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Post by Laurel Allard on Apr 17, 2016 19:12:38 GMT
HAVEN'T YOU HEARD WHAT BECOMES OF CURIOUS MINDS? Rain was pounding on the walls and ceiling of the greenhouse, and Laurel looked up at it, frowning. She hoped that the storm didn't ruin any of the plants in the gardens below. It was one of the rare days that the garden was closed due to the weather, and Laurel was in her private greenhouse tending to the plants she had gathered for her practice. Plants filled the shelves so thickly, the greenhouse was more like a jungle than anything else. The Leader sat deep in the back of her greenhouse, happily sketching pictures of the plants in her journal. She should probably be actually working with the plants but she felt more like relaxing than actually working. Working was boring. Working was for boring people. Her parents probably wouldn't approve of her work ethic, but it wasn't like she didn't actually get stuff done. She just...did it at her own pace. Laurel signed her name at the bottom of her page, and smiled. "There, all done."Zahra and Cypress had been lying nearby and gave little noises of encouragement. "Thanks, guys. Glad you like it."A big flash of lightning lit up the room, followed by a loud crack of thunder. Laurel flinched a bit. She never was a big fan of storms, but there wasn't really anything she could do about the storm. Another flash of lightning, and the lights went out. "Uuuuuuughhhhhh," she groaned. Words: 239 Tag: Jeffery O'Donnell Notes: Not very good, but I'm sure Jeff can use the rain and darkness to his advantage.  |
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Post by Jeffery O'Donnell on Apr 18, 2016 0:36:43 GMT
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For once in his life, Jeffery was stuck in a random studio recording a commercial on a Sunday. Why? Well, his scummy agent decided to sign him up for something without any sort of warning, knowing that the small-town big-shot couldn't cancel any sort of gig at the last second. That just looks bad to anyone willing to hire him. "I freakin' hate you, Mike..." Was the only thing he could utter out before being dragged into the make-up room. To top this abominable day off, the weather started to churn up some storm the moment he took a step outside the studio. Which means one thing: no flying home. Great.
Pouting like a child, Jeffery began to leisurely stride down the city's side walk, ignoring the obvious incoming thunderstorm. Even with today being a complete bust, the guy at least wanted to enjoy the fleeting time he had left here in the city. Courmarine City was one of his favorite cities, after all! Though, the ports here are nothing compared to the stunning beach back in his hometown, he thought while watching his rock skid across the water. Before Jeffery could continue to compare the two a little more, the wind decided smack him right in the face. "God dang it." He muttered with a loud grunt3, finally realizing the severity of the storm. "Better take shelter..."
But where? Every store around appeared to be close, and the hotel was a dangerous distance away from him. The only place he could possibly take cover in was....her place. Usually he wouldn't mind visiting her, given the fact that they are still friends, but... going to her for help was a completely different matter. See, with their vicious cycle of competitions still being a thing, going to her for help would almost be like admitting defeat and Jeffery would never do that. Losing is the one thing he despises more than anything else, so even uttering the words, "I need your help" is like taking a knife and plunging it into his own heart.
Unless...
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The walk to Laurel's greenhouse was treacherous, mostly due to the rain that continued to lightly tapped him on the head like an annoying older brother. It was all worth it though! Throughout the walk there Jeffery had devised a plan suited to make his 'friend' feel the bitter taste of humiliation, which would cover up the fact that he was taking shelter at her place! Well, not true humiliation - he's no monster, after all. "Get ready, Laurel. " Jeffery whispered to himself, clutching onto his prank supplies as if they were gems.
Without a second to waste, the teenager makes his way through the greenhouse's entrance, making sure to not make a single sound when closing the door. Then, like a thief attempting to rob a wealthy old man, Jeffery tip toed to a hiding spot behind some plants. Any idiot could predict the incoming power outage, so he took it upon himself to use that disaster as an advantage. And, once the lights eventually gave in, he sent Jingles (who he had summoned right before entering the green house) to place the very special items onto of Laurel's chair. She was surely going to get up at one point, and when that happens, Jingle would be there.
