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Post by Marcus Ridler on May 19, 2015 13:58:16 GMT
Voracious mouths dug into the same thick slab of grilled beef sandwiched in between two toasted sesame buns. The refreshing crunch of lettuce splashed Marcus and his Aipom's elated faces. Thick ketchup oozed over top of the greasy slice of melted cheese and patted the wrapping paper the hamburger was nestled in like cold drops of rain after a drought.
Hoisted in front of him was his backpack. Reversed as if he possessed a Kangaskhan's pouch, the front of his bag bulged outwards. A loose flap on top lightly rested on the glossy summit of an egg.
"SNKK SNKKK MUNCH MUNCH KRKKK KRKK MMNUNCH MMMMF," the two made symphonies, "OOF."
Until Marcus bumped into something—or rather someone. The hamburger flew out of the safety of its red-checkered wax paper. In the small gap of air between them, the hamburger divided into several parts, as if dissected by the wind. Charles the Aipom stared on in horror. He hadn't witnessed a tragedy like this; no, this was the first tragedy of his life.
It was the patty that made first contact. The disc of meat slapped against the person's back, the grill marks directing it downwards. Ketchup, lettuce soon followed and the bread, although slow to reach, simply bounced off the victim's shoulders.
Marcus frowned, "you have my burger..."
THE FIRST THING I LEARNED IS TO NOT CRY WITHOUT YOU. SECOND, TO NOT WALK ALONE. THIRD, EVEN IF IT HURTS, TO NOT CALL YOUR NAME AND LOOK FOR YOUR WARM HANDS.
MADE BY ★MEULK OF GS
Last Edit: May 19, 2015 13:59:22 GMT by Marcus Ridler
Post by easter holmes on May 19, 2015 18:35:47 GMT
baby, you’re caramel
Ugh. How could people eat like such barbarians? Easter stared around in disgust. People munched and crunched on their hamburgers and slurped up their drinks. This...was a battlefield. Easter's Skiddo stared around in mild interest.
She could have gone somewhere else to eat but this was the only place that served the salad she liked. Her order was up and she grabbed the plastic tray, making sure to wheel fast past a boy and his aipom. The way they ate...it was as if they hadn't had a meal in weeks.
Eating should have been done with dignity and respect. One needed to use utensils such as a fork and a spoon. Napkins were required as well. Easter sighed, when suddenly-
Bump!
Everything happened in slow motion. Easter could practically see all the ingredients in the boy's meal flying through the air, floating, hovering, and then slowly collapsing on her, buns and all.
And then time caught up and splat! She stared down at herself, lips open in shock. Skiddo bounced back in time to avoid the calamity and stared then at his partner in glee, as if happy for her.
"What-what just...happened. I-I..." She stared at the boy and then sucked in a deep, angry breath. "Yes, I have your burger...AND I'M TAKING IT WITH ME!" The last part was more of a cry than an angry outburst.
She raced away on her wheelchair, weaving through tables and people.
How humiliating! This had never happened to her before and now...now...she was going to hide from that place FOREVER!
No wonder the bump was harder than usual. His knees had racked against the hard back of a wheelchair. Not that it mattered anymore. Seeing his decapitated and dismembered meal splatter and roll across the girl as if it was blown apart by the grenade of clumsiness, tortured his half-full stomach. Ketchup didn't look good on a person. Marcus assumed some thought otherwise.
Marcus stared back—if one could call it a stare. His thin lines for eyes matched hers. A heat rose to his cheeks, though out of embarrassment or infatuation, he couldn't tell. The girl's boiled breath singed him, his toes curling as she looked ready to breathe fire.
"I'm... sorry," Marcus said, and he offered her a small smile.
But before he could elaborate further, her sudden, bullheaded response almost blew him into ashes, and his Aipom shrieked in horror. Certainly if Marcus wasn't going to eat the detatched patty, Charles, the gourmet Aipom, will.
"It isn't that bad! Ketchup and grease is a nice look on you? It could be a new seasonal fashion? The you-are what-you-eat summer line?" Marcus struggled to catch up with her, his lethargic steps dragging him past the tables.
"No, scratch that! You look like modern art! Maybe you're making a statement about gluttony!—No, I'm not saying you're like, gluttony-personified—oh my god I'm screwing this up—let me make it up to you! Wait up!"
