Grabbing Breakfast [Open]

[whitey]

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,width:450px, bTable][style=height: 200; text-align: justify; line-height: 14px; font-size: 11px; font-family: helvetica; color: #222222; background-color: #fff; padding: 10px; overflow:auto;]The morning sun was rising in the sky as a group of Pidove fluttered off the top of a building. A sleepy-looking girl strolled through one of the many alleys of the bustling city, rubbing one of her eyes with her hand. She looked as if the last thing she wanted to be doing was walking around aimlessly yet that was exactly what she was doing. An Emolga soared in the air above her head, appearing to be keeping a watchful eye on the trainer below. He swooped down suddenly, landing smoothly on White's shoulder. Surprised a little bit, she blinked and tilted her head to gaze at Eli. "Don't do that to me," she murmured with another yawn. "You'll give me a heart attack." She'd learned to be more careful since joining Nox, but that didn't mean she couldn't be caught off guard. Just as she was about to round a corner, she paused. First, she peered around the corner and glanced in every direction. Once White was satisfied that everything looked safe, she continued on her way. Eventually, she reached the middle of the alleyway where there was a backdoor to a restaurant. Before they entered, Eli scurried into her pink bag to conceal himself. She smiled down at him as she turned the door knob and stepped inside. She was immediately welcomed by a waiter who ushered her inside with a quiet voice. She nodded her thanks to him and took a seat at one of the empty tables, letting her bag strap drape over the back of the chair. Her Emolga peeked his head out for a moment, then quickly emerged back inside of the bag. Soon enough, a waitress came over to take her order. "Hmm... I'll have pancakes and a glass of milk." she ordered, smiling to the waitress. She handed her menu back since she already knew what she wanted. Seeing as how it would probably be a short while before White would receive her meal, she made herself comfortable in her chair. Time slowly passed by. It felt like a long time, but eventually, the waitress returned carrying a plate full of pancakes a glass of milk in her hands. She carefully set it down on the table as White eyed it hungrily. "Thank you!" she said, grinning. The teenage girl wasted little time in decorating her pancakes with some butter and syrup. She then began eating with her fork perhaps a bit too quickly. Luckily, the restaurant wasn't that crowded and there wasn't anyone around to see her eat like she was starving. [/style]

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[surge]

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[atrb=style, background-color: #efefef; border-top: 3px solid #f3f3f3; border-bottom: 3px solid #494949;] [STYLE=font-size: 10px; line-height: 15px; color: #595959; text-align: justify; width: 90%;] it wasn't until white got her pancakes that surge came out from the kitchen; wiping his hands against himself to get any remain soot off. with a grim grin, he waved to the cook in the back before placing a wrench into one of his camo coat's many pockets. he really did have a knack for being an electrician, following his escape from kanto. odd jobs like these kept him sharp and self-sustainable aboard his ship. but sometime he just had to go abroad. today was one of those days. it had been a coincidence that this dainty little restaurant was having electrical problems, nothing major, but still a problem. normally, surge kept a low profile but no one in unova really recognized him and the offer had been too tempting. free breakfast and some perishable goods for his trouble. the crew could use an actual meal for once. taking a seat among the many empty stools that lined the diners bar, surge donned his thick shades, shielding his eyes and intentions from anyone around. with his gaze kept secret behind the blackened glasses, he glanced around, eying a few of the other customers. most of them lined in with a typical morning crowd, a few adults that matched his expectations, but there was also a younger woman. with the location of the restaurant and her rather young frame, surge could only question her choice in eatery. maybe the place was just that good, or maybe she just didn't fear the dangers that lurked the streets. she wouldn't be alone. of course there were tactical retreats, but otherwise, surge stopped for no man or mon. surge didn’t' have to wait long, only long enough for the pancake batter to cook. he was met with a jug of orange juice and a platter of two pancakes, a pair of sausage links, bacon strips, and several over easy eggs. a swig of that precious vitamin c steroid was all he needed to prep his meal. glancing over the condiments, he emptied several tiny containers of jam onto his pancakes along with his butter. he didn't spread it, he just plopped them on the poor cakes before wrapping his meats and eggs with it. it was a force of habit. that's how he ate, shoveling as much food into his mouth as possible while expending the least amount of energy in manners and chewing. of course he kept himself clean and avoided a mess, which would be counterproductive to conserving energy, which is the only reason he avoided adding syrup. with three heavy bites and a series of gulping, surge was already halfway through swallowing his protein burrito. another gulp of juice forced the food down and surge took a heavy breath. some would say he ate like a dog but he knew- he knew that a soldier was always happy for a decent meal and time couldn't be wasted with social pleasantries. food is food; energy is energy; enjoy the taste for a moment and be happy for today's meal. a simple ideology that kept with him since his earliest years in the military. that and keeping tabs on the exits. his body shifted in the stool, carrying a slight spin on the chair as he faced the fire exit, the back exit, along with the store front. always ready to engage at the first sign of trouble. he gave white one last hard stare from behind his sunglasses before his eyes returned to patrol, garnishing the exits with heavy alertness. the last few days had been tame and pleasant... too pleasant. a stark contrast to his home in vermillion... [/style]

