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Post by dubstep on Jun 3, 2013 1:53:45 GMT -5
Oh no. Not again.
"Go away old man!" shouted Gaylord Jacques Fransesque Rodrigue.
The old man squinted at the tiny baby children. "This is the eighth Gym, sonny. You've got a long ways to go before you're ready to come here."
"Shittlesticks!" shouted Gaylord Jacques Fransesque Rodrigue. "Kanisha, show him what for! We can't let this prickerdoodle stop us!"
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Post by smoothjazz on Jun 3, 2013 1:57:47 GMT -5
"yeah ok."
Kanisha blindly followed orders and kicked the old man in the shin before stomping into the gym. Old guys have taken this blocking their path thing way too far, and no self respecting ten year old girl would stand for that.
Violence held the door open politely, while Kanisha stomped right through the inner statues.
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Post by dubstep on Jun 3, 2013 2:01:27 GMT -5
Gaylord Jacques Fransesque Rodrigue stuck his tongue out at the old man on his way in, 'cause that guy was a meanie meanie douche weenie. Gaylord Remy Rephael Marinera stared into the old man's soul with his ice blue demon eyes and strangled him with his ribbons, sucking the life force from his body, but Gaylord Jacques Fransesque Rodrigue didn't notice. He glanced around the Gym to find that it seemed mostly dark and empty.
He coughed.
"Hello...? Are there any attractive older women in here?"
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Post by smoothjazz on Jun 3, 2013 2:04:01 GMT -5
"Nope." Lied Kanisha. "Time to take over!"
Kanisha took some safety scissors out of her backpack and prepared for war, while violence stayed back to attempt to give the old man cpr. It wasn't going very well.
Kanisha charged into the gym, safety scissors in hand. She was running with scissors.
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Post by dubstep on Jun 3, 2013 2:12:13 GMT -5
"Woah," gasped Gaylord Jacques Fransesque Rodrigue, "That's not safe...! Wait!"
He chased after her, and in the process tripped over a Gym Trainer's Rhydon. "Oh -- sorry, sir!"
The Gym Trainer was asleep, and snoring loudly, so he didn't notice. Rhydon growled at Gaylord Jacques Fransesque Rodrigue, and Gaylord Jacques Fransesque Rodrigue called for Gaylord Remy Rephael Marinera, who had conveniently just finished consuming the soul of the old man, came running. Rhydon looked at Gaylord Remy Rephael Marinera, and the first thing that came to its mind was, "What Type even IS that thing?" It began pondering this question, and became so entirely consumed by this question that Gaylord Jacques Fransesque Rodrigue was able to make a getaway. But, by then, he'd lost sight of Kanisha.
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Post by smoothjazz on Jun 3, 2013 2:21:17 GMT -5
Kanisha had made it to the depths of the gym. She had seen no trainers, but it seemed most of the lights in the gym needed replacing. In fact, the gym needed some serious work done. Violence was at the entrance, likely mourning the old man. But she didn't need him.
She used her safety scissors to cut a few lose wires. That'll show them. Of course, more lights turned off. Kanisha laughed ominously-- or at least, as ominous as she could make out, before running in deeper.
"Woah, hey, kid!" A gym trainer yelled. She looked about 27 or so, and was holding a whip. Kanisha went right to work with her safety scissors, trying to saw it apart. The woman slapped her away, before she went for her fingers. The safety scissors did nothing to the fingers but cause a slight pinch, so Kanisha let out a scream in terror at the woman's unbreakable skin.
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Post by dubstep on Jun 3, 2013 2:23:25 GMT -5
Gaylord Jacques Fransesque Rodrigue was scared out of his mind at this point, trapped in the dark, surrounded by muscular adult males and the screams of young girls. He was so frightened, in fact, that he cowered in a corner and began to cry.
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Post by smoothjazz on Jun 3, 2013 2:27:26 GMT -5
Kanisha kicked a pokeball off the woman's belt and immediately ducked down to write her name on it in permanent sharpie. Then she remembered she couldn't read, so she drew a smiley face on it instead.
"One down." She stated, plopping the pokeball in her bag.
"Hey, HEY!" Shouted Cola, the gym trainer. "Who do you think you are?"
"Kanisha."
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Post by dubstep on Jun 3, 2013 2:33:15 GMT -5
Gaylord Jacques Fransesque Rodrigue, presently a sniveling wreck, crawled his way toward the sound of Kanisha's voice. He accidentally grabbed at someone's arm, and, thinking it was Kanisha's, he whined, "Kanisha, is that you??"
"No," a deep, gruff voice replied.
It was not Kanisha. Gaylord Jacques Fransesque Rodrigue apologized.
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Post by smoothjazz on Jun 3, 2013 2:37:13 GMT -5
Kanisha came up from behind and kicked the big gruff voice in the butt.
"Yeah! Take that!!" she shouted, before realizing her kick had done nothing at all, and she may or may not have kicked a wall.
"Uh, Gaylord?" she called, suspicious of the dark surroundings. In the distance, a gym trainer snickered at Gaylord's name.
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Post by dubstep on Jun 3, 2013 2:39:03 GMT -5
"H... hhehehehee- sniffle -hheheh," giggled Gaylord Jacques Fransesque Rodrigue, "That was post #69."
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Post by smoothjazz on Jun 3, 2013 2:40:59 GMT -5
"Oh, there you are Gaylord!" Kanisha said, ignoring the fourth wall breaking shit he just pulled. "What are your spoils? I've only captured one so far, but it's a good start. Here, take these safety scissors."
She handed him her noneffective weapon as violence stumbled in crying.
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Post by dubstep on Jun 3, 2013 2:43:06 GMT -5
"O-Oh, okay..." Gaylord Jacques Fransesque Rodrigue whimpered, taking the safety scissors nervously. He latched himself to Violence's body promptly afterwards.
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Post by smoothjazz on Jun 3, 2013 2:46:02 GMT -5
Violence started to bawl, hugging gaylord tightly with his vines. Being a trainer's pokemon wasn't fun. Nothing was fun but card games, card games that he can never play again because of triggering thoughts of Gaylord Remy Rephael Marinera strangling an old man and draining his energy.
Kanisha then shouted to the entire gym: "I'M THINKING OF A NUMBER BETWEEN ONE AND TEN."
Six separate people replied "8".
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Post by dubstep on Jun 3, 2013 2:49:02 GMT -5
Gaylord Jacques Fransesque Rodrigue replied "3".
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