( dog days are over. )

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[atrb=width,458,true][atrb=border,0,true] LAFAYETTE LAFAYETTE LAFAYETTE TAGS mod WORD 477 MUSE shit NOTE finally. lafayette's getting a deerling, hopefully! CODE papaya, edited by hata "This is kinda cool." Lafayette seemed at liberty to comment on the matter, considering he was standing at the door of Hawthorne laboratories, a rather quaint looking establishment if anything. The walk from the port to here seemed to have been relatively shorter than he had imagined, and considering Lafayette had done a wonderful job of nicking a ride from a passing truck filled with rotting tomatoes. Here he was in a pair of black jeans and a rose pink round neck with owls printed cleanly in magenta, topped with his favourite pair of neon yellow high top sneakers to finish it. Never mind that he had frayed his pants on the way here from grazing his knees when he jumped off the truck while it was in motion. He was barely containing his excitement, so much so that he hadn't even bothered to try and treat the wound, allowing it to get infected with whatever dirt he collected on the way. Lafayette approached the laboratory cautiously, his eyes wide open with curiosity of an eleven year-old kid. Despite his slightly rag tag looks, he seemed pretty well groomed with his hair, his pale blonde hair swept cleanly to the right and his cheeks rosy, either from the running or from the mere idea of managing to get a free Pokemon from this professor something, Lafayette had forgotten her name. He had managed to snatch a Togepi from god knows where - Lafayette forgot - and said Pokemon was tucked away in his pocket, safe and sound in its Pokeball. He hadn't had the chance to meet the cutie, but he had time to do that later. For now, he wanted his freebie, and hopefully the professor would be in the rush to settle him too. Grinning from ear to ear, Lafayette beamed as he skipped a little along up the short winding path, looking like a colourful flower amidst the calmer shades of green that were spread along the lawn and trees. The walk had not taken long, but for some reason it had felt like eternity. His heart was pounding and he was absolutely pumped by the time had arrived at the bungalow's entrance. With an eager little wiggle, Lafayette rapped at the door shortly, before his brown eyes drifted to the doorbell. Should he have rung instead? It would have made more sense, of course, but then again, they used door knockers at home, so he wasn't really sure about the whole idea of a doorbell to signify someone at the door. Knocking would suffice for now. With his fingers intertwined and placed behind his back, Lafayette rocked to and fro on the balls and heels of his feet, biting his lip as he eagerly awaited the arrival of someone to entertain him at the door.

[KITTYWHISKERS]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; padding: 6 6 6 6px; background-image: url(http://i56.photobucket.com/albums/g163/spazzy-lil-fishie/Lolsites/salempurple.gif); -moz-border-radius: 40px 0px 40px 0px; -webkit-border-radius: 40px 0px 40px 0px; border: 1px #F2EFEB dashed;] welcome to nexivus laboratories professor maria hawthorne CHARACTER; professor hawthorne MODERATOR; kit WORDS; 267 NOTES; <3 Hawthorne sat on the sofa by a buizel that was lying across her lap. She was smiling, gently brushing his fur with a large brush. She found it amusing he liked to be pampered so much, most water types didn't take much care over their fur, but this little dear loved to be made a fuss of. She jumped slightly as she heard the knock on the door, before edging the pokemon off her lab. She got to her feet with a smile, pulling open the door and beaming at the boy. "Hello there, dear! Welcome to Nexivus Laboratories, I'm Professor Hawthorne." She gestured for the male to enter, "I assume you're here for a pokemon?" She beamed. The buizel looked from the lovely Professor to the stranger who'd appeared on his territory and was now distracting the Professor from her duties of rubbing his back! He grumbled slightly, hopping to the arm of the sofa and glaring at the boy. In a quick movement, he jumped up, blasting the trainer-to-be with his Water Sport attack. It wouldn't do any real damage, but the trainer would definitely be a little on the damp side. Hawthorne gasped, clamping her hands to her mouth. "Oh goodness!" She squeaked, "I'm so sorry, let me just-- oh dear." She flustered, grabbing the Buizel's pokeball and returning him with a scolding. "I'm so sorry, let me just grab you a towel!" She vanished and reappeared almost as quickly as Lilac's teleportation, passing the boy a warm and fluffy pink towel to dry off with. "I, um... Can I offer you some tea?" "would you like some tea?" art & template by kitty for pkmn nexivus