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Post by Laurel Allard on Apr 18, 2016 20:43:48 GMT
HAVEN'T YOU HEARD WHAT BECOMES OF CURIOUS MINDS? Laurel never really liked the dark, ever since she was a little kid, and she was starting to get a little freaked out. She really wished she had thought to teach one of her Pokemon Flash back when she had the chance. But where was she ever going to be stuck in the dark like this? Oh wait, that was now. She got up, feeling around for Zahra and Cypress. "Hey, guys? Can you go look for some flashlights or something?" She heard them both chitter and then take off out of the room from the other side door. She held her sketchbook close to her, trying to figure out what to do. She didn't want to leave, just in case something happened to the ceiling and it needed to be patched up. Lightning and thunder crashed outside and she made a little noise under her breath, trying to calm down. She thought she saw something out of the corner of her eye when the room was briefly lit up, but she played it off to her imagination. Cypress and Zahra weren't back yet. She felt her way back to her chair in the dark and sat down. A loud and long "pffffhhhttt" came out from under her. She jumped up, screaming. "What the-?" She grabbed whatever was on her chair and held it up in front of her face to get a good look at it. A whoopie cushion. How the heck did this get here? There was only explanation. It was him. This kind of thing was always him. She rolled her eyes. "Okay, O'Donnell. Get your butt out here." She crossed her arms and tapped her foot, all sense of fear of the storm gone. She couldn't help but have a grin on her face, though. He did get her after all. She was totally going to get him back for this someday. Words: 316 Tag: Jeffery O'Donnell Notes: N/A [/quote] |
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Post by Jeffery O'Donnell on Apr 20, 2016 0:24:25 GMT
[attr="class","trying"] [attr="class","we1"] [attr="class","lost1"]nothing is better than a sunny day [attr="class","rise"] [attr="class","dying1"] [attr="class","mouths1"]The cool darkness continued to wrap itself around him, constantly attempting to remind about the current storm outside. It was as if the harrowing winds weren't enough. These constant reminders were cut short when a loud farting noise erupted from the area Jingles waddled to not too long ago. "Nice!" It had been quite a while since his humiliating defeat at the store, so this single victory was enough to evoke the widest of grins. Even Jingles, who barely enjoy playing a role in these pranks, felt a slice of her trainer's endless pride. "Okay, okay. Light up the room now, Jingles."
Without another second wasted, the cute little fluff ball did a little twirl. A flash of glimmering light soon followed, Illuminating the room from her blue bulb. Jeffery then began to waltz over to her now smiling competitor. The way she chose to smile through this embarrassing defeat boggled his mind. How could she even do that? If the roles were switched, he would already be thinking up another way to get her back! Was she doing that as well? These questions continued to grow odder and odder as he made his way over to Jingles and Laurel. They even distracted him to the point where he was speechless upon reaching the two. "Oh, uh, gotcha!" He stammered out, coming back from that little exploration down into the depths of his own mind.
