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The human was gone. He had watched him leave from his cover - the blonde dipped cone of a person pulled in the car and parked it on the street corner, got out after a moment, and then left to go inside a place that smelled of bread and cheese. He knew this place well; it was where he had seen this human a few times before, and where he himself acquired sustenance from kindly human owners. With a light sniff at the air, he leaned out, looking to see for other humans that might give him away. People were out and about, but attention was a scarce thing around here and he knew how to be careful.
He took a step out, a black foot in the light. The rest of the purple-blue body revealed itself from the cardboard boxes he was using as cover, and suddenly the Croagunk was fully visible if you were looking down the trash alley of the sandwich shop. There was just a second pause before he took a few casual steps out. So far, so good - no person or Pokemon noted him as existing. Good. He needed to get this done. He knew what was in here - that blonde kept food within, all the time. He had given the Croagunk food before, twice, and he knew it existed here, in this seat - passenger side, as a person might say. Took him just a moment to look it over before he pulled his right hook back and tapped the door's lock with enough force to cause a popping sound.
Success. The door, albeit lightly damaged now - it wouldn't lock again on that side, that was for sure - popped open. Now it was just up to getting in and getting the food... he could smell it already as he slipped into the car.
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The car's unfortunate owner was considering himself quite lucky, despite fate's trick on him just mere steps away. The chuckling blonde was currently counting out the right amount of dots for that day's lunch - a sub, some chips, a juice. Nothing major, but the business days between Christmas and New Year's were always slow so he had to make his money count. He finally got out the correct amount and paid in full, nodding and giving a polite smile. Yep, Felix felt pretty great, all things considered. He paid the rent for the month and January always made up for the shortages in cash. Plus, he actually had enough to buy himself a little bit of drink for the New Year's!
That should liven things up, at any rate. He juggled his wallet and cash for a bit before putting everything where it went, grabbed his food, and made his way for the door. Little did Felix know, he was about to enter a very odd scene. A lucky coincidence, but an odd one.
The final whimper of the panicked Whismur went unacknowledged by his current company. Honestly, his worries were justifiable when one took into account the temper of the infamous Richelle Jace. He had been with her the longest and he knew that their current antics would do nothing more than piss her off in no time flat. Still, that never stopped his shuffle to keep up with the Totodile and Zigzagoon. He had originally come along to try and convince the group to go back to Ricki and avoid causing trouble, but now he was stuck with them for the sake of not getting lost in the city.
Nibbler the Totodile was leading their crew for the most part, and dismissing all worries about their trainer’s wrath with absolute confidence. He appeared to have complete faith in their ability to make it back to the park before their trainer would notice two-thirds of her team had vanished. Although, Nibbler did tend to be a bit of an overconfident idiot, so his determination to continue wandering further and further away from the park they were supposed to be waiting at was most likely a bad idea. If it came to it, he most likely would try to shift the blame onto the Pokémon at the very front of the group acting as their GPS.
Unlike his companions, the group’s GPS didn’t even acknowledge the fact this would anger their trainer. Pester the Zigzagoon did not have time to waste on being concerned with upsetting Ricki, he did it on a regular basis. His focus was on one thing, and one thing only. Food. Even though the reason the Pokémon had been instructed to wait in the park was because of the fact Ricki was planning to bring them exactly that. She was far too slow to him though. This would surely be faster and man oh man could he smell a tasty treat! Wait, was that a ball? No, food! Food, go!
To wrap up this rag-tag group, the final slot of the four Pokémon was filled with Ricki’s probably most apathetic teammate. Potentially the one to stick out amongst the most was the ever silent Spooker the Duskull. He didn’t say a word to the other Pokémon he followed, and simply observed them with an unnerving quiet. Hint the Whismur seemed to be unable to resist the urge to glance back over his shoulder at their floating companion, entirely unnerved by the Pokémon’s calm nature. Spooker didn’t respond to any glances his direction, though, his single red glowing eye just forever focused on the path ahead of them.
The brigade of base staged Pokémon had recently taken off from the city’s local park to go out on a quest for food on their own. It wasn’t surprising that a few people would turn their heads in confusion to watch the odd collection of Pokémon wandering by, but no one bothered to intervene or ask questions. The matter of the quirky four was ignored for the most part, much to Hint’s relief. He was not prepared to deal with trying to fight off any trainers that may try to catch them, especially with Nibbler’s species’ rarity.
