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Post by Roxy Salvador on Feb 16, 2016 23:59:16 GMT -7
Roxy followed Stricker in, placing four of her Pokeballs on the tray next to his. She moved over toward a vending machine, looking for a snack.
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Post by X on Feb 17, 2016 12:31:10 GMT -7
X shuffled in behind the other two. He placed his pokeballs in a tray, one at a time, getting a little lost between each one. After staring at the full tray for a moment he picked it up, blood smearing the left side, and meandered over to the front counter.
"Can... Oh. Sorry. Uh, yooouu... can?" He drawled at the nurse before sliding himself and the tray forward across the counter top. He then lost consciousness completely and smeared down off the counter onto the floor.
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Post by Nurse Joy on Feb 17, 2016 14:06:00 GMT -7
Nurse Joy gasped when the man collapsed. Within seconds, Chansey had collected the trainer, taking him to one of the closed rooms to bandage his wound and help him recover from passing out.
"We'll have your friend and all your Pokemon ready soon," Joy adopted a veil of reassurance as she spoke to the other two trainers.
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Post by Mr. Stricker on Feb 17, 2016 17:25:34 GMT -7
Soon after, Stricker grabbed his Pokemon from Nurse Joy.
He sighed, wishing he could explain something about the job before they left, but he had to wait for Bonham to regain consciousness.
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Post by Roxy Salvador on Feb 17, 2016 17:45:14 GMT -7
Roxy relaxed on the couch near the window of the lobby, sipping on a soda. Mr. Stricker approached and gave her her Pokemon. "Want some? It's grape." she asked.
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Post by Mr. Stricker on Feb 17, 2016 22:37:07 GMT -7
"I've got this," Stricker answered, pulling candy out of his pocket.
"Besides, you look like you haven't eaten in a year."
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Post by X on Feb 18, 2016 0:28:26 GMT -7
X opened his eyes to see a room full of basic medical supplies that didn't feel far off from being a closet. His first reaction was to check for his pokemon. He felt along the empty back of his belt, then his momentary concern was eased by the tray of pokeballs on the shelf next to him. Reaching for them, X was reminded of the discomfort in his left palm. He looked to see his hand, bandaged from the wrist up with fingers protruding. He felt a prickling sensation underneath and suspected that he had been given stitches. As he rose and collected his pokemon, a Chansey cracked the door to look inside. "Chan!" it exclaimed when it saw him standing.
"I was just, uh." X looked at his bandage. "Thank you."
As he said this the pokemon rushed over to him and took to his hand. She then pulled his face down close and inspected that, thoroughly, as well. Seeming satisfied with what she saw, the caretaker moved around X and began ushering him out. "Hey! Yeah, yeah, alright! I'm going!" When she got X to the front lobby the Chansey handed him a sports drink and a power bar and chirped happily at him before shutting the door. X looked up to see the two trainers he had arrived with and wasn't sure how to act.
"I uh, guess I lost a lot of blood."
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Post by Mr. Stricker on Feb 18, 2016 11:43:58 GMT -7
Now that the trainer was awake, Stricker brought them close.
"There's only one rule, when you accept a job from me."
He moved even closer.
"You must absolutely follow my lead, no question."
He smiled.
"I know neither of you know me, but I need you to absolutely trust me on this."
Stricker then turned, not waiting for their reply.
"Xatu, we have an appointment to keep. Let's make sure we don't miss it."
And with that, the group disappeared from the Pokemon Center.
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