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[atrb=width,458,true][atrb=border,0,true] LAFAYETTE LAFAYETTE LAFAYETTE TAGS mod WORD 606 MUSE decent NOTE teehee CODE papaya, edited by hata Lafayette was getting bored just standing out here. No no, he was supposed to come and go in a quick little jiffy! But yet here he was, standing outside this clean looking bungalow and waiting for someone to just come over to entertain him! Oh, what he would give to just sneak in and grab a little Pokemon for himself just like that! Mumbling to himself, Lafayette was greeted at the door by a strange lady. Was this the prof as they called her? She did seem oddly pleasant, if anything, and Lafayette seemed eager to just bound straight to her and ask her for a Pokemon. This didn't seem to be on the mind of the Professor, who instead seemed to be taking longer than necessary. His eyes darted from side to side, avoiding her gaze and rather, focusing his attention to the sheer lack of anything colourful in the garden. What were gardens for if they weren't colourful or filled with gnome figurines? A curious sight made itself known to Lafayette. He had never quite seen a two tailed orange weasel like Pokemon, having hailed from Unova. They definitely weren't native to Unova, as far as he could recall, but whatever was on that weasel's mind, it didn't seem good. Lafayette's sixth sense did not tell him wrong, as the Buizel shot a seemingly harmless Water Sport, which well, left him a little wet. The water had struck his knees, his pants darkening in colour as the water seeped through, stinging his fresh wounds. Lafayette cringed and held back the need to shout in pain, knowing fully well that if he touched his wounds it would sting even more. Instead, tears brimmed at his eyes from the pain, but subsided nonetheless as the professor started to apologise profusely. He smiled cheerily, "Ah, it's okay! ...I think." The professor didn't hear it though, and instead seemed more concerned about getting a towel to help him dry off. Ah man, he wasn't going to get his Pokemon at this rate! And he really did want to leave already - He had wasted just far too much time trying to find a way around without a single dollar in hand. He had picked up some moolah on the streets, anyway, which was quite the relief, sort of. Receiving the fluffy towel, Lafayette stared at it for a moment, wondering two things - One, why was it pink, and two, how they made it so fluffy. As he dabbed his face dry, he grinned meekly at the professor, before proceeding to try and dry his knees. The wound still stung, to which Lafayette winced, watching as he stained the once baby pink towel with streaks of crimson. Letting out a short gasp, he squeezed the towel firmly, "Ah, shit!" Clasping his hand over his mouth when he semi-swore, Lafayette added with an apologetic twiddle of his thumbs, "Ack, should have been more careful... Sorry prof, got the towel dirty." Maybe Hawthorne was nice enough to forgive him or something. Hearing her offer for a cup of tea sounded nice, but Lafayette wasn't quite sure he should trouble her even more, especially after staining her towel and then asking for a Pokemon. It seemed too much on her part, and the only thing he could give to her as a token of thanks was that dollar bill he had picked up earlier. He mumbled another apology and then added, "Tea sounds awesome, I mean, like, if it's not a trouble... The name's Lafayette by the way!" He broke into a cheerful grin, nodding enthusiastically, "I'm here for a Pokemon, too!"

[| odysseus]

PROF. HAWTHORNE

The professor flinched at the young man’s…abrasive verbal slip. Of course she’s had her share of cursing, especially in her ‘crazy days’, but he was so young! Is where the youth was going these days? Perhaps she was the last respectable prodigy to join the work force for a while. She might as well let it slip, a way to repay him back for the trauma he’d suffered from her naughty Buizel. Professor Hawthorne happily accepted the towel back, a sheepish smile upon her face, but she couldn’t help but retract her fingers as she noticed streaks of red staining the towel. Which lead her to believe that either he was wounded, or he’d just finished killing someone. “Goodness! Are you—” she began but quickly stopped herself. If the boy was seriously hurt he would’ve informed her as soon as he’d entered. Obviously it was not bothering him…that much. Shuddering at the sight of blood she quickly snatched the towel back and pitched it onto an armchair.

She would have to make time to burn it later; it was beyond salvation at this point. Rubbing her hands together Professor Hawthorne replaced another smile and giggled, “Nonsense, Lafayette! Tea is never inconvenient.” The thought itself made her smile even wider at its foolishness. She nodded at his request for a Pokémon but instead made her way to desk where her favorite teapot stood waiting to be emptied of its golden liquid. Taking her respective seat behind her desk she threw her legs over its top, a petite cup now clasped between her hands. “Oh, right.” She giggled softly to herself before reaching into a drawer to hand the colorful teenager a small booklet. “Those are all the Pokémon I have in my care. Choose carefully from one, dear.” Daffodil shuffled from the back of the lab and took the liberty to poor Lafayette his own cup of the delectable brew of tea. “Chu~” she squeaked in assurance.