Pester’s nose lead them along, weaving through allies and across streets, often needing Nibbler to pull back on Pester to keep him from running out in traffic. Their adventure was nothing too exciting as of yet, and after several long minutes of wandering, it became apparent that their goal was to raid the café on the corner… Or so it would seem, as Pester ran right on past the restaurant towards something very different. A parked vandalized taxi car. The fast paced little Zigzagoon rushed forward even as his companions all came to a stop to briefly glance at the restaurant they were passing. Above them, Spooker didn’t stare for long before he just went on to pursue the hyper Zigzagoon to the car. Hint pointed up at the restaurant, before looking over at Nibbler, obviously confused by their hyperactive guide’s direction. Nibbler merely shrugged, though, commenting “Maybe the food in there sucks?”
“… You… You think food from a ra-random car is better?”
“Maybe it’s homemade?”
Without waiting for Hint’s reaction, Nibbler turned on his heel to head after Pester and towards the car in question. Hint’s paws swung down, shoulders slumped, and he looked up, before looking back after his friends. With a sigh and shake of his head, he shuffled after his friends to the black Lincoln. They all would come to a stop outside of it ( well except Pester who was constantly scurrying between two of the doors, pawing at it in confusion ).
“Getin,gottagetin. Food in there. How we gonna get in? Weshouldgetin,c’monguys,getin.”
“I could break the windo—?”
“No!”
The totodile and whismur began their usual bickering, no one seeming to notice Spooker sinking down into the shadows beneath the car. He slowly rose out of the shadows in the back seat of the car, not seeming to notice (and if he did, he wasn’t paying the Pokémon any attention) the Croagunk in the front seat. He slowly slid over to the door and with a move of his ghostly hands, there was a loud click that immediately made the bickering outside stop. He hovered in the window, staring at his friends that slowly turned to look up at him. Hint and Nibbler glanced at each other, before the totodile shuffled forward to grab the door handle. With a tug, the door immediately popped open and Pester was the first to zoom inside of it.
Nibbler and Hint climbed in shortly after, but merely took to sitting in the back seat as Pester zoomed around the car. The little blur of brown and tan was practically impossible to keep up with and all of Ricki’s present Pokémon was pretty sure he wasn’t even paying attention to where he was going, thus being the reason it was taking so long for him to figure out where the food was being stored. As the minutes ticked by, Nibbler had gradually just pulled the seat belt over and began to idly chew on it, which immediately got Whismur riled up when he noticed. Hint whacked his head and warned him that he was going to tear the material, which resulted in the two once more bickering like a couple of siblings.
Spooker just quietly closed the door and sank down into the shadows, out of sight and out of mind. He would come back several moments later in the shadow of a predictably pissed green haired trainer marching down the street with a bag of groceries in hand. Oh she was gonna rip these guys a new one! When Spooker came back, both her and Rep whipped around to look at him, Ricki ready to snap at him when she saw the ghost type just silently grab her sleeve and begin to redirect her search to the correct street. She stared at him for a long moment, before it clicked what he was doing. With a curt nod, Rep was returned to his pokeball and Ricki moved quickly to follow Spooker’s lead. The ghost lead his trainer right to the sight of the car currently being rocked around by the quarrel of Pokémon inside of it.
The sight frankly made Ricki drop her bags in shock. Did they really break into a car? … Did they really break into a car?!
“Damn it!” she shouted, abandoning her stuff on the side walk to rush over to the car and tug on one of the handles. Whoever owned this car needed to invest in a car alarm or something! Upon her tug, it became apparent that the doors had once more been locked, most likely by fault of Pester scrambling everywhere and hitting the locking mechanism again. Her tugging on the handle had certainly gotten the attention of the two bitching Pokémon in the back seat, rolling around in a more so tame fight with each other. They both stopped their quarrel to look up and met the angry glare of their trainer with looks of dread. Oh boy, they were so gonna get it the moment she could figure out how to get in the car.
“Open this fucking door right now before I have to force it open!” she demanded of the Pokémon inside, all who came to a silent agreement that that may have been a bad idea. Spooker would’ve popped the locks for her, but he was too busy hovering around her stuff to make sure no one tried to steal it while she tended to her troublemaking trio. She was quickly gathering some attention from passerbys on the street, but so focused on trying to pull open the door to the car, even jabbing her nail in the manual lock as if she could use it to pick the lock, she never noticed her small audience. Especially the owner of said car who was bound to have a front row seat to the madness.
By The Way; Long post is long, Ricki's Pokemon have successfully broken into the car courtesy of Spooker who used the car as a make-shift cage to hold them until Ricki arrived. I can cut this a bit shorter if you wanted more lulzy interactions between Croagunk and Ricki's Pokemons. Besides that... Say hi to your sister, Felix!
