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| Theemptyhouse | Jun 9 2009, 12:10 PM |
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Valentines day was fast approaching. This, or course meant that the festivities were about to begin in heart isles. People from around the region, nay the world, gathered to try and find the one they were destined to be with. Tickets had been bought. Reservations had been made. There was no backing out now; not with love on the line. None could escape, including those who had been duped. “I believe I’ve been duped, Spook.” Conan gazed at the blatantly pink vessel before him. His smile was still there, though it had shrank from its usually size. Sighing, Conan glanced at the ticket and note in his hand. It shouldn’t have surprised him, his sister was always doing extreme things like this. Every new fad she found she shoved Conan into first.(The only exception being clothing and stuff that was prohibited to girls only.) Sure, she usually thought up a clever excuse, but he knew the truth. She was more timid than she wanted to let on. Thus she had sent him here with the promise of a contest, and instead sent him to valentines day celebration with this simple note: Dear Con, Yes, I tricked you. But this is for your own good. You need to find someone who will tolerate your obnoxious yet lovable behavior. You need a life. Get a girlfriend already. Or at least break a few hearts. Wake up and smell the roses. Try to be suave. Be cool. Make me proud, dummy. Love, Kayla “Ha, I should have seen this coming.” He put a hand to his red hair covered head,” You know this worries me a bit.. This must mean Kayla’s getting more interested in guys, wanting to start going to these things, dating, and all. Hmm.” He took off his glasses and cleaning them, his green eyes still fixed on the ship. Shaking his head he chuckled, “Well at least there’s tournament, eh spook.” The Duskull just nodded at her strange pale trainer. Truthfully it was the tournament which scared her the most right now. She should’ve seen this coming. Well his clothes certainly weren’t there to attract someone special. However, his clothes seem to suit him just fine. Why his purple hoodie, although slightly baggy on his frame, was quite comfy. The orange t-shirt underneath was still there if he needed to cool off and take it off. His brown cargo pants with many pockets, erased the need for a poke ball belt, and allowed him to carry a smaller supply pack. Additionally, his worn tennis shoes were /made/ for aimless wandering, and long walks. It was all about function, not fashion. That was the speech he made about his clothes. Though one would hardly expect such a messy, laid back looking guy would be a coordinator. “Appearances can be deceiving” seemed to be a law with this guy. Though his clothes certainly matched his calm, easygoing personality. Maybe the girls would like his personality. Conan put spook on his head, like a hat. Then again, maybe not. He was doomed. |
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| Valetine's Day Plot · Events | |
2:27 AM Nov 28