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[atrb=width,458,true][atrb=border,0,true] LAFAYETTE LAFAYETTE LAFAYETTE TAGS mod WORD 454 MUSE terrible NOTE deerling it is! CODE papaya, edited by hata Lafayette was still a little upset to have dirtied the professsor's towel. It seemed to have been a favourite, and he really shouldn't have stained it. The pink had been smeared with crimson, as well as dirt from his knees, matted by the water it had soaked up from him. He bit his lip, meekly offering another apology again as he swept his hair to the side absentmindedly. He was a little shooken, but nonetheless fine, the incident long forgotten. Besides, it wasn't the first time he had hurt himself, so everything was fine. His attention turned towards the professor, who had begun to saunter towards her desk. And Lafayette did what he knew best - follow. He supposed he was supposed to keep his shoes on, the boy wiping the soles of his shoes on the doormat before he stepped in, treading carefully and minimising the amount of dirt he left in his wake. The place was as quaint as it was on the outside, but perhaps just a little cosier. He grinned, watching the professor sip her tea in a most elegant way. It dawned upon him that Professor Hawthorne looked rather pretty. She however, did seem older than him, and thus he left it as that. He nervously shuffled into the seat facing her desk, his brown eyes flitting from side to side as he inspected the various equipment and stationery on her desk. All very intriguing items, he had to admit, and he seemed most fascinated by the assortment of decorations and files on the relatively organized desk. As the professor spoke, he looked down, his eyes curiously looking at the small booklet that the professor handed to him. It looked well, interesting. Eyes gleaming, he picked it up and then stared in wonderment at the colourful pictures of the Pokemon that she had to offer at her laboratory. Oh, these were fantastic, he simply could just pick one. Lips pursed into an 'o' shape, Lafayette continued to stare in absolute wonder, suddenly distracted by Daffodil pouring tea for him. He grinned and then uttered a sincere little 'thank you' to the most endearing Raichu, murmuring to himself as he took a sip and smacked his lips in contentment. He simply couldn't choose between all these Pokemon! But still, he could only pick one, and after glancing through the booklet another time, he had made up his decision. "Hey prof, could I get this one? The Deerling, then?" He nodded at his choice, simply charmed by the creatures native to Unova. He had seen trainer hopefuls come and go, some of them having a Deerling in tow, and here he was, deciding he would get one too. Perfect for him, really.

[| odysseus]

PROF. HAWTHORNE

The quaint silence was greatly welcomed as the laboratory’s most recent guest flipped through the inventory. It allowed the older woman to take a few sips of her steaming cup of delectable liquid. At every swallow she was going in for another until there wasn’t so much as the grainy, brown residue left at the bottom. It was clear Professor Hawthorne was addicted to the drink, and she was more than happy to admit it, but it would be a cold day in hell before she gave it up. There were the eminent threats of rotting and staining her teeth, but she was already all over that dilemma. The clever woman brushed, flossed, mouth-washed, and strip whitened her teeth every single day as if it was a ceremonial must, not to mention her dentist visits were more frequent than the average non-coffee-drinker’s. Meanwhile the ever polite Daffodil smiled and retreated from the professor’s office as if all she’d come to do was serve Lafayette.

“Thank you, dear,” cooed Maria, watching her humble, tea-loving Raichu slink behind the office door. In that very instant the young man had made his decision, revealing that he in fact desired a Deerling. Oh how the professor adored those! To be honest, Professor Hawthorne had seen that coming: the boy himself was such a colorful person as it was, even after being doused with water within seconds of entering her lab. “Right, then. Just give me a moment and I will be right back!” With a sudden spring in her step the professor hop skipped down the hall toward the back of the laboratory only to snatch the correct Poké Ball before quickly rearing around and returning far sooner than she’d expected. She wasn’t even out of breath! With a giggle she handed the boy his new Pokémon and said, “Here you are, Lafaytte. You’re very own Deerling. Fascinating Pokémon these are, huh?”

You've received a Deerling!

Male/Female
Level: Five
Growl | Camouflage | Tackle | (Egg Move)