No One Said Life Was Easy

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Ireland huffed and slowed down under the female's suggestion, nodding silently in agreement. "Well," She breathed, "They're right around this corner..." Ireland slowed to a stop and caught her breath, breathing in her nose, out her mouth.

"We've the element of surprise... Let's make them pee their pants." Ireland suggested with an evil grin and a chuckle, flattening herself against the wall. She looked around the corner, spoting the three teenagers trying to wrestle Mag back into his Pokeball, but it wasn't working.

"By the way, my name's Ireland. I mean, my name is Erin, but, just call me Ireland." Ireland explained to the girl, since they had a bit of time. It was quite entertainign to watch the teenagers struggle to get ahold of their stolen Pokemon.

After the girl replied, Ireland would smile warmly to her. "Nice to meet you," She'd say. "Now, back to the current situation... I've got a plan... I'll distract them, and you rescue the Pokemon, but leave Razor, the Bayleef. I'll be needing him." Ireland explained, giving the girl a thumbs up before slipping around the corner.

Her walk turned into a saunter, and she placed her hand on her swaying hip, chuckling like she was full of herself. "Boys are sooo stupid." She stated in a rather preppy voice, catching the males' attention. "You can't even handle a wimpy ol' Pokemon! Ha, ha! My Pokemon are so much stronger than that big hunk of useless metal!" She bragged.

The teenagers nodded to each other and Ireland acted as if she was scared and backed herslef up against the wall. They males slowly approached her, each with an evil grin. Now, Ireland watched to see if Mag and the others got out safely, but leaving Razor there.

When it was all clear, the males were just centimeters away. Ireland dropped down onto her knees and shouted; "RAPE!" in her normal voice. Razor's head shot up and he huffed, stomping his foot on the ground. "BaaayLEEF!" Razor called as he charged, his head down. The teenagers shouted and jumped out of the way, sending Razor's skull into the brick wall. But that didn't stop Razor. When the Bayleef removed his head from the bricks, the teenagers sprinted off, shouting at each other.

Ireland sprang up and hugged Razor, her arms around his neck. "My savior!" She cried gleefully.
 
Itari chuckled as she watched the scene play out from around the corner where she was hiding with the rescued Pokemon. It had all been very clever, really. After introducing themselves to each other, Ireland had informed Itari of her plan. The brown haired girl had carefully slipped over to the Pokemon as Ireland swaggered around, teasing the three boys.

"Come on, big guy," she said softly to the Metagross, "we're going to go hide over there while Ireland and Razor kick some butts." She looked around then looked to Ramla. "Get the Pokeballs." The ghost type vanished, reappearing quickly with the six Pokeballs.

With some extra prompting, Mag reluctantly followed Itari away from the group of boys. "Into your Pokeball?" she suggested to the steel type. With a shrug, Mag allowed herself to be called into the red and white sphere.

Then everything was over and the teens had fled. Itari emerged from her hiding place, her Pokeballs already back on her belt. "Good job. You're Bayleaf's very protective of you, isn't he?" She smiled at the Pokemon. Catori, on her shoulder, also smiled, but it was more of a smirk than anything else. Itari shifted, jolting the grass type, then offered Ireland her Pokeballs back.

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Ireland grinned, giving her Bayleef affection for protecting her, and was also cooing over his head to see if he harmed himself in anyway. "By the looks of that hole in the wall, I think you used Skull Bash." Ireland observed before Itari emerged from behind the wall.

Grinning, she accepted her Pokebelt with a thanks. She nodded as she spoke of Razor. "Oh, yeah. He's very much protective over me, seeing his mother and father were attached to me. You see, I'm a breeder. I want to prove that a Pokemon bred for battle can win a Contest, and a Pokemon bred for Contests can win a battle. Just like Jingle. I'm sure you saw the battle my Oddish was in?" Ireland said with a smile, fixing her belt back where it belonged.

