o2| next thing, we're touching

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[bg=ffffff][atrb=vAlign,top][atrb=style,width: 410px; text-align: justify; color: #000000;, bTable] Considering his journey had just begun, Trinidad was more than well off when it came to Pokémon, without the price of any of his own Poké Balls. Accompanying him were four Pokémon, already! Some strange woman smiled at Trinidad before giving him a once over and handing him a Poké Ball, saying, “If I were fifty years younger!”Turns out it contained a little Smoochum, which he later named Bonita. He also stopped at an adoption center before heading to town in order to pick up a Castform. They were useful Pokémon, capable of transmuting into different forms that better suited their current environment. Not to mention they were beyond cute and would definitely score some affection points from women. Most importantly, one of them being a newly evolved Steelix that he’d received from performing a good deed, never mind what. He had traded Grande the Onix for this one woman’s—I believe her name was Sinclair—Mareep, but quickly traded back after realizing what the Metal Coat it was holding caused it to change into. Feeling a sense of accomplishment at his first evolved Pokemon, Trinidad was now amongst the hustle and bustle people of Featherwing City. His eyes not on more Pokemon, no. More on the asses and chests of passer-bys. It was like window-shopping at a store you’ve never been to before and you loved what you saw. From across the street the Hispanic noticed a particularly busty woman and hollered, “Hey mami!” A popular pick up line he heard his grandfather use on several occasions. Of course, it was answered with a scrunched face of disgust, but that was expected. The only sign he was a trainer was the fact that Amarillo—his derpy Psyduck—was by his side; nibbling at some food he’d been given by a kind waitress from the restaurant they were at. “Psy!” Suddenly losing interest, Trinidad groaned and said, “You’re probably the reason nobody’s biting, tonto.” It probably was not kind calling your first Pokémon a fool, but he doubted the water type could understand any word of Spanish. That would probably be one of the first tasks on his agenda: educating his Pokémon in the rich Spanish culture. But he was a horrible procrastinator, so for now he would stay seated at the lunch table, sipping on a fruity drink that reminded him of his mother. Finished, Amarillo gave a goofy smile and quacked at his trainer in a sort of affectionate manner. I mean, if one craned their neck and listened really carefully they could hear its sincerity. Trinidad sighed at his simple Pokémon. It wasn’t necessarily a bad choice of Pokémon considering he didn’t know how well he was in combat, but personality wise, it was easily pleased.

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[bg=f8f8f8][atrb=width,300px] A WILD POKEMON APPEARS ! SKITTY | FEMALE | LEVEL 06 FAKE OUT | TAIL WHIP | TACKLE | GROWL | FORESIGHT What was that in the air? The feline raised her nose to sniff the air, her eyes narrowing on a most delightful looking accessory on top of Trinidad's head. Oh my, it was simply exquisite to look at on top of this fine man's head - It would look all the more amazing on her furry pink and cream one! She mewed, swishing her tail back and forth as she continued to study the curious individual seated beneath her. Never mind how the Skitty had managed to latch herself onto this gutter pipe on the roof of a rather fine establishment, the matter at hand seemed to be how to swipe that hat from the fine young man below. The Skitty would not deny that she was an agile lass, but she was never the best at stealing things. More often than not, her petty crimes of theft resulted in being caught and being smacked senseless, save for a few occasions that people sympathised with her because she looked so damn cute. The Skitty rose, her stubby little feet making the increase in height barely noticeable as she stood, as though preparing for her grand entrance. Here she went, there was no looking back now! With a sharp mewl and a cry, the Skitty leapt off the roof, only to snag her hind paw at the ledge and rather than falling gracefully, she tumbled like a klutz and instinctively, latched herself onto the human's head. Her claws allowed her a firm grip of the human's hat, to which the Skitty seemed delighted. Oh, success! Still, she was in a most compromising position that didn't allow her to leap off, leaving the pink and cream feline stuck on Trinidad's head. She screeched, clinging on for her dear life as she tried to scramble into a more comfortable position, all the while trying to figure out how to make a break for it. No doubt, the human would have noticed her by now, and she really didn't want to make this more troublesome than it already was. NOTES

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[| odysseus]

 
 

[atrb=border,0,bTable][atrb=vAlign,top][atrb=cellSpacing,0,bTable][atrb=cellPadding,5,bTable] WORD 451 MUSE surprisingly high SONG Dead Leaves and the Dirty Ground by The White Stripes NOTE OMGSKITTY. |D used water sport!