"And now we're even." A playful smirk was plastered onto his face as he stood there, looking directly at her. This serious look didn't last too long though. It only took a few seconds before something else caught his eye - a peculiar sketchbook right next to the chair. "Ooooh! What is this?" He cooed, regaining his childish persona. "I didn't know you like to draw!" Picking up the sketch book, he began flip through the pages, making to sure to keep an eye on Laurel. If she tried to snatch it back from him, he would be ready. [attr="class","lying1"]✎ @ulla , ulla [newclass=.we1]background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/Sm2fHln.jpg);height:380px;width:400px;padding-top:120px;overflow:hidden;[/newclass][newclass=.avatar]background-color:#363636;width:50%;padding:10px;opacity:.9;transition:1s;border:#666 1px solid;padding-top:30px;padding-bottom:30px;transition-delay:2.5s;[/newclass][newclass=.lost1]font-size:12px;font-family:Alegreya Sans SC;color:#fff;letter-spacing:2px;padding:10px;background-color:#363636;opacity:.9;border:#666 1px solid;width:50%;transition:1s;margin-top:10px;margin-bottom:10px;transition-delay:2.5s;[/newclass][newclass=.trying:hover .lost1]opacity:0;transition:1s;[/newclass][newclass=.trying:hover .avatar]opacity:0;transition:1s;[/newclass][newclass=.rise]padding-top:25px;height:475px;width:400px;background-color:#272727;opacity:.8;margin-top:200px;transition:2s;transition-delay:1s;[/newclass][newclass=.trying:hover .rise]margin-top:-360px;transition:1.5s;transition-delay:1s;[/newclass][newclass=.dying1]width:80%;padding:10px;background-color:#1a1a1a;border:#444 1px solid;opacity:0;transition:1s;[/newclass][newclass=.mouths1]color:#eee;font-size:10px;text-align:justify;height:370px;overflow:auto;padding:5px;[/newclass][newclass=.lying1]width:80%;padding:3px;background-color:#1a1a1a;color:#777;font-size:10px;text-align:left;border:#444 1px solid;margin-top:10px;padding-left:10px;padding-right:10px;opacity:0;transition:1s;[/newclass][newclass=.trying:hover .dying1]opacity:1;transition:1s;transition-delay:2.5s;[/newclass][newclass=.trying:hover .lying1]opacity:1;transition:1s;transition-delay:2.5s;[/newclass][newclass=.trying ::-webkit-scrollbar]width:7px;[/newclass][newclass=.trying ::-webkit-scrollbar-track-piece]background:#444;border-left:3px solid #1a1a1a;border-right:3px solid #1a1a1a;[/newclass][newclass=.trying ::-webkit-scrollbar-thumb]background:#000;border:#444 1px solid;[/newclass][newclass=.dying1 b]color:#508ACC[/newclass][googlefont=Alegreya Sans SC] |
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Post by Laurel Allard on Apr 20, 2016 1:14:37 GMT
HAVEN'T YOU HEARD WHAT BECOMES OF CURIOUS MINDS? Laurel jumped when the greenhouse was suddenly filled with light. She turned her attention to the Pokemon responsible and nodded her thanks to it, but only for a second. Jeffery came into view and stammered out his victory. "Nice, definitely a strong way to start out," she said with a laugh. It was the best thing to do - laugh and smile and act like she wasn't totally mad that he pulled one over on her. Give herself an air of confidence. Her mind was already reeling with ways to get him back anyway. "Yeah, yeah, we're even alright. Just you wait. I'll get you," she said with a wink. She twirled the whoopie cushion around two fingers before tossing it on the table next to her. Her smirk didn't last as long as she would have liked because at that very moment, the kid dove for her sketchbook with a little coo of pure delight. "That's not for you to look at! Give it back!" she protested. Laurel never let anyone look through her sketchbook. Sure, it was just drawings of plants and flowers, but it was private. The same thing with her ocarina playing - she wasn't about to play any solo concerts any time soon. She bit her lip, and went to reach for the book, knowing he wasn't going to let it go that easily. This guy never let anything go, as she learned from that day in the shop. He just had to have that dumb item - she couldn't even remember what it was at this point. She wasn't sure how she was going to get it back. This guy was easily a foot or more taller than her. Curse her terrible short person genes. She decided to jump for it, knowing it probably wasn't going to work. Words: 301 Tag: Jeffery O'Donnell Notes: haha this poor short girl. i understand you. |
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Post by Jeffery O'Donnell on Apr 24, 2016 10:38:58 GMT
Psssst! I'm sorry for being so late with this post! I'll try to be better with this, but with upcoming tests coming along... I might be a lil late from now til the end of May. I will still post and keep ya updated if I can't for a while, but overall things will just be a lil slower. [attr="class","trying"] [attr="class","we1"] [attr="class","lost1"]nothing is better than a sunny day [attr="class","rise"] [attr="class","dying1"] [attr="class","mouths1"]Never has Jeffery considered himself to be tall in any sort of way. While 5’10” is a normal height for a male of with his genes, 6’0” was always the target height he strived for. He can faintly remember chugging down gallons of milk just to improve his height, and it worked to an extent. None of those fond memories mattered at very moment though, because - thanks to arceus - he was taller than his victim. “I just want to look at ‘em!” He hollered, keeping the sketchbook well above his head. “Just lemme take a look!”