Croagunk was the picture of efficiency. He popped the door, got it open enough to work his way up and in, and closed it with natural inertia - the door's own weight closed itself, allowing him to stay hunched down in the seat and keep a low profile. Not a soul noticed or acted upon it, either. Heh heh. He hunched over for a moment under the glove box, staring at the box of goodness that was casually seated in the passenger seat. The golden goodie he wanted all along.
The square prize of a pizza box.
Croagunk lifted up the cheesy goodness for a moment to situate himself in the seat, sitting much like a small child would as he plopped the cardboard onto his lap. One lid flip later and he had half of an old pizza all to himself, digging into a cold slice - not like it mattered to him, food was food and he was all for eating it. He briefly recalled how the humans ate it and grabbed it at the crusted end, lifting out the precut slice and popping it into his mouth. Totally worth the breaking and entering. Croagunk was content to leave then and there, taking his box with him - not like the human would come get him over old pizza - and was going to reach over to pop the door again when..
... that sounded like something clawing at the door. Hell no, he wasn't sharing this find - this pizza was his. He earned it through hard work and camping out a spot just to wait for the idiot blonde to drop everything into place for the plan; he wasn't going to give away his treasured spoils to some vagabonds. That would be so base and minimal, urgh. He could just slip out of the other side...
...only to turn and find himself hearing a click. Was that the back door's lock? Croagunk raised a brow and turned to the back seat to see the door open, letting in the horde. Holy shit, he could barely get the pizza box down a bit before his free hand was held hostage by some thing, moving in like a brown blur, swiping the half piece of pizza he had, and absconding in the driver's seat with it. What the actual fuck was it that said hi to him?
The backseat was faring no better, and Croagunk sorely wished to escape this situation, but - shit, people outside were watching, he discovered, peeking ever so slightly over the window. No one actually came near the car, but it had drawn a small crowd as the Lincoln moved ever so slightly from the movement of all the Pokemon. This was just a bad situation to be in.
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Felix didn't get a chance to grab his lunch and go; good guy syndrome got the best of him. He had been trying to multitask and do a juggle to put up his money and such and bumped into a gentleman entering the food vendor, getting some of the sauce from his food on the guy's clothes. Shit. Felix was instantly in customer appreciation mode, putting his own stuff down on a table in favor of helping the guy clean up. Nothing major, and he reacted nice enough, but it was a fatal amount of lost time - the base Pokemon parade had entered his car, unknown to him. Felix was tossing away the napkins, glad the guy didn't demand his nonexistent money when a couple sitting by the window made some rather noisy comments.
"Jake, I believe that woman is trying to break into that car - is she?
What? What car? He had to see this. Felix popped outside, sandwich in hand, moving past the two people standing right outside the door to see which dweeb's car was getting jacked.
Oh. His.
"Hey! That's my car!" Genius line right there was he tossed down his food, rushing over to the girl and towards the passenger seat door. "What the hell, lady?" He questioned at her, a brief glance at the side showing scratch and scuff marks all along the door, and the passenger handle looked fucked up. What the hell happened here?
A brief look inside showed him that his car was full of critters, which prompted him to swiftly knock his keys out of his pocket and pop the passenger door open, for better or for worse.
Post by Ricki Jace on Feb 26, 2014 17:16:41 GMT -5
I have 758 words for FELIX UGUMI
By The Way; She's so sorry
“Hey! That’s my car!”
Ricki froze for a moment at the shout, before her glare at the Pokémon in the car only seemed to grow in fury. Hint had taken cover behind the Totodile that had shuffled as far back from Ricki as he could manage. Pester seemed blissfully ignorant of the chaos he’d caused by resuming his eating of a stolen pizza slice in the driver’s seat. If there was a race to finish off the slice, he may win as he sped through it like a caterpillar nibbling a leaf on fast forward. Ricki looked back to watch the owner descend upon the scene with an inner dread behind her glare before she heard the clinging of keys. Her eyes shot down to the Zigzagoon in the driver’s seat whose ears perked slightly, turning towards the noise with the pizza’s crust hanging from his tiny mouth.
Oh fuck no. Ricki quickly zipped around the car, briefly pulling a stereotypical slide across the hood to get to the other side just in time for the door to pop open. It was Pester’s cue and the Zigzagoon attempted to dart out the door with the remains of his snack. He didn’t get far though as Ricki dove to tackle the pest. There was a small scramble, before finally she sat up, holding Pester by his tail. The Zigzagoon aired no complaint, merely looking at Ricki with surprise, the pizza crust still somehow in his mouth. Ricki’s antics had earned her a bruise or two with a few scrapes, but she didn’t even seem to acknowledge them as she just took this moment to return the spazzy Pokémon to his pokéball.