Ireland picked the Timer Ball off of her belt and tossed it in the air, Mag reappearing. "So you got him into his Ball, huh? Thanks, again," Ireland said with a smile to Itari before rushing over to her Metagross with an excited sqeal and threw her arms over his metal since she couldn't possibly hug her big teddy bear.

Mag gave off a softer roar, but it was still loud since Mag couldn't really help himself. "Oh, Maggie! I'm sorry for letting you be stolen..." Mag replied by growling and moving his front claws closer in, with an added nizzle to tell her it was alright.

"Ha, ha! Yup! I beat Erin Moonnite!" Cliff's voice rang with victory. Ireland growled and climbed up onto Mag's back, taking a huge breath before yelling, "IT'S IRELAND!" followed by a roar from Mag in agreement.
 

Allen
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The two girls may have found this situation funny, but Allen raised an eyebrow at them. They sure were pleased with themselves after getting their pokemon back. They even introduced themselves to each other; they seemed like two best buds already.

"You're darn right you should be sorry you let your precious 'Mag' be stolen," he said, walking up to the two of them, "What kind of a ditzy person lets their pokemon be stolen in broad daylight with people all around?! You two really should be more careful." He said it in his usual pompous attitude, standing there with his arms folded.

Singe sighed for what could possibly be the hundredth time that day. Did Allen always mean to come off as so insufferable?
 
Itari turned flashing eyes on the boy with the Quilava. The look was shared by both Catori and Ramla. The young trainer looked as though she wanted to say something threatening, but changed her mind. "Tell ya what," she said sweetly, walking right up to the boy and smiling at him. "Why don't you try paying attention to everything happening in your surroundings while still trying to heal a water logged Steelix? Sound good?"

'Hit him,' said Catori coolly, 'then see if he's still able to focus on everything.'

"Now, now, Catori, that wouldn't be nice. I think I'll just wait until the contest tomorrow. That ought to be a good enough slap in the face." She gave a slightly apologetic look to the boy's Quilava, then spun around and walked back over to Ireland.

"You're entered into the contest as well, aren't you?" She asked cheerfully, looking at Mag and Razor. "It ought to be a really good match."
 
Ireland looked down at the prissy rich boy who hadn't even introduced himself and he had been calling her rude? Please. Some gentleman he was. "I'm that kind of ditzy person, but at least I found my stolen Pokemon, and at least they forgive me!" Ireland retorted, "And I think you're the one who should be more careful around females because something tells me you're not a gentleman in any sort of way. I'd watch that mouth of yours or you may not have anything left to chew with." Ireland threatened.

She looked over at Itari as she stood upon Mag, feeling rather tall. WHen she asked about the Contest, Ireland grinned and nodded, standing in a more proud position. "You bet!" She said with a grin.

"I think it might be best for you to meet the rest of the team, huh?" Ireland suggested, removing several Pokeballs from her belt. "Jingle!" Ireland called, her Oddish popping out to stand beside her. "Phin," The Golduck appeared standing before Mag. "Cotton!" The Altaria cried happily, doing a few flips in the air before landing gracefully. "and, Foxy!" The shiny Vulpix appeared at her side on Mag.

"This is the team that will hopefully win that grand prize. I don't care much about the money, I just need the stones... A Sun Stone for Jingle, and a Fire Stone for Foxy, but we've been a little tight on money lately." Ireland explained with a shrug. Ireland looked around at her Pokemon. "Hmm," She hummed. "Anyone hungry?" There was a loud cry of combined calls,all of her Pokemon agreeing. Ireland chuckled and hopped off of Mag, setting down her backpack to dig out a large jar of Pokemon food. "I've got enough for everyone," Ireland said, glancing at the prissy boy to Itari with a smile.
 

Allen
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After Itari's comment, Allen frowned, "I probably could have managed attending to a Steelix and watching my pokemon, considering I don't surround myself with them. Honestly, why everyone seems to think it's okay to just let all of their pokemon run amok rather than keep them in their pokeballs is beyond me. After all, that's why they were invented." He seemed quite un-fazed by her anger.

