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nostabbing) wrote2013-05-16 10:20 pm
nostabbing) wrote2013-05-16 10:20 pm
Entry tags:
- alice can has friends plzkthx,
- all the thieves in the club say yeah,
- basically the worst rocket ever,
- bored bored bored bored bored,
- failing at social conformity forever,
- learning to like stuff,
- nate the poochyena,
- noodle incidents everywhere,
- normalcy for dummies,
- parker what the hell even,
- pokemon trainer or pokemon train her,
- shenanigans forever,
- sophie the vulpix,
- surprisingly unfazed,
- there's something wrong with her,
- this seems totally legit,
- what is even happening right now,
- ▶ goldenrod city
004 | Goldenrod City | Text / Action;
[It's late afternoon, it's eighty-six degrees and sunny, and here on a Goldenrod City park bench sits Parker with her hair pulled back in a ratty braid that dangles forgotten over one shoulder. She's basically commandeered the whole bench at this point, even though she's only occupying one small end of it; the rest remains wholly unusuable because it's covered in all manner of stuff, from Pokemon plushies to coin purses to potted plants to other odds and ends you might find at the prize counter of an arcade (and yes, there's a red-and-white Pokeball tucked away in there, too).
But despite the heaps of stuff (and the Poochyena in a fedora standing guard over it nearby, and the Vulpix with the diamond necklace for a collar sifting through it with interest), Parker doesn't seem particularly happy as she hangs out on the bench, silent but for the sound of the pencil scratching idly over the sketchpad propped against her knees. One word for her demeanor here might be "indifferent"; another few that could probably also fit would be "apathetic", "detached", "listless", or even just plain "bored".
Page by page, she's filling the sketchpad with drawings that, to all appearances, she couldn't care less about. Which might be more accurate a description than one might expect, really; this time, appearances aren't deceiving.
But eventually she sets the sketchpad aside, screws up her face for a ninety-second impromptu theater of Frustration: The Facial Expressions, and then reaches for her Gear to posit a burning question to the network: ]
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Hey, so.
How do you know when you like stuff?
[...What? IT'S A SERIOUS QUESTION. ಠ_ಠ ]
But despite the heaps of stuff (and the Poochyena in a fedora standing guard over it nearby, and the Vulpix with the diamond necklace for a collar sifting through it with interest), Parker doesn't seem particularly happy as she hangs out on the bench, silent but for the sound of the pencil scratching idly over the sketchpad propped against her knees. One word for her demeanor here might be "indifferent"; another few that could probably also fit would be "apathetic", "detached", "listless", or even just plain "bored".
Page by page, she's filling the sketchpad with drawings that, to all appearances, she couldn't care less about. Which might be more accurate a description than one might expect, really; this time, appearances aren't deceiving.
But eventually she sets the sketchpad aside, screws up her face for a ninety-second impromptu theater of Frustration: The Facial Expressions, and then reaches for her Gear to posit a burning question to the network: ]
Hey, so.
How do you know when you like stuff?
[...What? IT'S A SERIOUS QUESTION. ಠ_ಠ ]
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Say, I'm rather fond of chocolates. Whenever I make them, I feel happy and look forward to eating them.
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You know how to make chocolates?
[Fun fact: letting Parker go near chocolate alone was once described as being analogous to letting an addict loose at a cocaine festival.]
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Yes! I am, if I may be so humble as to say, a master chocolatier. Do you have a particular favorite? :)
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[Please say yes. France always makes way too many.]
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YDSES
YYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY
[Don't mind her just slamming those buttons like her life depends on it, there.]
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Where are you currently living? I can send one of my Drifblim over when I make the chocolates to drop them off.
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Goldenrod City! I work here.
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Would you rather my Drifblim deliver to where you work or live? And where exactly in Goldenrod is that? :)
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To work! It's called Pizza Paras-dise. Best pizza in the nation!
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And to whom may I address the package? ;)
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[She'll just get Ralph to watch for it for her. Or hang around and intercept it herself.]
So who're you?
[...Parker, normally you ask that before you take the candy from strangers, dammit.]
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[Man, what kind of unlucky sap gets named after a country. Pfffffft.]
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[Ah, France, you will never have to not explain this.]
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So you're like...the Eiffel Tower and the Louvre and all the bottles of champagne and the river and people and buildings and...stuff?
[DOES THAT MEAN HE KNOWS ABOUT ALL THE SHIT SHE STOLE FROM HIS ART GALLERIES.]
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[France doesn't know about what she stole as they would have to be from the same world for that, but if he did and if he finds out, he may not be the most forgiving of forgivers, if you catch my drift.]
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...I like your fries.
[So let's go with super eloquent instead.]
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[France I hope you are prepared for a whole mess of French Things™ headed your way.]