After that, her eyes trailed to the side of the car, pausing at the sight of scratches and scuff marks, before she looked back over her shoulder at the owner of the vehicle. She briefly attempted to withhold her own rage at this situation to try and remain civil, but it was clearly difficult to do so. Pushing up from the ground, Ricki stood up right and commented “Before we jump the ‘thief’ gun, my Pokemon somehow—” she paused to shoot a look at Nibbler who held up his paws in a plea of innocence “—broke into it and I was trying to get them out.”
Ricki turned her gaze back to Felix, pausing briefly at the sight of the unfamiliar Croagunk before dismissing it as probably belonging to the man she was speaking to. Her golden eyes finally came back to him and her anger seemed to shrink a bit as it dawned on her that she was going to have to probably pay for the damages and to replace that stolen pieces of pizza. She almost seem to shrink in stance at the realization and she inwardly cringed as she considered how much this would cost. She hadn’t had work in weeks, there was barely a dime left in her personal savings. “As a uh… apology, I can try to pay for the damages and um… Missing pizza” she informed, reaching up to scratch at her neck before once more shooting a stern look in the car. “Nibbler, Hint” she snarled softly.
The tone was a cue to stop playing coward and both Pokemon glanced at each other before they made their way over to the door beside Ricki. Nibbler unlocked it after a bit of patting around and the duo hopped out. Ricki reached around the door to hit the lock before shutting it and got to returning Hint and Nibbler. The two the looked like a couple of kids who knew they had done something bad and were dreading the lecture. That would have to be saved for later, though.
Ricki turned back to Felix, partially anticipating the young man to go ballistic, so she quickly piped up now with her Pokemon cleared from the scene. “I’m a bit tight on money right now, but uh…” she trailed off, before looking up as a shadow fell over her head. Spooker had picked up her bags and brought them over. He lowered her duffel bag into her open arms, before settled for floating behind her with the bags of groceries. Ricki pulled out her wallet and flicked through it, eye slightly twitching at the sight of the amount she had left. “… How much does a car paint job typically cost?” she mumbled hesitantly, glancing up at Felix, before her eyes flicked back down to the small bills left in her wallet.
Okay, so not only did she want to vandalize his car, she also wanted to Dukes of Hazard it and wipe her body all over his car. He was too busy to move over to her side anyways - just look at those scratches. Not only that but the damn door handle looked damaged too, and someone actually let Pokemon out in his Lincoln... ugh. He wasn't willing to even look at the interior right now, he was going to have an aneurysm if he did.
He could feel his fingernails dig into his scalp as they worked their way into his hood, throwing it back to pull at his mess of golden straw hair. He might go bald early. He was going to go bald early. There was no doubt in his mind that he was going to die young from a heart attack if this woman kept fucking around with his vehicle, and he hadn't even gotten a good look at her - it wasn't even some chick he knew!
Felix wasn't even angry. I mean, how could he be? This was all some mad dream come to bite him in the ass, after all. It was karma from the guy he bumped into, that was it. Or the fact that he just recently went 80mph in a 40 zone? That might have something to do with it, perhaps. Or the fact that his luck just liked to be shit since he was a son of the false prophet Ugumi, even though he only knew bits and pieces of that sordid tale.
No, it was still time to figure out what the hell this she-demon was going to say to him now that she had popped back into view, Zigzagoon in ha- well, it was in hand, now it was in ball.
He could only stare at her as she spoke, partly because of the fact that it didn't matter whether he believed her or not, partly because of a nagging sensation in the back of his skull. He threw her hands down to his sides in a defeated style, leaning in to the passenger side of his car, head down, practically grunting what he had to say. "Just... get them out."
He let out a migraine-hinting sigh, looking up to see the firecracker of a girl become a wilting flower. Well, at least she looked genuinely sorry for what happened. Probably meant she was a good liar or innocent. Both led to the same answer of him not getting his car repaired because Pokemon trainers were all broke and never payed him a fair share of money in his cab, when they even rode - a lot of them tended to have riding Pokemon that just cut into his business.
Felix watched as the girl got out all of her Pokemon, save one - this odd-faced frog staring up at him. Whatever, he'd deal with it, it was on his side. He grabbed the door handle and popped it open, and with a hop-slide the Croagunk slid out and slunk to the ground, then upright in its naturally hunched position. Croagunk would figure out how to get out of this without any probl- the other Pokemon.
