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Post by Greed Couper on Feb 23, 2014 1:18:47 GMT -5
Wondering into the cafe just about ten minutes before dinner would be in full swing Greed went and got his food. Three hamburgers with cheese, fries, a green salad and a large soda. After paying he went to his normal seat at a table in the back of the area and ate. The young man could eat and eat. Oddly enough though he seemed to never really gain any weight. He finished his meal quick enough, but he had taken his time none the less. Getting up he through away his trash keeping his soda which was mostly full still. Then just at the time when people would start to file into the cafe he grabbed a chair and a small table, taking them both to the entrance of the cafe he basically set up shop in front of the doors. He had placed things in just the right way to were if anyone wanted by and in the cafe they would have to talk to him first. Reaching into his backpack he pulled out a sign he had made and then placed it on the table before sitting down.
The sign read;
Entrance fee: $5
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Post by SammyMcSamSam on Feb 25, 2014 23:27:23 GMT -5
You can't just be an authority figure behind a desk. You need to get out and be around the students. That's what Sash told him often, which was why Vice Principal Turner found himself entering the Grass Building and heading for the cafeteria. His Lairon Spike walked by his side. Usually, Sash was the one leaving the office to do other Principal duties that required walking to different buildings. Now, he was the one to do that. It was not by his choice at all, of course. It had been on the orders of Sash, so he had to comply. It was nearing dinner, so he decided to go to the cafeteria, get some dinner, and then continue on his merry way. It would be a swift, neat, clean ordeal.
However, as soon as he came to the cafeteria doors, he stopped dead cold. His eyes fell on a student sitting at a table with a sign that demanded an entrance fee. His name was Greed. The only reason he remembered his name was because he remembered how he had been a troublemaker when he turned in his personality test for his first Pokemon. Narrowing his eyes, he marched over to the child and glared down at him with cold, angry eyes. "What in the world do you think you are doing!?" he demanded, his voice booming.
Spike followed his trainer over to the table. He blinked when Turner began to explode and freak out. What was wrong? He looked at the sign, but alas, he could not read. Was the boy doing something wrong? That's what his trainer thought, so he probably was. Without straying away from his trainer, he looked up and curiously watched the scene unfold.
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Post by Greed Couper on Mar 5, 2014 22:51:44 GMT -5
The young man had found that making money at this school wasn't as easy as he thought it would be. He had yet to set up the events that would get the school rocking out, and the money pilling in. There was so much he needed to get going. First he would start with the rave, which was quickly coming. There was already a rumor spreading around the academy about it. Only he had made sure it was a soft hum rather then a mighty roar. After all, no one wanted the cops to come busting down doors. Oh, but if that happened Greed had a plan. Oh yes, it was an awesome plan at that too. What was it? Why the sinners’ weren't a group of thugs and thieves out to make money and things that where against the law. Oh, no, now that was simply a lie being spread by some hateful students. The sinners’ gang was a group of young adults who want to help poor pokemon. They are after all the Student Intervention Network (for) Endangered (Pokemon) ’Round Shupert! A proud network of friends doing all they could to raise money to help all those little pokemon who find themselves starving and in pain for the cruel world around them. Or at least that was the cover and the excuse the young raven haired man used when asked why he was ’raising’ money or collecting ’donations’ from fellow students. In truth, the whole helping pokemon thing was just a front. A lie if you want to get right on down to the heart of it.
He had set up base camp in the haunted house, it was in fact the very place where the first rave was going to be held. Why was he holding such an event in a place like that? One that people visited all the time? Well he wasn't stupid, and he wasn't holding the event during the day either. No a night time rave at the haunted house was the prefect way to weed out the wimps from those who have a back bone, or at least those who like to have some risky fun. Already he and his brothers have scored some things to use, some fun lights, and a few smoke machines as well. They even had a generator to power everything as he really doubted the old abandoned home of all those ghost pokemon had power. Speaking of all those ghosts he had yet to met any of them, and he has been out there every night. It was his preferred place to sleep over a shared dorm room. It was bad enough the school had placed him on the wrong team for he had wanted Sinnoh not Kalos, but then he had to share it? Who does this school think they are? Sharing with his brother Lust was one thing, but to strangers? Two possible screw ups that could unravel his plans? H*** NO! He would have to make sure the school in some way paid for such a thing.
Then again he first had a bigger fish to fry. His brother Envy had yet to show his face. Was he on another team? Or perhaps he was just refusing to get his behind to the academy? Had Greed not successfully dethroned the slacker and made himself clear that the gang would be going to Cherilli Academy to better themselves? Oh, he believed he had. If he hadn't why was Lust here? Why was he even here? There was defiantly going to be some rear end whipping when Envy finally shows his face.