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[whitey]

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,width:450px, bTable][style=height: 200; text-align: justify; line-height: 14px; font-size: 11px; font-family: helvetica; color: #222222; background-color: #fff; padding: 10px; overflow:auto;]All appeared to be peaceful and quiet, something White was extremely thankful for. In this day and age, it was difficult to find even a moment's worth of peace. Everyone was looking over their shoulders with wary eyes. No one could be trusted fully. Since the development of Lux and Nox, she had done her best to adapt to the forced changes that came. What she missed dearly was the sense of freedom and being able to see the good in anyone that she met. Now, she found herself questioning one's background and how her meeting with them would affect her. Traveling alone never did not help her any more than it did the next person, but being on her own also meant that she didn't have to depend on anyone else. Of course, she did admit to herself that she missed her friends more than anything. The war had created a divide between the four of them; Cheren and Bianca in Lux and Black and White in Nox. Despite this fact, White tried to remain positive. Nothing, not even a civil war, could possibly distance her from those she'd known her entire life. Even if two of them were on the opposite side, she knew things would work out for the best when it all came down. So absorbed in her thoughts and well, her food, she didn't initially notice the strong-looking man exit from the back of the restaurant. Shaking her head, she returned to cutting her pancakes into little pieces before shoveling them into her mouth one by one. Eventually, as she let her gaze wander the area, she happened to notice Lieutenant Surge seated at a table of his own. She had to glance at him more than one time just to try to grasp at what exactly he was doing with his meal. It looked as if he'd wrapped a few things into his pancakes and then began eating it. This caused White to raise an eyebrow in disbelief. She then shrugged it off, returning to finishing up her own meal. Even though her attention was mostly focused on eating, her gaze still wandered back to the blond man from time to time. Boy, he sure was eating that... thing quickly. Eli, who was getting a bit restless from inside of White's bag, peeked his head out again. He followed White's gaze to the man across the room. At the sight of him, he almost wanted to hide back in that bag just to be sure that he was safe. He was tall, muscly and intimidating. Not a good mix for a timid little Emolga. White took immediate notice of Surge's gaze in her direction and meekly tried to pretend as if she hadn't been looking at him as well. Instead, she noticed Eli's head peeking out and gently gave him a push to hide again. Grumbling, the Emolga scurried back into the safety of the bag. White kept on eating her meal, though she seemed to be a bit more nervous than earlier. She just hoped Surge hadn't noticed her staring because it wasn't the polite thing to do. And most of all, she didn't want to be approached by someone as intimidating as him. So, White kept on eating and eating quietly. [/style]

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[surge]

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[atrb=style, background-color: #efefef; border-top: 3px solid #f3f3f3; border-bottom: 3px solid #494949;] [STYLE=font-size: 10px; line-height: 15px; color: #595959; text-align: justify; width: 90%;] one last bite was all surge needed to finish the rather quaint meal. while it was a decent amount of food, it wasn't quite enough to hit the spot for a bulky figure like surge. trying to fill the ever empty void in his stomach, he washed down the rest of his juice before leaving the plates to be picked up. almost mockingly, he crumped a few napkins from the dispenser and swiped them against his lips. satisfied with the very few smidges of jam that had caught onto his lips, he beckoned for a waitress. despite working for his food, he gave her a few bills for her trouble, one of his old habits kicking in again. with a small smirk, he sent her off to fetch his supplies before turning his attention to the rest of the diner. and then he caught her in the act! surge swore he caught eye contact with white, taking notice of one of her fleeting glances. whether it was out of disgust, fear, or curiosity, that was an open invitation. with his food done, and his hand arguably clean, surge took out his fingerless gloves and slipped them on. with a light smirk at their snug fitting, he slid off the barstool and began making his way toward white with each large step. with the repeated sound of his boots clanging against the tile flooring, surge got closer until he could give her a more detailed inspection. perhaps he had been wrong to approach someone so young, but he wasn't used to having to make such social interactions. back in vermillion, he knew everyone and vice versa. The only strangers he had to deal with were the foreign trouble makers that would get their fair "welcome". surge fully well knew that he was quite intimidating. the ruffled hair, bulging muscles, towering height; his image reeked of a meat head. which honestly wasn't far off, but it didn't do too well for talking to children. unsure of how to seem more... friendly, surge absently mindedly engaged in one of his many, many old habits, rubbing the rough of his knuckles against the fabric covering his palm. while it seemed innocent to him, it only enhanced image of a rough and tough bully. but his question was innocent enough, even if it was delivered with a deep voice with a half-way grunt. "you wouldn't happen to be a trainer, would you?" it was quite clear that surge was also a trainer with his prominent pokeballs. unlike most trainers, who wore theirs on their waist line, surge replaced his old gun placement with his pokeballs. the quickest to the draw was always the first to shoot. two on his hips, two near his armpits akin to his shoulder pistols, one around his neck, and his hidden spare back up laid against his right ankle. a perfect spread for effectively getting his whole team out in a the manner of several miliseconds. but, hopefully, that wouldn't be needed today. [/style]

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[whitey]

