“ ... ”

                        goes to fuckin’ tackle his bitch ass. 

      starts obnoxiously blowing raspberries and making weird noises.

                “ —— that’s what you sound like. “

       tfw you come back from a long hiatus and don’t know what to do w/ all your old drafts...

           “ ... now you’re just being rude.                             figures, considering who i’m talking to. ”

          “ just ya nasty ass attitude man. pay no attention to it.                                        ya never usually do, anyhow. “

            “ excuse me did you say something ??                                all i’m hearing is an annoying high-pitched buzzing. ”

          “ pot, kettle, black. “

             “Happy frickin' Easter, nerds.”

semi-hiatus warning (12/2/15 - 12/19/15)

Hey hey! I know I haven’t been around, but it’s basically because of college. I have finals right around the corner && I’m swamped with term papers plus a hell of a lot of studying. I’ll return when I’m done with everything and I’m back in the safety of my own home with no more responsibilities for a month.

          SEE YOU ALL WHEN I RETURN!

relationship status: i am mean

╳ — @excntrique wants to battle!

( This city was HUGE. )

        Gary had heard rumors from people and  of course he’d seen things         about Lumiose City.    Even coming up on the city, he could see the         Prism Tower growing in the distance.  The moment he stepped into         the city,  he was immediately overwhelmed with the entire situation.         Shoot, how was he supposed to find the Professor here?   Adjusting         the backpack on his shoulders,   he sighed and started walking with         hardly a sense of direction in this place.      After losing his old map,         maybe it was time to invest in a new one, huh?

        It took a while,  but he did eventually find his way and pushed his         way into Pokémon lab,    completely embarrassed by the fact he         had initially went the completely opposite direction.     “Hello, I’m         looking for Professor Sycamore?       It’s Gary Oak  ---  Professor         Rowen’s assistant?” He called out to no one in particular. He was         no longer Rowen’s assistant, but it’s what he’d come to be known         as for the most part in his studies as a Pokémon Researcher.             WELL---besides the whole Professor Oak’s grandson thing.

         Starter call!

         Starter call!

            “GYM LEADER!?” Gary looked more surprised than anything             else. “You’re not the gym leader!”       Well, he knew there was              some weird stuff going on with ownership of that place,    but it             wasn’t this weird look-alike’s gym. He knew that much. “Fan?”             His jaw dropped for a moment, pointing over at him.      “I don’t             even know who you are!       You’re    the   guy dressing up like             Professor Oak’s grandson!  What kind of weird joke is THAT?”             He huffed,        looking to his Umbreon as she confused looked              between the two with some obvious confusion.        “Don’t YOU             start too, c’mere.”        He raised her ball up, recalling her back.

– ✮ Green was training his own Umbreon, which quickly took interest in     the female. Wild evolved Pokemon in this area weren’t common at all,     especially an Umbreon, it probably belonged to a trainer. “What’s wrong?     Did you get separated from your…” His words trailed off as he saw the     trainer come into his line of sight. What was this? A guy that looked kinda     like him? As he got closer, Green’s jaw dropped. The guy was him, with     maybe a slightly different clothing choice.

– ✮ “The deal with me? What’s the deal with you? Walking around looking     exactly like the Viridian Gym Leader! Are you some kind of crazed fan or     something? The fuck is this supposed to be? It’s creepy as hell.”

       “Noooope.”              Accentuating his point with a little ‘pop,’     he shrugged at her              overly dramatic response to this news.              “Okay, I get it’s               supposed to be GOOD, but what’s so special about it?”     He              sighed, rubbing the back of his neck.      “Fine, I’ll come get it              with you and try some. It better be worth this weather though.”

                             Gosh, it was just ICE CREAM.

“No, way!

  I mean, it IS cold (much to her dislike), but never for Castelia Ice Cream.   Have you really not had it before?”

Utter blasphmey! It has to be one of the main things to ever try when you were in Unova & they were so lucky that they had this last day to get some! It far exceeds any frozen treat to be labeled JUST ice cream.

“It better than any ice cream outside this region. They always sell out real quick, not to mention its only opened on certain days! And today is the last…! You’ll see what I mean if you try some.”

If she’s going to venture out into the cold wasteland of the region willingly it’s going to be for this ice cream.

