OOC: Will edit with IC, but in the meantime, so we can do little bits of powerplaying in this RP? (has never been in an RP in which even the slightest bit of powerplaying was allowed) And, I think we should just let the romance figure itself out as we roleplay you know what I'm saying? So like, depending on which way it goes it could be SxJ, or LxJ (too lazy to write out the names)
IC: I didn't give her any recognition that I'd heard her, but I spotted the lone building. It looked more like a farm house then a lab to me, but my opinions were always pessimistic... Hands in my pockets again, I fingered the single pokeball in there. I hadn't exactly stolen the pokemon from my brother, the pokemon came with me willingly anyway. Zane wouldn't notice.
The shiny Zangoose was still extremely weak, having been Zane's most recent pokemon caught- before the accident. It was special, and I took it because it wasn't loyal to Zane yet, and it was shiny. Definetely not a pokemon worth sitting around having a trainer with a brain the equivelant of a pile of cold porridge. Besides, it was tired of having sat in its pokeball for a few years with nothing to do. The girl's dog bounded toward the lab, barking and barking and I found the noise rather annoying, though I kept quiet. I noticed that the only item I really stole from my brother was digging into my stomach, hidden under my shirt and clasped to my belt, the stupid potion was really starting to bug me.
Stupid nozzle. I suppose, had I been one to care, I would've been embarrassed by the silence that seemed to constantly go on, with only the girl breaking it every now and then with a quote. But, since I didn't, I was just amazed that the girl was still trying to talk to me, after at least two or three tries failed. Mostly. The first one was my own mistake, but in a way, that failed as well. Oh well. Lose for her. Win for me. Spinning the minimized pokeball through my fingers in my pocket, I was sure that Zangoose was getting dizzy, and pissed off, but I wanted something to do, and didn't want to take my hands out to trace my tattoo. Oh well. Lose for Zangoose. Win for me.