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Post by archedthunder on Jul 16, 2009 19:07:44 GMT -5
Steven had been given the task to buy some food, but first he had something that seemed slightly more important to him that he knew had to come first, the bathroom. He was running through the city asking random people on the streets where he could find a bathroom, not the greatest thing to be asking random people, be he didn't care if they thought him crazy. He ran with the Trapinch in his arms, a nice change from having it hang off his back pack.
Eventually he found a grocery store, take out two birds with one stone, or stream as it were. He rushed inside the store and shouted at the first employee he saw, "WHERE IS THE BATHROOM!" Only to be answered by, "Sir you have to put your Pokemon in its ball, we don't allow pets." Steven had no Idea what to do, he didn't have a pokeball for his Trapinch, in fact it wasn't even HIS Trapinch.
"Uh, I lost his pokeball, can you please just hold on to him here while I find the bathroom?" Steven questioned.
"Fine, go down isle 7 and take a right."
"THANK YOU!" Steven quickly handed the Trapinch over to the woman and bolted through the store.
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Post by L. Malady on Jul 16, 2009 19:16:50 GMT -5
Her concerned frown remained resilient as they walked. "Two weeks? Wow! I buy a peanut-butter-jelly-sandwich every time I'm in a town, and I eat half of it a day until I reach a city, although I try to space it out more depending on how long I think it will be until I get there, sometimes... Otherwise, I just eat berries that I pick every day along the way."
Although, it lightened when he gave her a smile. If he smiled, then maybe he was feeling a little better. Her thin--her mother told her they'd flesh out a little more when she got older, hopefully--pale pink lips curved a little in reassurance, too. Somehow, some way, maybe she'd helped him.
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Post by Exigent Contact on Jul 21, 2009 16:17:43 GMT -5
Leo woozily continued down the pavement, eying the hospital ahead. Really, it was a simple walk, but it seemed daunting. His mother had told him legends of children getting the same wooziness as they broke into their first adventure with their first Pokemon, but this was blood loss, not excitement. While it wasn't life or death, it was pain and health, which in the exuberant eyes of a child, could seem like death.
That however, did not cross Leon's mind. He was too hardened to really let a little blood stop him from getting treatment. He remembered care was free for children these days-too many broken limbs from adventuring, he postulated, but that concept only vaguely nagged him as he trudged forward. An odd white haze had crept along the perimeter of his vision, dulling his ability to see past his narrow binocular path. Had he been able, he might have seen the trail of scarlet dripping down from him, leaving the old bread crumb trail behind. Instead of forest critters, peaople and Pokemon alike stared at the boy and girl. The witch in the house made of candy was not a witch at all, and the door was most shiny, unlike gingerbread in all regards, even moving of its own accord, its own arcane magic. The witch was obviously obese, or at least decidedly plump and had a pair of dreadlock-like plumes coming down from each side of her head. She looked more like candy than her home too, all covered in pink and dressed in white.
This was no Hansel and Gretel, this was a hospital. And that was a Chansey. The next time he woke woke up, he was in a hospital bed, eating a sandwich.
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Post by L. Malady on Jul 21, 2009 19:09:09 GMT -5
Laura found herself sitting it out this time. The blood was just...too much. She could only tolerate it to the point of making sure he was in good hands; hands that were going to make him better.
She, however, was not a nurse, unlike her mother. How she could stand the blood was beyond her. And since the girl couldn't handle blood nearly as well as her mother could, she sat out. Out in the hallway, she stood and paced around somewhat nervously, trying to get the image of his blood-stained hand out of her head. One of the nurses had already come out to tell her he was going to be fine, but still she had to work up the courage to go inside. What if it was still bleeding, although surely wrapped up in blood-stained bandages? Another woman walked out of the room with a little clip board and pens in her breast pocket. She was recording something, it seemed. Judging by the relatively neutral look on her face, it didn't seem like anything was wrong. But she had to make sure.
"Uh, miss?" she quickly interrupted, lightly grabbing the woman's wrist as though for support and attention. "Is um...is he okay?"
The woman smiled and nodded, "You can go in, he's all clean. He's eating lunch."
"Good!" Laura answered and, after the woman went away, she stood in front of the door hesitantly, until after a few minutes, she worked up the nerve to grab the handle and pull it down. And surely enough, the boy was eating, which, like she said, was a good thing. He really needed to eat. She nodded gently in greeting to him and sheepishly took a seat near the window (one of the few places there was a cushioned chair in the room), and took to looking out of it, somewhat awkwardly.