    Gary pouted himself after   seeing   the   food   being    chucked into the trash.     “Hey, thanks.” He sardonically chided. ( though his aim was IMPRESSIVE. )     He pursed his lips and stared at him,   “Woof.”    He   knew this was no longer     the playful banter of their childhood     ---    no longer finding the joy in it or the     amusement in trying to get Ash riled up.       He’d lost that thrill years ago and     it seemed it wouldn’t work anyway.         He leaned away when Ash stood and     perked a brow at his temper.    Well, they still had a long way to go together to      just get back to friendship as much as  he   wished   they could go back to the      olden days of yore. Why did it all have to change?    This isn’t the lil’ guy he’d     been waiting years to see again... this wasn’t the kid he’d cried over. 

                       Baby steps.

                  “How about real tacos instead?”

      this egg salad smelled something sour.      that same pouting face twisted       something  comical  as  he  whipped  the  thing  out  of  his  sight  and with       shocking accuracy into the pit of a nearby bin. and so the glaring resumed. 

          “ —— well, you always did have a thing for big dogs. “

      a scoff more than anything else;  absent minded throwaway remarks.   the       thin enamel of his armour was composed of nothing but these days.      the       days of his fortitude standing tall against his demons were dead and rotting       somewhere on one of his distant, darker days. there was always something       left looking hollow about him now —- something soulless in each sarcastic       snarl.     he wasn’t fooling anyone.

      rather abruptly, he stuffed his hands back into his jacket pockets and stood.       the surly look puling his features taut resembled that of a moody teenager.

          “ can’t we just go get taco bell or something?            ain’t no one called the fun police on me today. hell no. “

           “Said the absolute  psycho  who should seriously be tested for           congenital insensitivity to pain with anhidrosis.”      Gary had to            admit it was hard to say that without his teeth chattering.    If the           sun had been out,   this definitely would’ve been more bearable.           HOWEVER  ---   it was already dark thanks to daylight savings            time and he’d never been more upset for that fact.      More like           grumpy actually.      He watched Ash try to sock him in the arm,           feeling nothing but a little bump.      He    grunted,   ears glowing           bright red with Dragonite’s   breath   coming   out   of  his mouth           with every breathe he took.       His hands were buried deep into           his pockets,   refusing to come out to even try retaliating.   With           a long sleeved shirt on underneath a vest and jacket,       it was           pretty obvious how ill-favored the cold was by him                                          “C’mon, can we go back INSIDE already?”

          “ why are you wearin’ all that? ain’t even cold out here man. “

      hark the lunatic out in the snow in nothing but a tank top and his steely       (if not completely stupid) bravado.  he won’t admit it, but when he jabs       the almost impenetrable surface layer of clothes gary’s wearing,  the       rigid joints of his knuckles ache.

                                                                                  no pain, no gain, right?

@oakiisms

          “Don’t be a (B R A T).”

           “ no —- no i will not play wonderwall for you. “

      “Interesting team.” His vague comment could’ve been taken in       a variety of directions      though he was patting himself on that       back for expecting such a composition.  They were hardly bad       Pokémon,           but somewhat predictable even if he only had        remembered two of them from what he’d seen on TV.       If his       memory served correctly   ---   Harley  wasn’t lying about their       strength.     He snorted in jest of the popularity comment,    not       denying it, but finding his confidence humorous.      “Yeah, that       rings a bell.” Brushing a hand through his hair,   he figured they       should get the pleasantries out of the way.   “I guess I shouldn’t       leave you in the dark then, huh?” He perked a brow, smirking a       tad, “I’m Gary Oak.”

          “Yes, my other Pokémon! My Ariados, Banette,            Octillery and Wigglytuff! I must say they’re quite            as strong as my Cacturne.”

     And he took pride in each and every one of them. Of course because of how he        had trained them, but also because they were his friends, and his company while      on the road. Though, as the other mentioned he might have seen him on the TV,      he smiled. Who wouldn’t have seen him on TV? Besides being an amazing      coordinator, he was quite a nice guy to look at as well.

         “The name’s Harley, maybe it rings a bell now?           But I’ve been on TV quite a lot, so you might have           seen me. I’m quite popular, you know.”