THE FIRST THING I LEARNED IS TO NOT CRY WITHOUT YOU. SECOND, TO NOT WALK ALONE. THIRD, EVEN IF IT HURTS, TO NOT CALL YOUR NAME AND LOOK FOR YOUR WARM HANDS.
MADE BY ★MEULK OF GS
Last Edit: May 20, 2015 3:47:31 GMT by Marcus Ridler
Post by easter holmes on May 20, 2015 17:59:46 GMT
baby, you’re caramel
W-What the-?! The guy was chasing her now! What did he want?! Was he going to punch her?! All that for the last few pieces of a burger?!
Easter heard his shouts about "modern art" and "gluttony". Her face deadpanned. Was he calling her fat?! It wasn't enough he slapped his burger on her but now he was calling her fat! All she was going to eat was a salad! How...how cruel!
But she knew she could get away. She was faster. The boy was bumbling around, trying to weave through tables and customers alike and Easter was already full speed ahead. She soon saw the exits, her face alight with joy. She could escape this horror and forget all about it.
Suddenly, her wheelchair caught against the leg of a table and made a grand slam STOP!
Easter flew out of her chair and landed smack on her face, her body sliding across the floor easily because of all the ketchup and secret ingredients on her. She stopped short of the exit but was too shocked and horrified to sit up.
Post by Marcus Ridler on May 21, 2015 11:19:28 GMT
Easter's shape shrunk bit by bit as he chased after the red ribbon in her braided hair. Marcus made sure his backpack's straps remained tight. A heavy breath fell from his struggling form as he stumbled over a few legs. He, however was able to stay upright. Easter, on the other hand...
Hearing the loud smash of wheelchair against table, Marcus writhed. His back arched and a hot sweat spiked from his skin like the agitated hairs of a shocked Siamese. Déjà vu racked his senses as he saw Easter jet out from her chair much like his burger had moments before.
The astounding sound of impact made him cringe and during the small respite of disbelief, he made his way over to her fallen body. He pushed the wheelchair closer to her. Dropping onto his knees, he examined her from head to toe, worried about spotting any quick-forming bruises.
"Are... Are you all right?" Marcus said, curling his back forward as he surveyed her some more, "I didn't think I was that scary. Let me help you back into your chair. I got you, I got you."
The people around them had grown silent aside from one child who continued to eat as if he were slaying a dragon with his own teeth. Grumbling a bit, Marcus snapped upright and barked:
"If you're here to eat just eat already! Holy! Go back to what you're doing, it's fine!"
And with that, everyone resumed their feast albeit, allowing several sneaky glances towards the two. Extending his hands towards her, he waited for her permission to help hoist her back into the wheelchair. A small smile remained on his lips.
THE FIRST THING I LEARNED IS TO NOT CRY WITHOUT YOU. SECOND, TO NOT WALK ALONE. THIRD, EVEN IF IT HURTS, TO NOT CALL YOUR NAME AND LOOK FOR YOUR WARM HANDS.
MADE BY ★MEULK OF GS
Last Edit: May 21, 2015 22:36:51 GMT by Marcus Ridler
Easter blushed righteously when the boy helped her right up and back onto her chair. For someone who struggled to keep up with her, the boy showed great care and strength when he held her. Easter's heart skipped a beat but she told herself it was because she wasn't used to being held. She appreciated how he got upset and told everyone to basically back off. Easter didn't want to be stared at.
When she got back into her chair, she had expected to yell and roar like a demon awakening from slumber. Instead, she stuttered-"U-um, I-I, um, uh,"-and couldn't look at the boy in the eyes. Wait, eyes? She felt her face and dread overcame her.
Her glasses were gone! "M-My glasses!" She squinted at the boy, trying to see his face-which could have easily been mistaken for an outright glare. "Where are my glasses?" Her voice was high pitched and shaky so it was hard to tell whether she was in distress or getting ready to torture someone for evidence. The ketchup smeared across her face didn't make her look any less frightening either.
Marcus reflected the pinks in her skin, and although he was too nervous to completely match her in the eyes, he kept his cool. Any semblance of a pink elephant remained clear out of the hidden sclera of his vision. After setting her into the seat of her wheelchair, he looked her over once more. His hands softly curled around the handles of the chair and he leaned in slightly, as if he was at work.