This little scene went on for a few more minutes due to their absolute stubbornness. One of them wanted to see the sketches, the other one didn't want anyone to see their sketches - so how should this be resolved? By going with Jeffery’s side, of course! “Jingles, you have to do it. “ The look he gave his pokemon could easily be read as 'just do it., while the look Jingles gave him was more of a 'I don't to hurt her though. These two continued to shoot these obvious glances at one another til Jingles finally gave in. She squeaked once, trying to say sorry to Laurel before attempting to hug her right foot. Once this possible assault would succeed, Jingles would proceed to step 2: charge up electricity. In theory, this should send a small pulse of electricity through her. At most, this still maneuver would merely shock the gym leader for a few seconds or so.
While that little show went on in the background, Jeffery, who assumed nothing less than success, began to flip through the sketchbook. [attr="class","lying1"]✎ @ulla , ulla [newclass=.we1]background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/Sm2fHln.jpg);height:380px;width:400px;padding-top:120px;overflow:hidden;[/newclass][newclass=.avatar]background-color:#363636;width:50%;padding:10px;opacity:.9;transition:1s;border:#666 1px solid;padding-top:30px;padding-bottom:30px;transition-delay:2.5s;[/newclass][newclass=.lost1]font-size:12px;font-family:Alegreya Sans SC;color:#fff;letter-spacing:2px;padding:10px;background-color:#363636;opacity:.9;border:#666 1px solid;width:50%;transition:1s;margin-top:10px;margin-bottom:10px;transition-delay:2.5s;[/newclass][newclass=.trying:hover .lost1]opacity:0;transition:1s;[/newclass][newclass=.trying:hover .avatar]opacity:0;transition:1s;[/newclass][newclass=.rise]padding-top:25px;height:475px;width:400px;background-color:#272727;opacity:.8;margin-top:200px;transition:2s;transition-delay:1s;[/newclass][newclass=.trying:hover .rise]margin-top:-360px;transition:1.5s;transition-delay:1s;[/newclass][newclass=.dying1]width:80%;padding:10px;background-color:#1a1a1a;border:#444 1px solid;opacity:0;transition:1s;[/newclass][newclass=.mouths1]color:#eee;font-size:10px;text-align:justify;height:370px;overflow:auto;padding:5px;[/newclass][newclass=.lying1]width:80%;padding:3px;background-color:#1a1a1a;color:#777;font-size:10px;text-align:left;border:#444 1px solid;margin-top:10px;padding-left:10px;padding-right:10px;opacity:0;transition:1s;[/newclass][newclass=.trying:hover .dying1]opacity:1;transition:1s;transition-delay:2.5s;[/newclass][newclass=.trying:hover .lying1]opacity:1;transition:1s;transition-delay:2.5s;[/newclass][newclass=.trying ::-webkit-scrollbar]width:7px;[/newclass][newclass=.trying ::-webkit-scrollbar-track-piece]background:#444;border-left:3px solid #1a1a1a;border-right:3px solid #1a1a1a;[/newclass][newclass=.trying ::-webkit-scrollbar-thumb]background:#000;border:#444 1px solid;[/newclass][newclass=.dying1 b]color:#508ACC[/newclass][googlefont=Alegreya Sans SC] |
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