Singe looked up at him, familiar with this reasoning. She was used to being in her ball all of the time now, but there was a time when Allen never put her in there. Oh but those times were gone now. Time changes everything, regardless of feelings....

When Ireland commented, he suddenly looked quite offended. "I, Allen McDermott, not a gentleman?! Well, maybe it's because there are no ladies around to be a gentleman too! Did you ever think of that?!" he said hotly. With that he turned on one heel and began to strode off, mumbling things about "We'll see who wins" and "Who's not a gentleman?!"

Singe returned the apologetic look she had been given with one of her own, and looked to Catori and the other pokemon. 'I'm sorry; I know he seems rude, but he was kind enough to find Ireland to tell her about those boys. He just went about it rather rudely,' she said quickly before turning to follow behind Allen.
 
Ireland stood, becoming rather annoyed with Mister McDermott's tone. She approached him, calmly and slowly. "I still have no idea who Mister Allen McDermott is, and why he suddenly rules the world, but that doesn't mean he has to be rude. Whether I dress like him or not, I am still female and will not act as such a lady until I meet the side of Mister Allen McDermott that deserves to meet Erin Kathrin Moonnite, the lady." Ireland said, not raising her tone at all, she looked at him emotionless.

Ireland stared at him for one extra moment before slowly turning around to knees back down the the jar of Pokefood that she had been working on for was seemed like forever, and now she'd created the perfect recipe. Ireland removed a small, red, square cloth from her back pocket and placed a small pile of the Pokefood. Carefully she tied the ends together and called Foxy forward. "Here, give this to the boy's Quilava... She looks a bit hungry." She told her VUlpix. Foxy nodded and trotted off after the polite Quilava who appologized for her trainer's behavior.

Foxy soon caught up with them, asking the Quilava to stop for just a moment with a muffled, "Vuullpix." If the Quilava did pause to face her, she'd set the cloth on the ground and nudge it towards her. 'My trainer wanted me to give this to you. It's really good! She made it herself... Well... I guess I'll see you tomorrow, then. Good luck!' Foxy would say before turning to trot back to Ireland who was serving food to all the Pokemon who wanted some.
 
Itari looked around at Ireland's Pokemon, her eyes lingering on the oddly colored Vulpix she called Foxy. "Did you breed her?" she asked, kneeling down to look at the Pokemon. "She's what's known as a shiny Pokemon, right? I've never seen this color in a Vulpix before so I suppose she must be."

Catori, meanwhile, had hopped down from Itari's shoulder to hear what the Quilava had to say to her. She smiled and nodded. 'I understand. My trainer can be a bit of an idiot at times, too.'

"Well, I might as well introduce you to my team. It's not the whole team. I have one more Pokemon but he's currently with Professor Elm." She took the tree Pokeballs still holding Pokemon and tossed them into the air. "Meet Almose," she said as the Furret in sunglasses appeared, "Flit," the Yanma circled his trainer's head excitedly as he was called out, "and Liridon, also called Liri," the little Larvitar gave Ireland a blank look then walked away from the group to sit by himself. Itari sighed then nodded to Catori and Ramla, "That's Catori, and that's Ramla."

Ramla floated over to Flit and began looking him over. 'Good, you're not hurt. Come on, you look hungry. Let's get something to eat.' Flit nodded enthusiastically and followed the ghost type over to the food.

Itari politely took a portion and walked over to Liridon. "Why don't you come over and meet Ireland and her Pokemon?"

Liri slowly took a piece of food from his trainer but shook his head.

"All right," the girl sighed, placing a gentle hand on her Pokemon's rough head, "eat up. We're entering in a big Pokemon contest tomorrow and you'll need your strength."

Liridon nodded and took a second piece of food. Itari smiled at him then rejoined the group.
 
