Deserae's performance today completely out shined anything the little purple monster had ever put on. The roller coaster showed no signs of slowing down, and this poor girl was just along for the ride. One had to wonder...Was she simply unable to pull the breaks or was she truly enjoying herself underneath that flustered expression of hers? It was clear she wasn't used to the rush of a boy taking an interest in her, so perhaps this was her discovering a new joy in life.[break][break]
For the first time in their interaction Frederick's heart would have a reaction, his chest pounding for a split second as he felt her delicate fingers graze his outstretched hand. Perhaps it was the build up, the anticipation that swelled as she took her sweet time coming to a conclusion. The moment she reached out he wanted to grab her by the wrist and pull her in close so that they may embrace and enjoy the primal scent of each other's well worn forms. Alas, he would show a bit of restraint in the moment, instead simply curling his fingers so that they may gently stroke hers as he pulled away and corrected his posture. He had earned a measure of trust from his new friend, something he couldn't risk damaging so soon.[break][break]
"Don't you worry, love. These lips will be sure to keep a safe distance from your hands." Said lips would curl into a teasing smile as his hands returned to rest on his hips. "That being said I personally am quite fond of human contact. So should you feel any impulse or desire to reach out, please don't hesitate to do so." A playful wink would be given to drive the point home, his shoulders shaking as he silently laughed to himself. He wouldn't comment on her poor attempt at avoiding a curse word. She was already way out of her element, so it would be rude to point out her attempts at fitting in. Chest would expand before letting out a sigh of disappointment, his head shaking as he spoke once more. "I'm afraid that will not do. For this to be a proper exercise it must be as realistic as possible, and I simply cannot allow my lady to cover the bill. I insist."[break][break]
He wouldn't allow much room for debate on the topic, as he would take his first step forward the moment he finished speaking. "Now, let's get washed up, shall we?" Frederick would continue to walk forward, his angle shifting to carry him past Dezi as he made his way to the locker room. As he passed he would take a soft but deep breath through his nose, his amused smile returning as he turned to speak in a gentle tone. "Don't feel the need to be too thorough. You smell wonderful already." He didn't stop as he spoke, giving very little window for a response as continued toward his destination with Tiny in tow.
Post by Desarae Waters on Mar 25, 2019 0:38:17 GMT
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She should’ve said no was her first thought when he referred to her as love of all things. What kind of romance novel did she just fall into? That was some sort of romantic cliche, wasn’t it?[break][break]
What did she get herself into? Why did she get herself into this? Alarm bells went off in her head as he encouraged her to touch him if she so pleased, and her heart raced at the thought. How experienced was this prince? Practice dates and whatever, he must have been some popular playboy or something back where he was from.[break][break]
His words were enough to make her forget for a moment about what she was thinking and focus more on what was he thinking? Were guys really this blunt about things? He had to just be doing this to mess with her, he had to. She knew that sometimes her friends got pretty crude when talking about their girlfriends, before getting all mushy, but still…[break][break]
Her eyes focused properly on him again as he then insisted on paying for lunch - which is what she had been planning to do to at least get her debt to him out of the way. It was one of the things she considered before agreeing, but he wasn’t going to let that happen, was he? Her brows shot up once more, but she wasn’t able to get a word before he started to walk off.[break][break]
All she could squeeze in was a deep calming breath before his final lines created a whole new frazzled mess in her head. Her heart skipped a beat, her brain flat lined, and she pressed a hand to her face to hide herself. What was attractive about the smell of being sweaty and-- Wait. She whipped around then, opening her mouth to ask what the hell that was supposed to mean, but the words never came out out. Too many heads would turn if she called him out, and she’d lose what little was left of her composure in the eyes of a crowd. The only thing she could do was watch him walk away…[break][break]
Before she realized how creepy that was and back around she turned. She swept up her bag, paying no mind to Slim Bby shooting the Nidoran a ‘I’m Watching You’ signal with his few fingers. He waddled backwards behind her as she took the longer route to the other set of lockers in the gym. She wasn’t about to change anywhere near someone like that.[break][break]
Nor was she going to rush this shower, or avoid being ‘thorough’ just because of his bizarre comment. She was going to drown in her new found love of strawberry scented body wash because if there was one girlish thing she managed to indulge over the years, it was really gosh darn nice soaps and shampoos. She’d emerge from the locker room with dry hair pulled right back into the same ponytail as before and it seemed like she just swapped out one workout outfit for another. It wasn’t her fault that sweatpants were incredibly comfortable, but for the first time in a while, she felt weird in her usual clothes.[break][break]
This wasn’t exactly date attire was it? Sweats, a crop top with graffiti-esque graphics on it, and a black zip up hoodie vest? Her old worn and torn sneakers she’d been working out in were the only shoes she bothered to wear these days. She really needed to expand her wardrobe, and Slim Bby’s because he was still sporting the light blue cap and whistle as he marched towards the front of the gym with her. He seemed determined to just head out the door, but a grab of his head stopped him to give Desarae a chance to try and spot Frederick.[break][break]
Hopefully he just… Left. Or was’t here so she could just leave and they never run into each other ever again! Yeah, good. It’s not like the college was incredibly small, Desi.