The stutter surprised him, and while she may have dribbled her syllables before, this was the first time he had heard them so intimately. After all, she had exclaimed so boldly that she was taking his burger with him moments before. However, the spatter of ketchup across her face was admittedly, something made out of horror shows.
Marcus averted the "glare," and instead quickly slipped his hand into his backpack, beside and below the egg that he nurtured. Tugging out a small handkerchief, he dabbed her face once and as a pang of embarrassment seized his fingers, he set the fabric carefully on her lap.
"You have," Marcus took a breath, "some ketchup on her face. Here. You can tidy yourself up while I search for those glasses."
Taking a deep breath in, he dropped to his knees, before spotting a glint of light reflect onto his face. Charles, his Aipom had graciously adorned himself with the girl's eyes and snickered before fleeing.
"Charles, you! Give them back!"
The Aipom cackled and bounced on top of Easter's Skiddo, mimicking the motions of a trainer in battle before cartwheeling towards the wheelchair. Scaling the back side easily with his tail, Charles curled up on top of Easter's head. Using his tail, he set the glasses back on the poor girl's face.
THE FIRST THING I LEARNED IS TO NOT CRY WITHOUT YOU. SECOND, TO NOT WALK ALONE. THIRD, EVEN IF IT HURTS, TO NOT CALL YOUR NAME AND LOOK FOR YOUR WARM HANDS.
Easter couldn't stop the blood rushing to her face as the boy wiped the ketchup from her. He must have realized they were strangers (because strangers didn't do that kind of stuff!) because he quickly set the handkerchief down on her lap.
What came next almost made her pass out. The boy's aipom had taken her glasses, most likely from the floor. Oh, God, Easter knew what would happen next...! The aipom would either break her glasses, eat them, or worse...wear them...! Her lenses were so thick that it would have knocked anyone unconscious if they tried to wear them.
Easter imagined the aipom on the floor, fainted, with his trainer yelling at her for defeating his pokemon. Why was this her fault all of a sudden!? She didn't mean for this to happen...! She braced for the outburst, shutting her eyes but felt something on her head.
The aipom had given her glasses back, even setting them on her face. The shock had taken Easter's attention away from the fact he was on her head. She looked at the boy, who also looked too shocked and embarrassed to say anything.
Covered in a mess of oils and food, glasses returned by a pokemon, a strange boy who made her heart skip beats...these things were not normal! Especially the last one! Easter couldn't handle the situation anymore.
"I...I..." She took a big gulp and then...
She raced out of the restaurant, her skiddo right behind her (he obviously knew her too well). She didn't even stop to return the boy's handkerchief or say thank you or demand an apology. She was...the wind. A big whoosh swept over the spot where she once inhabited.
Easter would never go back to that restaurant even if her life depended on it! And she certainly hoped this would be the last time she saw that strange boy! When she looked down at her lap, the wind in her hair and sun in her red face (was it because of the ketchup?), she saw the handkerchief and almost toppled out of her wheelchair.
NOTES: RUN LIKE THE WIND, LASSIE! TAGGED:Marcus Ridler
Post by Marcus Ridler on May 28, 2015 18:06:34 GMT
Charles quickly skittered off Easter's head, startled by the abrupt departure of Easter. Marcus' fingers fluttered in the gust left behind. Perhaps they were reaching for his handkerchief, but more so, they were reaching for her name.
A small gap in between his quivering lips allowed a small sigh, and he let Charles crawl back onto his person.
"Well, Charles," Marcus said, "that just happened."
Snickering sharply, the Aipom ruffled Marcus' hair before curling up inside the collar of his shirt. A few seconds would pass before the sounds of sleep slipped into his reddened ears.
"Ah," Marcus said and he clutched his warm face, "I need some fresh air."
Marcus left the restaurant. Although his stomach remained unsatisfied, the fulfillment of a fateful meeting was enough for to satiate him for now.
fin
[note: easter is so cute; is it okay if you start the next thread on route 101? I'm sorry, I've been so busy. ]
THE FIRST THING I LEARNED IS TO NOT CRY WITHOUT YOU. SECOND, TO NOT WALK ALONE. THIRD, EVEN IF IT HURTS, TO NOT CALL YOUR NAME AND LOOK FOR YOUR WARM HANDS.
MADE BY ★MEULK OF GS
Last Edit: May 28, 2015 18:06:55 GMT by Marcus Ridler