"Are you alright...?" she asked softly, not quite yet looking at him. Just in case.
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Post by archedthunder on Jul 21, 2009 19:59:19 GMT -5
Steven approached the front desk of the hospital with a plastic bag in one hand and the Trapinch following suit. "Um, what room is Leon Riley in?" The nurse looked up and was shocked to see a young boy covered in dried mud. She happily pointed him in the right direction, but seem a little to concerned about his dirty attire than she was about him coming to see some one in the hospital.
As Steven wondered the hospital ,looking for the room number matching that of the one the nurse at the front desk told him, thoughts bounced about his head. He looked down at his side to see the Trapinch that had no reason to follow him but continued to. Why did it want to follow him of all people? He was just a boy who ran away from home to seperate his image from his father's, he couldn't even show his face around his home of Pastoria without being asked, "How is your dad doing?" or, "Has your dad had any good opponents?" like he was just a medium for people to find out what his father was doing.
His father didn't help it much either, all his father wanted him to do was take up his job after he quit. Always lecturing him about the best water pokemon and wrestling moves, what ever relevance that had he would never know. He never let him do what he wanted, it always had to be something with relevance to his father's job. His father even went so far as to make him dye his hair blue! His father never really did anything to hurt him, but its what he didn't do that hurt him the most. Steven found himself cursing his father's name under his breath, damn you Crasher...
Steven again looked at the Trapinch. It looked like it knew what he was going through, like it felt for him. Steven crouched down and said, "Well I guess we're gonna have to give you a name, not to mention a pokeball." At that moment the Trapinch's eyes seemed to light up. "But first we need to get this food to Leo!"
The Trapinch let out a sound that sounded like "TRAAAAA!" in happiness.
After a couple minutes of searching Steven found the room with Leo in it. He walked in and pronounced "Look what I got!" rasing the bag of food, only to see Leo already eating a sandwich.
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Post by Exigent Contact on Jul 21, 2009 20:20:42 GMT -5
By the time the words had left Steven's lips, Leo had already stuffed the remainder of his peanut-butter-and-fluff sandwich into his mouth. Mother would have chastised him -for sure- eating like a starved Houndour, but this was fine. She would understand his predicament, he hoped. With less than two chews, he forced the food down and drank the juice by his table in a single swig.
"Hey, what's in there? I'm still hungry, man."
Just then, Laura came in, asking how he felt. It was good to hear her voice, for some reason. He replied with a slight smile, one of a few over the past day, but this was more of a happy grin. Leo had a gap in his teeth, but otherwise they were rather immaculate. He made a a wanting motion for the bag of food. Arkham danced and bobbed in the air, letting out his ticklish shocks of electricity and chiming as usual. The silver softball buzzed over to Laura- he had apparently taken quite the liking to her- and frizzed her hair playfully by manipulating the ions in the air. Then in an invisible, yet expert motion, the ions fizzled out, smoothing her hair yet again.
"Arkham!" he cried quietly, and the little ball bobbed over to him whimsically. "I'm sorry. He's just really playful sometimes."
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Post by L. Malady on Jul 21, 2009 21:27:28 GMT -5
Laura looked at the other boy--his name was Steven, right?--as he came in, her brow slightly quirked. Was he that dirty before? She hadn't really noticed, but that might have been because when they encountered one another, she was more concerned about Leo than examining the bull of a boy's appearance. Even if she hadn't been more concerned with Leo's injuries at the time, the way his Trapinch acted would have been enough to distract her from his appearance. What a nutty little thing. How could he have such a disloyal Pokemon? She only had one Pokemon that was a bit...well, rebellious, but he wasn't that bad. But she just caught him a while ago! There was really not much time to get friendly with it, in spite of its apparent disdain for her.
Her wandering mind settled a little as Leo's face lit up as a response, though. She returned a nervous smile--why it was nervous, she wasn't entirely sure, she felt a little funny--which broke into giggle when his Magnemite drew close to her and played with her hair. "Oh, it's okay," she hurriedly replied in defense of it, "I think it's cute." She'd never seen a Magnemite up close before, only in books her parents used to read her to sleep with, and Arkham was even cuter than the ones portrayed on those pages.
"So uh, how's the food?"
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