Post by Frederick Ferdinand on Mar 25, 2019 1:49:53 GMT
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[attr="class","wassup1dangertxt"] There was a certain special feeling to leaving someone completely speechless. It was a delicate balance between keeping the other party off balance and not saying anything that would cause them to blurt something out without thinking. Complimenting her intoxicating post workout aroma risked tipping that balance, but that just made it all the more satisfying to continue toward the lockers without protest. He was sure that there was more to the girl than the uncomfortable mess he had witness today, but at the moment he doubted she had the strength to muster the courage to speak up as he put distance between them. Not only would that require her to try and assert some measure of authority in their relationship, it would've drawn even more attention to their embarrassing little scene.[break][break]
Frederick's joyful grin would be hidden from Desarae's view as he and Tiny entered into the men's locker room, a hint of pride on his face as he looked down at his poisonous partner. "I would say that went just about perfectly. I'm curious to see what we learn about those two going forward. What do you think of that partner of hers?" The nidoran let out an agitated growl, his needles starting to bristle as his ears flattened against his head. The trainer would only laugh at this display as he started to remove his clothing and start toward the showers. "Don't worry, dear friend. You'll have your chance, I'm sure."[break][break]
As always Frederick would take his time in getting himself ready to go. Despite his advice to his 'date' he would be thorough in his own showering, replacing the musky smell of his sweat with a fresh minty aroma while his hair smelled of...chocolate? Even with Desarae taking her roundabout way to the lockers she would still make it out before him, though not quickly enough that she would be able to escape him. The dark skinned man would step out in a finely pressed black suit, the unbuttoned jacket revealing a slightly unbuttoned plain white shirtless and pair of leather suspenders. Polished loafers would click against the floor as he walked across the gym, moving carefully past the other students so as not to interrupt their routines.[break][break]
It didn't take long for him to spot Desarae, his calm expression suddenly brightening up as he met her gaze. He wasted no time in making his way over to her, the small nidoran coming into view as the gap between them closed and there were fewer obstacles between them. "I'm sure that you aren't going to believe me when I say this, but I think you look very nice. I can appreciate a woman who doesn't feel the need to accentuate herself to draw attention." Dark eyes would look the woman over as he spoke, a faint look of admiration on his face as he did. Her clothing was simple and practical, something that he could appreciate. Even if he chose to dress up, it was good to see that that there were students who were comfortable enough in their own skins to simply wear what they liked without trying to fit in with the high class atmosphere of the school.[break][break]
His hands would clap together as he moved to regain eye contact, his thumbs moving to slide behind his suspenders. "To be perfectly honest I have absolutely no idea where we're going. But I'm sure that a group like ours will have no trouble at all finding something suitable to occupy ourselves with!" Without hesitation Frederick would turn his body toward the door, his arm bending inward as he it out to provide a loop for Desarae to hold on to. " Shall we?" Tiny would abandon the group, already moving to make his way out of the gym without a warning. All he wanted was to get a bit of a workout in before he had to start butting heads with the other pokemon and now he was stuck accompanying Frederick on one of his bizarre outings. Even after all their time together this was one thing the rodent would never get used to.
Post by Desarae Waters on Mar 25, 2019 3:09:54 GMT
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She was a bit more prepared for him this time. Even when he suddenly appeared with his bright expression and… a suit? Who wore a suit to the gym? Was that a rich person thing to do? She wasn’t sure, it certainly made her head quirk to the side in confusion at first. The overall fashionable look he had didn’t even click as her brain just tried to wrap around the weirdness of such a thought. Was he going somewhere fancy after this? Did they have to wear some kind of uniform even to the gym on campus?[break][break]
Was Frederick a real person? Or did she hit herself in the head with the clipboard earlier and cause this long hallucination?[break][break]
These questions would probably never be answered, because Prince Charming opened his mouth and her suffering continued. He was right, though. She had a hard time believing him at all, even if the way his eyes trailed over her had her red in the cheeks. She was starting to hate how easily she flustered, and the kind of effect he had on her, but still she stood there. Her smell, her looks, her whatever, it was just strange to go from being unnoticed straight to something like this so suddenly.[break][break]
She had expected to at least know how mascara worked before things got to this kind of point.[break][break]
Regardless, he was ready to go full steam ahead without a plan, and Desarae had to resist the urge to bury her face in her hands, again. Her eyes flicked to his arm, confusion coming from the sight. Were they gonna like… Wizard of Oz this? She certainly felt like she wasn’t in Sinnoh, let alone Kanto, anymore with how baffled this guy left her. So, skip around campus with their arms locked together in search of the yellow brick road or something? Whatever he wanted, he’d certainly get a strong woman’s arm suddenly wrapped around his own rather firmly. It was certainly not the dainty touch from before.[break][break]
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“You really don’t have to do all the flattery and bells and whistles for this, y’know?” she quietly started as they stepped out of the gym. Her eyes weren’t on him, but rather watching where they were going, glancing down at their feet so not to step on his. A cautious step of someone who was trying to not impose on his space despite their new proximity to each other, Desarae was gentle minus her firm grip. Her eyes being able to wander helped also let her get the nerve up to finally ask something. “I’m not really sure what you’re getting out of this, y’know. Like… A good laugh or great story to tell your friends later or what? Can I just buy you lunch and we not… Do this?”