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(OOC: LMFAO You thought that was a BAD post?? No, it's not the
greatest, but I think it was flippin funny! XD)
"A band...yup..." Amber held the phone in numb hands, trying to mask
the boredom on her face as her granmum rambled on about her party.
"See Elisabeth, your mother--"
"Uh huh."
"--mentioned this Bard fellow to me. Said he was spettaklar, with his
little pokemons doing the instrumentals. I, being the kind and
charitable soul I am, who's always willing to try something new--"
"Uh huh."
"--decided I may as well try this fellow." The woman's eyes seemed to
screw up tight into her head for a moment and then she blinked
owlishly and pursed her ancient, painted lips. "Have you eaver heard
of this guy?"
Amber perked up slightly and grinned. "Ah yeah, I've seen him around,
crossed his path a few tim--"
Her gran cut her off to further her inquiry. "Oh? And what is he like?
Is he a niceboy or one o them rocker types, the yahoos who run around
like idiots?"
"He's a nice guy," she muttered, trying to avoid the fact that he ran
around like an idiot somewhat often. "See, gr--"
"I see, that's good. I would much prefer a nice, DECENT boy at my
party than another of those Led Zepplin types."
"Uh huh." Amber sighed, her responses again reduced to indifferent
affirmatives.
"My party, Amber darling, is in a month, to this day. Don't forget the
gift."
"Uh huh."
"Not that I'm rude like that, to demand a gift, but you're
grandfather's dead you know. He died raising you."
"YES, Gran, I know," Amber shot, suddenly angry that her grandmother
brought that up. It wasn't HER fault she had visited him and he
tripped and broke his skull. She tried to push the fact that it had
been SHE he had tripped over in the first place out of her head.
"No need to get snippy now," her Gran gave a sickening grin that
exposed her pearly dentures. "Now now, we all know you didn't mean--"
"Yes, we all know, Gran. What would you LIKE for your compensation
Anniversary gift?"
"Oh...I'm looking for another to add to my collection. A...what is
it...one of those 'Caterpies' are they? Oh do be a dear and bring me
one. I know you can."
"Yes, Gran, I'll try." Amber fought the urge to roll her eyes on the
vidphone. "Caterpie. Right."
"Well I shall see you there. Bring me that bug. Goodbye!" The image of
the squat old woman decked out in pearls and jewels disappeared.
Amber shouted in frustration at the payphone; the greedy, overbearing
lady was never kind to Amber, and constantly maintained that Amber
should bebe eternally punished for the accidental death of her
grandfather. She constantly gloated over her own wealth but never
shared it unless required, and was quite attracted to people who could
gain her social status. Being her only granddaughter, and having been
born into a lower-middle class family with almost no social merits,
she was not high on the woman's favor list. Not that Amber cared, mind
you. She knew it would be against her family's wishes to skip this
party if it were avoidable. She knew also that the trip from Newbark
to Hoenn was too far for their little family to make.
"Well...home." She reached down and picked up her groceries, and laden
down, returned down the streets to the hotel they were staying at. She
wondered vaguely how Jason was doing.
Just as she turned the corner of the street the inn was on, something
small, brown, furry, and giggly shot past, and she swore she heard a
"goo-goo-goo" coming from it. She watched the shrieking blur dash down
the street and wondered what Jason had done to excite Zig Zag so.
----
With a sharp rap on the door, she entered the room in which Jason and
she were staying. When he looked up, she held up her groceries and red
out the receipt which she had gripped in one hand along with the bag
handles. "Frozen Pizzas 14", 2; Ramen, Chicken, 10; Cola, 6 pk, 1; Hot
Water Thermos, 1." She grinned widely.
TBC
Not the best stopping place I admit...
~Amber, posthumously
(OOC: LMFAO You thought that was a BAD post?? No, it's not the
greatest, but I think it was flippin funny! XD)
"A band...yup..." Amber held the phone in numb hands, trying to mask
the boredom on her face as her granmum rambled on about her party.
"See Elisabeth, your mother--"
"Uh huh."
"--mentioned this Bard fellow to me. Said he was spettaklar, with his
little pokemons doing the instrumentals. I, being the kind and
charitable soul I am, who's always willing to try something new--"
"Uh huh."
"--decided I may as well try this fellow." The woman's eyes seemed to
screw up tight into her head for a moment and then she blinked
owlishly and pursed her ancient, painted lips. "Have you eaver heard
of this guy?"
Amber perked up slightly and grinned. "Ah yeah, I've seen him around,
crossed his path a few tim--"
Her gran cut her off to further her inquiry. "Oh? And what is he like?
Is he a niceboy or one o them rocker types, the yahoos who run around
like idiots?"
"He's a nice guy," she muttered, trying to avoid the fact that he ran
around like an idiot somewhat often. "See, gr--"
"I see, that's good. I would much prefer a nice, DECENT boy at my
party than another of those Led Zepplin types."
"Uh huh." Amber sighed, her responses again reduced to indifferent
affirmatives.
"My party, Amber darling, is in a month, to this day. Don't forget the
gift."
"Uh huh."
"Not that I'm rude like that, to demand a gift, but you're
grandfather's dead you know. He died raising you."
"YES, Gran, I know," Amber shot, suddenly angry that her grandmother
brought that up. It wasn't HER fault she had visited him and he
tripped and broke his skull. She tried to push the fact that it had
been SHE he had tripped over in the first place out of her head.
"No need to get snippy now," her Gran gave a sickening grin that
exposed her pearly dentures. "Now now, we all know you didn't mean--"
"Yes, we all know, Gran. What would you LIKE for your compensation
Anniversary gift?"
"Oh...I'm looking for another to add to my collection. A...what is
it...one of those 'Caterpies' are they? Oh do be a dear and bring me
one. I know you can."
"Yes, Gran, I'll try." Amber fought the urge to roll her eyes on the
vidphone. "Caterpie. Right."
"Well I shall see you there. Bring me that bug. Goodbye!" The image of
the squat old woman decked out in pearls and jewels disappeared.
Amber shouted in frustration at the payphone; the greedy, overbearing
lady was never kind to Amber, and constantly maintained that Amber
should bebe eternally punished for the accidental death of her
grandfather. She constantly gloated over her own wealth but never
shared it unless required, and was quite attracted to people who could
gain her social status. Being her only granddaughter, and having been
born into a lower-middle class family with almost no social merits,
she was not high on the woman's favor list. Not that Amber cared, mind
you. She knew it would be against her family's wishes to skip this
party if it were avoidable. She knew also that the trip from Newbark
to Hoenn was too far for their little family to make.
"Well...home." She reached down and picked up her groceries, and laden
down, returned down the streets to the hotel they were staying at. She
wondered vaguely how Jason was doing.
Just as she turned the corner of the street the inn was on, something
small, brown, furry, and giggly shot past, and she swore she heard a
"goo-goo-goo" coming from it. She watched the shrieking blur dash down
the street and wondered what Jason had done to excite Zig Zag so.
----
With a sharp rap on the door, she entered the room in which Jason and
she were staying. When he looked up, she held up her groceries and red
out the receipt which she had gripped in one hand along with the bag
handles. "Frozen Pizzas 14", 2; Ramen, Chicken, 10; Cola, 6 pk, 1; Hot
Water Thermos, 1." She grinned widely.
TBC
Not the best stopping place I admit...
~Amber, posthumously
my brain's shot so i can't remember ....), she tried
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