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[bg=ffffff][atrb=vAlign,top][atrb=style,width: 410px; text-align: justify; color: #000000;, bTable] It appeared nobody wanted any of Trinidad around here. Perhaps he needed to stop yelling across the street and actually approach a lady. Seducing was much easier when his voice was low and had bass which would cause any woman’s heart to rumble. Not to mention shouting Spanish words at English-speaking people seemed like more of an insult to their ears. Determined to try harder someplace else, he nudged his Psyduck and said, “Hey, vamos. That means ‘let’s go’, in Spanish.” His feeble attempt at teaching was pitiful, but it was a start! Amarillo stared at his trainer, eyes narrowed in confusion. There was an intense silence as Trinidad awaited any sign of comprehension from the duck Pokémon, but his lesson proved to only befuddle him further. Amarillo gripped the sides of his head and tilted it, quacking, “Psy-DUCK.” Others that had been eating near Trinidad shook their heads and murmured gossip about his skills as a trainer. “Doesn’t he understand Psyduck are slow? He shouldn’t try and force so much on it at once.” The Hispanic rolled his eyes and rested his shaven chin in his hand. It was hopeless, he couldn’t win. To make matters worse, a waitress came by and served Psyduck even more food than before, making a getaway all the more difficult. Trinidad grimaced and glared at his yellow Pokémon. His stupidity was getting it so much sympathy! Before he could build the resolve to pack the food away and run off, a sudden force fell upon his cap. “Que es ese…?” His eyes widened and his spine became iron stiff. Something was on his hat! It was trembling from the creature’s breath and apparent apprehension. Amarillo noticed the occurrence as well, staring inquisitively at the feline. In his mind, he assumed his trainer did not like it there. Why would any human like a cat on their head? In an act of defense, the Psyduck released a small spout of water from his mouth. Of course, it missed completely and dampened the front of Trinidad’s shirt. “Basta! Stop!” The young man waved at his Pokémon to cease fire and quickly snatched his hat from his head, placing it before him to give it a good look. Sure enough, perched upon it was a little Skitty! Trinidad smiled and cooed, “Aww. Hola, gatita!” He knew it was his duty as a trainer to battle and catch Pokémon, but how could he challenge such an adorable little thing? Suddenly, an obvious question came up. “Oye. What were you doing en mí gorro…I mean on my hat?” Disgruntled at his first attempt, the Psyduck tried another Water Sport at the Skitty, this time around being far more accurate.

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The Skitty's attempt had not appeared to be the best one she could have tried. Her little claws dug hard into the hat as she held on for dear life, especially as she watched his pokemon shoot water at her. She flinched and tried to curl up on top of the cap, burying her face into it, only to realize the water had not hit her! Had the man even noticed her? She wondered, trying to slide the hat off his head. Even if she fell to the ground, she figured she could land on her feet and scamper off with it! However, as she began this attempt, the man lifted the hat from his head to look at it.

The Skitty again dug into the hat, peeking up at him as he seemed to great her. She was not sure what he was saying, some sort of human she did not understand. He seemed different than the other humans. In a few ways. First off, he did not chase her off for trying to steal his hat. Second, he spoke differently. Third, it seemed as if he had chosen to have a Psyduck with him. However, as she pondered this and ignored the man, turning to look at the pokemon, it again shot a water at her! Of course, it did not hurt, but that did not mean she liked it either! Leaping up, she again tried to run with the hat, mewing like crazy as she was now drenched!

Growling at the Psyduck, she was quite unamused by it as of this point. Looking back at the human, this displeasure was easily seen on her face, wrenched into something horrid as she shook out each foot and then the rest of her body. If she did not think that she could get away playing the cute factor, she would definitely have to attack this Psyduck, but for now, she would trying her luck with being the cute one who was suddenly attacked by a mean Psyduck. Crying up to the man, she lowered her ears and watched him with sad eyes, mostly wondering if she could scam him into getting mad at the Psyduck so that she could make off with his hat.

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