"Yup!" Ireland said prouldy. "I bred my little Foxy from a Ninetales and an Arcanine. Her mother had the most beautiful coat I've ever seen." Ireland explained to Itari, setting down several bowls of Pokefood.

Ireland grinned, watching Itari release her Pokemon and nodded. "So, you don't like evolving your Pokemon, or do they choose not to evolve?" Ireland questioned before she let out her Larvitar. Ireland tried so hard not to coo over him, but... HE WAS SO CUTE! Ireland wanted to pick him up and squeeze him, but the small Pokemon seemed sort of anti-social. "Oh, my gosh..." Ireland squeaked in her attempt to contain her excitement of meeting one of her favorite Pokemon.

When the Pokemon walked away, Ireland was sort of discouraged, but she just grinned at Itari. "I love your Larvitar! Liridon, right? Oh, he's so cute! I don't want to, uh, scare him, though..." Ireland explained in a fuss.

Mag's fearful whine caught Ireland's attention. The large Metagross looked down at all the small Pokemon, nervous he might step on one of them. But, Ireland wasn't the only one wanting to coo over all the small, unevolved Pokemon. Cotton, Ireland's motherly care-giver Pokemon, seemed very happy with all the smaller Pokemon hopping about.

Razor was finally able to converse with his pre-evolution, the Chikorita that Itari owned, but, of course, Jingle had to tag along with Razor, Razor knowing that the small Oddish liked to be around other Grass-type.
 
Itari chuckled, looking back at Liridon. "Little Liri isn't skittish, he just prefers to hang out by himself. I'm not really sure why. If I can convince him to come over, he'll probably let you hold him for a moment."

Her eyes traveled over her Pokemon as Ireland voiced her question about the stage of her Pokemon. She smiled. "Catori simply doesn't want to evolve. She likes the stage she's in. Almose had no objections to evolution because he thought his Furret stage was so much cooler than his Sentret. Unfortunately the evolution didn't help him much in size. Flit doesn't really want to evolve his evolved form makes him nervous. I know he would if I asked him to, but I won't. Ramla doesn't think she would look as pretty as a Muumajii, though she absolutely adores Dark Stones. And Liri, well, I'm not really sure why he won't evolve. It's not something we discuss much."

Again, Itari looked over at the small green rock type. He looked up from his meal to see her watching him. His face remained expressionless but his red eyes seemed to soften a little before he went back to eating.

"I do have one Pokemon that's fully evolved and quite large, Rorie, but he's with Professor Elm right now. I'm supposed to get him back in a few weeks but that won't be until after the contest. It's a shame though, I think he'd be a big help."

Catori grinned at the Bayleaf as he neared with the little Oddish tagging along. 'So,' she said, sitting down and flicking her leaf out of her eyes, 'what brings you and Ireland to Lilycove?'
 
"Well, Liri hasn't met anyone like me, I bet... I must admit, I am very much obsessed with Pokemon, worrying about their health and what not... I don't really scare the Pokemon as much as I scare their trainers. I try to give them advice on how to make their Pokemon stronger for what they're using it for, but no one really likes to take advice from someone who likes the physically check Pokemon... Its hard to check a Pokemon's health by looking at them because its their instinct to hide it. With most Pokemon, if you're sick or hurt, you're the one going to be eaten." Ireland explained.

When Itari told her about why her Pokemon hadn't evolved, Ireland nodded with understanding. "Razor doesn't want to evolve, either. He'd rather live up to his name and bear his razor sharp leaf than bear a huge flower about his neck." Ireland said with a smile. "I've got quite a few un-evolved Pokemon with Professor Cherry. I'm sure you've never heard of her, but she's a new, young Professor who is obsessed with red Pokemon. She also is more interested in breeding Pokemon since Professer Elm discovered that Pokemon come from eggs. Professor Cherry runs a Breeding and Egg Farm, that's where I breed all of my Pokemon." Ireland explained.

