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goes to fuckin’ tackle his bitch ass.
starts obnoxiously blowing raspberries and making weird noises.
“ —— that’s what you sound like. “
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tfw you come back from a long hiatus and don’t know what to do w/ all your old drafts...
#➤┆ᴏᴜᴛ ᴏғ ᴘᴏᴋᴇ́ᴍᴏɴ┆#{ do i delete them??? do i reply anyway??? }#{ i need to redo my tags too ew }#{ sos this blog is a mess }
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“ ... 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. “
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“ excuse me did you say something ?? all i’m hearing is an annoying high-pitched buzzing. ”
“ pot, kettle, black. “
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“Happy frickin' Easter, nerds.”
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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!
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relationship status: i am mean
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╳ — @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.
#excntrique#➤ ⓥ ┆ʙᴇʏᴏɴᴅ ᴛʀᴀɪɴɪɴɢ┆#// hope this is okay!#// feel free to message me for anything different
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Starter call!
#➤┆ᴏᴜᴛ ᴏғ ᴘᴏᴋᴇ́ᴍᴏɴ┆#// for mutuals#// any other takers?#// gonna go take a shower then start on some of these prob#tbd
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Starter call!
#➤┆ᴏᴜᴛ ᴏғ ᴘᴏᴋᴇ́ᴍᴏɴ┆#// for mutuals#// i have a few more drafts to do but if anyone wants a small thing feel free to like this#// even if we already have another thing#// also IM me or shoot me an ask if you want to plot a longer thing#// i'll probably do these tomorrow bc it's getting late and i'm a sleepy uni student
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“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.”
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“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.
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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. “
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“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
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“Don’t be a (B R A T).”

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