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,width:450px, bTable][style=height: 200; text-align: justify; line-height: 14px; font-size: 11px; font-family: helvetica; color: #222222; background-color: #fff; padding: 10px; overflow:auto;]He wasn't going to approach her. No, he definitely wasn't going to approach her. After all, she was simply sitting there and enjoying the meal by herself. Nothing suspcious about a teenage girl eating breakfast alone in a shady restaraunt. Then why did those loud footsteps sound as if they were getting closer and closer? Not wanting to look just in case she was wrong, she tried to quickly shovel what remained of her meal into her mouth. The Emolga in her bag watched from where he was, his curiousity drawn by the sounds of footsteps approaching them as well. White knew that he was standing there now, but she didn't want to admit it to herself. What would a tall and bulky man like that want with her, anyway? She looked like your everyday girl from Unova, nothing too special. Perhaps she did have the look of a young trainer, but that couldn't possibly be enough to draw the stranger over to her. Or, well, maybe it was. The question caught her off guard and she visibly flinched at hearing the voice. Eli shifted a bit inside of her bag, his eyes glued to the towering Surge a couple of feet away. "You wouldn't happen to be a trainer, would you?" "H-Huh?" White stuttered, quickly swallowing the food she'd been chewing. She took a fast couple of glances at their surroundings before allowing her eyes to wander back to Surge, a somewhat intimidated expression on her face. She nodded meekly as her mind raced with different thoughts. Mainly, she was wondering why he wanted to know such information from her. Maybe he'd caught her fleeting glances and simply wanted to know why she was being the nosy one. "I am," she confirmed at last. "And I'm assuming you are, too?" Despite her asking, she already knew the obvious answer. Yet, she didn't know why she was telling this information to a complete stranger who'd marched up to her and asked. Probably because he was twice her size and could easily pummel her. Probably. "Are you from around here?" she went on to ask. Why was she even bothering to continue this conversation? If she'd really wanted to, White could have easily upped and left the restaurant without giving an explanation. Still, she sat in her seat, her eyes watching Surge now. [/style]

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[black]

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb= width, 450px, true] [STYLE= background-color: #f8f8f8; width: 350px; height: 150px; padding: 6px; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; overflow: auto; margin-top: -310px; opacity: 0.9; color: #5C5C5C;] The sound of Pidove cooing jolted Black from his slumber, he slowly lifted his head from his deep blue bag and rubbed his mouth to make sure he hadn't drooled during the night. Satisfied that his mouth was drool-free, he slowly stretched his body and pushed himself up from the patch of grass he was laid on and shook the blades of grass stuck to his jacket off and looked up to the bright morning sun shining down on him. "What a beautiful day" was all that escaped his mouth as he looked in awe up at the sky above him. Before he could think about anything his stomach let out an eerie rumble and vibrated violently to alert Black that it needed filling, He winced at the pain and looked over at Carra his Tirtouga who was on the grass next to where he had been sleeping just staring up at him " I guess your hungry too then Carra? Lets go find somewhere to eat" Carra happily responded and slid itself over to Black's back and climbed into it with his head poking out of the top, No matter how many times Black saw this it always brought forth a laugh from his stomach and his mouth erupted in chuckles and guffaws and it took him a minute before Carra snapped him out of it by biting his shins sharply "OW, IM SORRY CARRA! YOU KNOW HOW FUNNY YOU LOOK IN THE BAG!" He rubbed his shins as Carra slipped back into his bag and grinned up at Black, He smiled and slipped the shoulderstrap over his shoulder and slowly lowered it down so he supported the weight of the bag and Carra chimed up at him. "Carraaa" Moments later Black was on the move running through Castelia weaving his way through the huge crowds who rushed through the city to and from work. Carra grinned and hummed lightly as they snaked through the crowds working their way towards the back alleys of Castelia. As he reached the back alleys he was slowing to a halt before he stopped and checked all around him to make sure nobody would see him, questions would be asked if he was seen entering a shady part of Castelia and would be made even worse if it was a Lux member who saw him. After being positive that nobody would see him he slipped into the alley and continued walking down it until he reached his destination, A cheap restaurant in the back alleys of Castelia, cheap food, tasty food and most of all...He had seen White making her way here not long before that. He peered through the windows of the restaurant and saw White and rapped loudly on the window next to her hoping she would notice him and began to make silly faces at her by pulling on his cheeks and crossing his eyes and then pushing his palms into his ceeks and sticking his tongue out to create silly faces. Before waiting for her reaction he noticed a large burly fellow wandering towards her and he decided it would be best to maybe just go in and eat and watch what happened and step in incase his friend was in danger. As he walked in the waiter pushed him towards the table behind White's and handed him a menu and whipped out a pad to jot down Blacks order. Black scanned the menu before muttering up to the waiter "Full English Breakfast Please and some food for my Tirtouga, Water type. Thanks" The waiter quickly wrote it all down hurriedly, bowed and rushed off to the kitchens to give them his order. Black leant back in his chair and pulled Carra out of his bag and placed him on his lap whilst he kept his ears pricked to hear what the man was discussing with White curious to find out. [/style]

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