Ireland looked over to Itari as she spoke of a large Pokemon that had evolved, that wentby the name of Rorie. She didn't say what species of Pokemon Rorie was, and now Ireland was very curious. "So... What Pokemon is Rorie?" She asked.

Razor smiled warmly to the Chikorita, laying down beside her and watched as Jingle took her usual spot between his front legs. Catori asked him what brought he and his trainer here, and Razor smiled, looking away up to the sky. 'Well, Ireland very much likes Contests, and also there's a beach, and she spoke of a grooming store in the Department Store... But, mostly, we're just traveling. Ireland loves nature, and she loves Pokemon. Exploring is another hobby, so traveling is fun with her around.' Razor explained, reutnring his gaze to Catori. 'Razor...' Jingle said, gathering his attention, 'What's Maggie doing?'

Razor lifted his head to look over at the large Pokemon, who was kind of qwivering in a corner. 'He's afraid of stepping on one of the smaller Pokemon.' Razor explained, 'While Cotton is kind of cooing over them...' Razor said, looking over at the Altaria who was perched on Mag's back, watching Itari's Pokemon with glee. 'She kind of belongs with Miss Cherry at the Egg Farm, or at a Pokemon Center... Maybe we could get Nala back if Cotton was gone. Or maybe I could convince Ireland to bring Dad back on the team...'

'But, Razor, Troop is getting elder... He can't fly anymore...' Jingle innocently reminded him. 'I know he can't. He's becoming an old Tropicus, but he's still my Father... I wonder if Ireland would send me back for a day with my parents.'

'You know Ireland would be lonely without you!' Jingle objected. 'Well, maybe we can all travel back to the Farm. Miss Cherry did say that Ireland had a few new Eggs in that she wanted. They're never going to hatch if Ireland doesn't take them.'
 
"Liridon probably wouldn't appreciate being examined by strangers. I'm no breeder or nurse, but I do know enough to keep my Pokemon healthy. You are right about them hiding their weaknesses, though I think this lot has different reasons. Almose likes to act tough, Ramla's very proud, Catori's stubborn, Flit tries really hard to be brave, and Liridon, well, he's Liri."

Itari smiled when asked what kind of Pokemon Rorie was. "Ah, Rorie is my secret weapon. I think your Professor Cherry would like him. His name literally means 'The Red King'." She left it at that.

Catori looked over at the giant steel type pressing itself against the wall. 'She doesn't need to worry. None of us are foolish enough to get under her feet. Well, Flit might be, but he can fly.'

As she said that, the Yanma fluttered over and landed next to Cotton. He grinned, fluttering his wings excitedly. Ramla scowled at him and floated over as well.

'So,' the Chikorita said, turning her attention back to Razor, 'your dad's a Tropius, huh? I don't have such an interesting history. Mom and Dad were both Meganium as I was actually bred for new trainers.' She stood, stretched, then sat back down again. 'Itari brought us to Lilycove to challenge the gym leader here. We're aiming for the Hoenn League.'

'Yep, yep, yep!' Said Almose cheerfully, scampering past the group of grass types towards his trainer.

Catori bowed her head in something like shame and flipped her leaf over her head to cover her face. 'That's Almose,' she said in a dull tone.

Itari smiled as Almose scampered over and stood on his hind legs beside her, grinning from behind his sunglasses.
 
Ireland nodded slowly, "I know, most Pokemon don't nessesarily like to be handled. I'm sorry if I was seeming to imply that you don't know how to take care of your Pokemon, I mean, they all appear very strong and healthy! But, also, when Pokemon are owned and trained, they usually don't hide their weaknesses, unless their trainer is abusive." Ireland said, smiling.

Ireland looked over at Itari as she spoke of Rorie, and instantly believed he was a Nidoking. Ireland chuckled lightly and smiled, nodding in understandment. "I think Professor Cherry has at least three." Ireland told Itari. She turned her attention to Mag, who was still in the corner. She smiled and chuckled again. "Maggie, love, you can hover." Ireland reminded Mag.