Croagunk would hide among Ricki's tater tots, somehow. She was a trainer, and not a very good one, from the looks of it. He'd just... hover near her, maybe nic her wallet while he was at it, and get out of the way while the two humans bickered.
Felix was unawares of the Croagunk toddling around to try and spend time next to Ricki, as he was hearing the antimagical words of "tight on money". . . right, of course. That was the usual. Felix pat his hands against his own pockets and shrugged, not even looking at her yet as his lips drew into a sad line. "Its not an issue... just, uh. Your Pokemon alright, yeah? That's good."
He didn't even really wait for her to answer as he crouched, running a finger over a particularly nasty scratch before hanging his head, then stood and turned to face her, opening his mouth to say something and then stopping completely.
Shit.
Was it...? It couldn't be. The way her hair looked, the angle of her face... Ricki might have felt a bit awkward with Felix' eyes darting all around her face, before he then turned his head a bit and saw that some people were still lingering about. Steady, steady thoughts, a level head - gotta keep on the road at all times, after all.
"Uh. . . look, mind if we take this somewhere.... less crowded?" He had to. He had to find out if it was who he thought it was, but busting out the evidence now might be too much in a public area.
Post by Ricki Jace on Mar 24, 2014 14:10:51 GMT -5
I have 727 words for FELIX UGUMI
By The Way; Feel free to just go ahead and have the two climb into the car / skip to the preferred destination for their chat.
If he could just gave her the amount for a paint job, she was sure she could make it up by looking for a place nearby that did it cheaper. She eyed the few bills in her wallet, which seemed to lack an ID of sorts, and muttered quietly under her breath. The recent grocery run had run her a bit dry. If she needed money to pay for this, she might actually have to ask Jason for a dot or twenty. He was always the wealthier of the two given the fact he had to save up more to pay for his kind of appetite. Ricki bit her tongue, trying to formulate the best way to go about this in her head, before looking back up at Felix.
The car owner had gone around to letting out the last of the Pokemon in the car, and Ricki could only assume this one belonged to him. She had never owned a Croagunk, but he seemed to be similar to Spooker in attitude. Just nonchalant about everything, casually going through the steps of his day-to-day life without a blink when something went awry. She didn’t pay him much mind, having been used to odd ball Pokemon wandering around, but as she tried to get her focus back on the conversation, the trainer noticed that the Croagunk had made his way over next to her. She eyed him suspiciously, brow furrowing a little as she studied the Croagunk. Why did he come over to her? Did he belong to Felix? It was probably playing body guard or something, whatever. She would just avoid annoying the thing.
Looking back up at Felix as he spoke, she frowned slightly herself to see the guy wasn’t pleased. He seemed to be letting her off the hook though which was good, but she still felt bad. Especially as she watched him crouch down to observe the damage done most likely by an ever eager Pester or Nibbler. She sighed and glanced down at her bills, flicking through them again. Spooker lowered down next to her, a single red eye studying the wallet before drifting slowly to eye the crowd that was dissipating by now. He made a soft, almost hollow sounding, coo of a question before Ricki shook her head. Judging by the places his eye drifted, she could easily pick up on the fact he was suggesting pick pocketing. It was tempting, but she was trying to avoid that life style now. A year or so ago, though, and she’d be all over that idea in an instant.
Granted a year ago, she would’ve just taken her Pokemon and run rather than try to help pay for the damage. Her eyes drifted from Spooker and back to Felix only to realize he was now standing and staring at her. She anticipated him to speak but the silence weighed on and Ricki slowly turned a side way glance to her Duskull that merely shrugged to her. Ricki looked back at Felix and slowly started to close her wallet, ready to ask him what was wrong when he finally started talking again. She blinked a few times, and glanced towards the crowd once more, before looking back at Felix.
“Uh… Sure?” she hesitantly replied, though a few alarm bells went off in her mind. After that awkward stare down, she wasn’t sure what to make of the golden eye fellow. She still had to pay him back for the damages, though. Tossing her wallet back into her duffel bag, she adjusted the strap and turned her gaze down to the Croagunk next to her. “My friend is expecting me to be back at the hotel soon, so I hope this won’t take long” she lied, slowly glancing up at Felix. This was certainly an awkward situation and the lie was one she’d used many times before to have a prepared excuse to flee. She almost wanted to gesture to the car to ask if he’d just drive her back, but she already owed him for the damage to the vehicle, she didn’t want to tack on a price for a ride as well.
Although, should he offer, she would accept so long as she wasn’t expected to pay for it, and if he asked where she wanted to go, she would answer the hotel.