Of course his dear old brother wasn't the only one who deserved an @$$ whooping. That old fart of a Vice Principal; Turner also would one day receive one. That was for darn sure, as Greed would personally see to it. The man had shown him such disrespect upon first coming to the school. When he turned in his test, the darn old grump had given him the stupidest choices as his starter. Were it was true that the cute pink fairy types really where great against fighting dragon types, the fact was still the same. He was stuck with a happy go lucky FAIRY type pokemon. Algar was such a girl’s pokemon at that. He really should just catch a manlier one and give that thing to Pride. Heaven knew that girl had already figured out a way to get under his skin. Giving the Princess a pink pup would probably get her off his back for a while. Then again he could keep the stupid thing and use it to catch dragon types to sell. Perhaps after it had beat and allowed him to catch around twenty or so dragon types he would stop forcing it to be his dragon fighting slave and give it to the navy haired girl. Surely she would show it and it’s cuteness some love. For crying out loud, he had to get a better pokemon. One that would help him demand fear and respect from the other students, and the staff at this school. At least from his brother. Oh, Lust had been quick to rub it in about his starter. Why, in the world had Greed not gotten something more his style? Lust had a fire type, a cute and fluffy one yes, but a fire type none the less.
As he thought about it, Greed was raging mad. Why couldn't he have gotten a Pokemon like a Scraggy, or a Murkrow, a Zorua, a Tyrunt, heck even a Raltz would have been better. Even though Raltz was part fairy it would have been so much better then his stupid Snubbull. Speaking of that thing, as he sat in his chair at the table he had so carefully placed in front of the entrance into the Cafe who would happen to come up to him? It just so happened it was Mr. Old Fart McGrumpygrump Turner himself. Greed eyed the man, he heard what he asked, or rather demanded an answer to and simply sat there. The Kalos teen had no desire to be polite to the man, oh but in order for his plan to be a success he would simply have to. After all the start up cost for moving the gang from Sinnoh, to here was not cheap. Leaning forward he placed her hands on the tabled and cupped them. His eyes looked from the sign, to the ‘donation’ jar and to Mr. Turner. His movements where calm and collected. “Good evening Mister Turner.” He said in a calm voice, his eyes then looked for a moment at the steel type pokemon that was with the man before looking back at Mr. Turnape. “Would you care to donate five dollars to help feed and care for the poor stray, hungry and lonely pokemon in Shupert City?” He asked. He sounded like he honest had a heart in what he was asking the man to do.
It sounded like a good thing that he was doing, after all who doesn't want to feed poor starving pokemon? Surely the man’s own pokemon thought that what Greed was saying was a wonderful thing. Then again Greed didn't speak pokemon that was by choice though. Sure he could listen to them, and work out what they might be saying, but when one spends time using pokemon to gain money, well lets just say Greed has spent a lot of time learning how to drown out the feelings and cries of those pokemon who he claims to be helping.
Motioning his hands towards the sign on the large plastic jar, he showed it to the angry sounding man. “Student Intervention Network for Endangered pokemon ’Round Shupert, was founded this school year and we are dedicated to helping pokemon, but in order to do so we need money to be able to buy pokemon food to give out.” He then added explaining why he was sitting here collecting this money. Oh yes, if Turner thought Greed was a bad student he would be right, but Greed was also smart and a smooth talking son of a gun. In fact he once was able to talk his way out of being sent to jail by explaining that the pokemon he stole was because of a desperate act to get money for his ill brother. Of course at the time Lust was rather sick, yet he would have made it out just fine. Even without the couple who he stole the pokemon from bring all three brothers food for four months. Until the brothers left the city that spring.
Hopefully mister Turner was a foolish man just like that elderly couple. Of course even if he claimed to see straight through him, Greed could always try to sucker Sash into this. Surely the woman would believe that as a student he simply wishes to help pokemon. And not export his classmates and force them to give him money in order to get in and out of the cafe. Well, hopefully this scheme of his worked. If not, well he had other schemes he could and will be using to make money.
ooc: Sorry for the wait, and sorry for the length. I got in one of those moods where I just wanted to type and type and type. I could have honestly went on, but decided this sounded like a good place to stop. No need to reply with anything as long unless you really want to.
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Post by SammyMcSamSam on Mar 16, 2014 14:10:52 GMT -5
Turner stared at the student. Did he think he would buy that? He was so not buying that. Not a chance. The boy could talk and talk and sell and sell, but there was no way Turner was going to buy. For starters, the sign said "Entrance Fee." Then, if you took into consideration how the boy had acted when he had met him and given him his first Pokemon... Turner crossed his arms and narrowed his eyes at Greed. "Liar. Student clubs and organizations such as this must go through Principal Sash and I for approval, so even if what you say is true, which it's not, then you are still in trouble because you have not done this." There was no way he was getting out of this. He did not believe for one second that this boy was raising money for Pokemon. He had seen this scam before. He was a troublemaker, and he would be taken care of. He would see to it personally.
Spike smiled at what Greed said. He was raising money for endangered Pokemon? That sounded great! But his trainer did not seem to think so... What was wrong with it? <Come on, can't you give him a little slack?> he asked, looking up at his trainer. <He's raising money for Pokemon. Why don't you believe him?> He was saddened that he didn't. |
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