Mag growled in rememberance and began hovering over the smaller Pokemon. Mag felt better about that.

'Yeah, well, Mag doesn't know that,' Razor said to Catori, 'Ireland likes to call Mag her 'Big, Metal Teddy Bear'.' Razor explained with a light chuckle. 'Yeah, my father is a Tropius. He has great stats, Ireland told me. I was bred for battling, but Ireland still enters me in certain Contests. But, thanks to my Dad, I've got a higher Hit Points than your normal Bayleef.' Razor explained.

Foxy rushed over to Ireland's side, beginning to paw at her leg. 'Ireland! Ireland, I smell her!' Foxy yipped. "Who?" Ireland asked. 'Her! Her!' Foxy yipped, jumping. "Who do you mea-"

"Erin Moonnite. What an... Unpleasant surprise." A stuck up voice said. Ireland lifted her head, seeing the Queen of all *****es, Miss Prissy herself, Victoria Valentine. "What's scum like you doing around here?" She asked, extending an extremely thin finger at her. "Oh, her..." Ireland said to Foxy. Ireland sighed, "Why does your emormous nose want to know?" Ireland asked.

"I thought I smelled geek." Victoria sneered. "I know the perfect man for you. He just left down the street. Mr. and Mrs. Prissy. I can picture it now... Perfectly disgusting." Ireland said, refering to Mister Allen McDermott, the obvious ruler of the world.

There was an odd meow sound, and Ireland's attention was turned to the Delicatty at Victoria's side. "Did your Delicatty just get run over by an out-of-control Miltank?" Ireland asked, refering to the Delicatty's ribs, which were very thin. So thin, you could see its ribs through it's fur.

Victoria ignored Ireland completely and looked around at the Pokemon in the square they were having lunch in. "What ugly thing is that?" Victoria asked, pointing at Ramla.
 
OOC: ...You want to get her killed, don't you? XD

IC: Itari's expression became one of instant dislike, but it was nothing compared to Ramla's. Her entire body began to quiver and soon a thin mist appeared around her. Flit hopped into the air again, scrambling for cover while still giving Victoria a dirty look.

Catori gulped and covered her back with her leaf while placing both paws over her head. 'If I were you,' she said to Razor and Jingle in a muffled voice, 'I'd take cover.'

Liridon remained where he was, though he seemed ready to move at any moment.

'Ugly...thing!' The ghost Pokemon choked, soaring away from Mag and Cotton and over to the girl who had issued the insult.

"Now, now, Ramla," Itari said hastily, holding a very nervous Almose in her arms, "It's not worth killing over."

'No one calls me a thing and gets away with it,' Ramla hissed, 'and no one calls me ugly and gets away with it. I am Ramla, queen of ghost Pokemon and maiden of the stars. I am not a thing,' she spat the word, 'and I am not ugly!' The mist around her thickened and she vanished within it. Then two haunting red eyes appeared, glaring at Victoria with the utmost loathing. Mean Look.

"Well," said Itari with a sigh, "it could be worse. Once she blasted a Pidgey with Psywave for laughing at her."
 
(( Oh, I try. ^^ Victoria is based on a person at school. *shrugs* ))

"Uh oh..." Ireland mumbled as the Ghost Pokemon looked extremely enraged. Victoria didn't seemed phased.

Razor glanced at Catori and gave her a slightly nervous look. 'What do you expect me to do? Curl up in a ball?' Razor asked sarcastically. Jingle seemed pretty scared, so Razor pulled her in closer and curled his neck around her side, covering the Oddish with his leaf.

As Ramla approached Victoria, she bent down the grabbed her Delicatty. She help the Pokemon before her to block the attack that was originally directed at her. Ireland stared at her with the utmost disgust. How low could see go?

Victoria yawned slightly and flipped her hair. "Nothing but losers here. I suppose I'll see you, Miss Moon-ugly at the Tournament tomorrow." Victoria said before walking out of the square.

