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Post by Walter Satinwood on Feb 27, 2014 1:01:19 GMT -5
The young man with brown hair walked quickly into the pokemon center. On his way here he had wondered to himself why the school which was a pokemon training academy didn't have a pokemon center on campus. Or at the very least a nurse. It didn't really matter as he entered the building he wiped his shoes off on the welcome mat before he walked up to the counter. "Excuse me ma'am. My Vulpix has been Poisoned could you help her?" He asked the land at the counter as he took out Kitten's pokeball and placed it there for her. "Also if it isn't too much trouble could you give this little guy a look over too?" He added quickly as he let go of his Aron's pokeball at the same time as placing his Vulpix's pokeball on the counter.
The nurse quickly welcomed the boy as he entered, but that cheerful look on her face quickly turned to a more serious look as she nodded and took the pokeballs. "Of course, please have a seat and wait. I'll call you up when I am done." She said and turned away to take care of the poison'ed pokemon, and give the other pokemon a check up.
Nodding his head to the nurse Walter then moved away and took a seat in the waiting area. Taking off his backpack the teen took out his Battle Tec level I book and opened it. After all he might as well read a bit, and study while he waited. |
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Post by Deleted on Feb 27, 2014 10:55:21 GMT -5
He almost ran through the glass doors of the Pokemon Center. When the automatic doors slid open to let Serkan in, Khopesh’s expression was ghastly. Serkan had almost been hit by two cars, nearly run into ten different people, and jumped over exactly one baby carriage and one gible on his way over here. Khopesh was really starting to wonder why Serkan even needed a pokemon.
The boy was an absolute monster himself.
Mud caked boots stomping on the floor, Serkan plopped Khopesh down on the counter like a sack of potatoes. He was really lucky the rock type didn’t crack the countertop. He fished Khopesh pokeball out. ”’Scues me, ma’am. Mind givin’ my cranidos a li’l look over? Just got done with a battle!”
Given a waiting time, Serkan mosied his way over into the waiting area. That was when he spotted a brunette kid reading a class book from his school. ”Well, howdy!” the Unovan greeted. He plopped himself across the small room from Walter, not intent on making him uncomfortable, just wanting to make some small talk.
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Post by Walter Satinwood on Mar 3, 2014 19:11:41 GMT -5
Sitting there like a worried papa who's baby girl had fallen out of a tree or something Walter found himself being nervous. He know kitten would be okay, but still. Reading one of his books he busied himself by studying. As he did that he noticed another trainer come in with a rather sick Pokemon. Looking over his book he looked back at the page while the other kid took a seat and waited. "Hey." He said as he closed his book and answered the cowboy. "Your Pokemon didn't look to well. Tough battle?" He asked as he looked down at his book one more time before putting it in his back pack. He was trying not to, but Walter was fretting some as he sat there. Looking at the kid he then looked towards the counter then back at his hands as he leaned forward a bit.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 3, 2014 22:40:56 GMT -5
Mercy, this kid looked more stressed than a calf on branding day.
”Mm, mine? Nah. Just wanna make sure his scratches don’t get infected or nothin’. T’be a darn shame if he came down with something. Ain’t much of a doctor myself.” Serkan would normally laugh and try to jab playfully at another when they appeared so stressed, but he had no idea why this kid was so out of it. Sitting up straight, the cowboy tilted his head, piercing jingling a bit. ”Now… with the way yer actin’, yer partner might be inna pinch. What’s it lookin’ like, stranger?”
Surely it was nothing serious. He’d be more concerned about a breeding gone wrong if they were at a daycare or something, but this was a Pokemon Center. Surely… surely it wasn’t that serious.
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Post by Walter Satinwood on Mar 4, 2014 10:58:49 GMT -5
It was just a little poison that was all, but then why was he so worried? Walter really didn't understand, but maybe it was his raising? He never really had to worry too much about these things, but Kitten was his pokemon his special little girl for she was the first girl pokemon and the second pokemon he ever got. He knew Rockstar would be fine, but unlike him Kitten wasn't made out of steel. How is it a computer made her so sick.
"Oh, good to hear." He then replied to the other kid. His accent was hard to understand, but he made due. "Not good, she was Poisoned and I think I might have pushed her a little too hard in our battle." He said as he looked down. He had to remember to pick up some medicine so the next time he was ready. In all honesty he was simply overreacting, but hey Walter had a heart. A big one that some people sometimes forget about just because he seems like an one of those stuck up rich kids that try to charm everyone around them. |
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Post by Deleted on Mar 4, 2014 14:38:30 GMT -5
Serkan nodded. ”Mm… Well, was it a poison type that did it?” he pressed. He’d never heard of a severe case of poisoning from a non-poison type. A little fever, a little cough, maybe some chills--but in the end, the pokemon was usually no worse for the wear. Trying to cheer the other trainer up though, Serkan rolled up his sleeves and showed off his biceps. A numerous small scars from work accidents littered his arms and, even without flexing, his toned, able body would serve as visual aid. Patting his own arm, he encouraged Walter, ”Hey, hey, hey, no pain, no gain, right? Yer li’l gal’ll be okay once they get some antidote in ‘er.”
“Sir? Sir, the owner of the cranidos.”
Looking up, Serkan quickly dashed over to the counter. After a short exchange with the nurse on duty, he got out his wallet and took a package plus his pokeball back. Khopesh was just fine. Returning to the waiting area, he tore open to two pack of antidote. ”Like I said… she’ll probably be fine, but I don’t like seein’ people fret none.” Holding out one of the two to Walter, Serkan would grin like a cheeky little kid. ”Consider it insurance.”
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