"Moonugly? That was the best comeback I've ever heard." Ireland said sarcastically. "It'll take me forever to recover form that one."
 
Ramla started after the retreating girl but Itari hurried over and snatched her out of the air. "If you really want to get her, beat her in the contest tomorrow. Or we could always report her for abusing her Pokemon. No trainer who cared even a little about their Pokemon would let it starve like that. And no trainer with a heart would use their Pokemon as a shield."

'In my eyes she's not a trainer, she's a stupid kid with Pokeballs.'

The girl sighed, releasing the ghost Pokemon and shaking her head. "I agree, but she's probably registered." She turned to Ireland and asked, "So, you two have met before? I take it she's something like your rival?"

Catori uncurled herself and looked up. 'Is it over?' she asked, looking around.

Flit fluttered over and landed beside her, his wings twitching in an agitated sort of way. 'That girl was really mean. She shouldn't have called Ramla ugly.'

'I know it,' the grass type replied with a sigh, 'but that didn't prevent her from doing it. I rather hope we don't face her in the contest. Her Pokemon don't deserve an extra beating for what their trainer did, and by the looks of her Delcatty an extra beating might cause them serious harm.'

'Don't worry, Cat, Ramla wouldn't take revenge on someone who didn't do anything wrong.'
 
Ireland sighed, looking up at Itari. "She's not like my rival... She is. I beat her at everything she throws at me, but then acts like she lets me win. I just need to beat her at her own game for her to notice. All I need is a male friend that's attractive even to her. She'll go off and flirt with him, but if he likes me better than she'd get the message that I'm better than her in every way." Ireland paused to sigh again, "But isn't that kind of low? I don't want to stoop to her level... It probably stinks down there." Ireland said, kind of talking to herself.

'I think so,' Razor replied to Catori, lifting his head from the scared Oddish. He watched at Flit flew over to join them and he sighed and shook his head. 'You don't know the half of it. Scratch that. You don't want to know the half of it.' Razor said. 'I wouldn't worry about battling her. She'll be beaten before we even face her. I'm sure of it.'
 
OOC: Oh Victoria sounds like a real winner... XD


Allen
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"I still can't believe I ever followed those two...," Allen muttered to Singe, "Ungrateful's the word!" He was still walking with his arms swinging angrily at his sides. What had he done to deserve such treatment?! He was, after all, the best-looking guy around; shouldn't they just be swooning over him or something? And what was with Ireland's last comments? Allen doubted that she could ever be anything that remotely resembled a lady.

Singe was carrying her bag that Foxy had given her. She was glad that the others hadn't judged her on Allen's poor performance. She would wait until Allen stopped somewhere and then eat the food. She was actually beginning to like being out of her ball, though the experience was not like it had been before. She looked up at Allen with a curious look. Allen could read her body language quite well, but he didn't understand her words like those girls could with their pokemon. Why was that? What could they do that he couldn't? Singe wondered, and didn't know what the answer could be.

Allen slowed down a bit in his pacing, "Why should I let such peasants bother me anyway? I, Allen McDermott, getting all worked up over two dumb girls...." He then looked over to see a rather skinny girl making her way away from the square he had just come from. She was rather pretty, but skinny, and Allen vaguely remembered seeing her go into the square as he was leaving. He had been so mad at the moment though, he probably hadn't noticed her. She had a Delcatty with her, which looked like it too needed to eat more.

Stopping as Allen stopped to look, Singe glanced at the girl too. She didn't like the looks of her; she seemed too much like the women back home. Those girls were nothing but trouble, as she and Allen were well aware of. Singe nudged Allen to tell him to move. 'Who cares if she's pretty, Allen, let's just go,' she said, willing him to understand.

Allen looked down at her. "What? There's nothing wrong with looking!" he said to the Quilava, not understanding a word.
 
OOC: Sorry, brain dead. Umm, when is the contest going to start?
 
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