Yaziyo
Everyone's favourite Arab
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- 17
- Years
- Sitting in front of a bar shouting out obscenities
- Seen Sep 19, 2023
Yaz dried himself after his bath and made his way to the nondescript bed which he had hastilly thrown his bag on before his bath. He emptied the backpack onto his bed, trying to remember if he had packed any more clothes than the ones he had been wearing when he departed. Onto the white sheets a number of items fell.
The first items were 5 pokeballs, 2 used were used and 3 empty. Next came a broken Pokeball, broken by the wild Butterfree which the aspiring trainer attempted to capture in the forest, it was now useless. The Pokeballs were then smothered by a crumpled brown lump which once used to be a white T shirt, before it was mud-slapped, used as a towel and stuffed into a backpack. Giving the bag a shake, 2 pairs of underwear dropped out, clean, although very wrinkled. With the underwear emerged three single socks, one black, one white and one grey. He glanced over at the socks he wore when he departed, now at the door of the room, one was brown and the other navy blue. Why the hell didnt I bring any matching socks?
He stared at the assorted pile of items, not sure what to do with them. He then went back and picked up the rest of his clothing from the floor, while at the same time putting on a pair of briefs, now covering himself from his probably very distressed Pokemon. He picked up his baggy blue jeans, stained with mud, and took his walet out of its pocket. He picked up his two black sneakers, their soles covered in mud. He picked up the odd socks he had quickly put on while departing home many hours late, the day before. He picked up the navy-blue jumper he had put on in the Viridian Forest guardhouse, it was easily the cleanest article of clothing in the room, except maybe the grey sock, that didn't look too bad.
Yaz then realised his predicament, his clothes needed cleaning and he had no clothes to wear on the way to getting them clean. He repacked his bag, returned Afro and Oddish into their pokeballs for a rest, wrapped himself in a towel, grabbed the dirty clothes and his backpack and left the room. Searching for a washing machine, he eventually found a small laundry room.
"Damn..." He muttered to himself as he looked at the state of the room. The tiled floor was covered in soapy foam and was extremely slippery, it took him a great deal of effort not to slip as he slowly made his way towards one of the machines. Without much thought, he threw his clothes into a top loading washing machine and picked up a box of detergent that was sitting next to it. He measured out a cup of detergent from the box, which had been nearly emptied by the user before him, and poured it in with his clothes (he had become quite skilled at washing his clothes ever since he started steaking out in the middle of the night, leaving his clothes to carry many interesting odours).
He stood in front of the machine, wearing no more than a towel and shoes, for around 10 minutes while the clothes went through the various stages of washing. Eventually, the machine stopped spinning and he withrew his clothing from the machine.
As he moved over to the dryer, he felt something hard in one the pockets of his jeans. He put his hand inside and out came a sleek red object. His Pokedex, given to him personally by Professor Oak, had just been through the wash.
"Crap." He blankly said, as he wiped it on the towel which was hanging around his waist and threw his clothes into the dryer. He opened it to see if it still worked.
"Ursaring, the Penguin Pokemon." It announced, unprompted. On the screen was a picture of a Lotad. Yaz stared at it, unsure what to do while the dryer began to whirl. "Type: Bird, Normal. Attacks: Water gun, Water gun, sky attack." It then continued. Finally, it added "Electivire is the pre-evolution of Kangaskhan" before displaying a picture of a Great Ball.
"Crap." He repeated. "Crap." He had ruined his Pokedex. So many people would kill for a Pokedex and he had put it in the damn wash. "Crap." He then concluded.
The dryer soon stopped, and he withdrew his clothing in much the same manner as he did from the washer. He threw the towel onto the wet floor and pulled on the jeans, followed by his white T-shirt which was at least 4 sizes too big. He decided to go back to the lobby of the centre and see if the others were still there so made his way there. As he arrived, he spotted the small group of familiar faces and began to make his way towards them. As he got close, the boy who's name Yaz had neglected to ask approached Fenra and threw a punch. His attack appeared to hit its target head on, and there was a connection between a fist and a jaw.
"YEAH! Hit that mofo!" Yaz heard himself yell. He was unsure why he said it, he wasn't a violent person, but even he would admit that he enjoyed watching a fight as much as the next guy.
The first items were 5 pokeballs, 2 used were used and 3 empty. Next came a broken Pokeball, broken by the wild Butterfree which the aspiring trainer attempted to capture in the forest, it was now useless. The Pokeballs were then smothered by a crumpled brown lump which once used to be a white T shirt, before it was mud-slapped, used as a towel and stuffed into a backpack. Giving the bag a shake, 2 pairs of underwear dropped out, clean, although very wrinkled. With the underwear emerged three single socks, one black, one white and one grey. He glanced over at the socks he wore when he departed, now at the door of the room, one was brown and the other navy blue. Why the hell didnt I bring any matching socks?
He stared at the assorted pile of items, not sure what to do with them. He then went back and picked up the rest of his clothing from the floor, while at the same time putting on a pair of briefs, now covering himself from his probably very distressed Pokemon. He picked up his baggy blue jeans, stained with mud, and took his walet out of its pocket. He picked up his two black sneakers, their soles covered in mud. He picked up the odd socks he had quickly put on while departing home many hours late, the day before. He picked up the navy-blue jumper he had put on in the Viridian Forest guardhouse, it was easily the cleanest article of clothing in the room, except maybe the grey sock, that didn't look too bad.
Yaz then realised his predicament, his clothes needed cleaning and he had no clothes to wear on the way to getting them clean. He repacked his bag, returned Afro and Oddish into their pokeballs for a rest, wrapped himself in a towel, grabbed the dirty clothes and his backpack and left the room. Searching for a washing machine, he eventually found a small laundry room.
"Damn..." He muttered to himself as he looked at the state of the room. The tiled floor was covered in soapy foam and was extremely slippery, it took him a great deal of effort not to slip as he slowly made his way towards one of the machines. Without much thought, he threw his clothes into a top loading washing machine and picked up a box of detergent that was sitting next to it. He measured out a cup of detergent from the box, which had been nearly emptied by the user before him, and poured it in with his clothes (he had become quite skilled at washing his clothes ever since he started steaking out in the middle of the night, leaving his clothes to carry many interesting odours).
He stood in front of the machine, wearing no more than a towel and shoes, for around 10 minutes while the clothes went through the various stages of washing. Eventually, the machine stopped spinning and he withrew his clothing from the machine.
As he moved over to the dryer, he felt something hard in one the pockets of his jeans. He put his hand inside and out came a sleek red object. His Pokedex, given to him personally by Professor Oak, had just been through the wash.
"Crap." He blankly said, as he wiped it on the towel which was hanging around his waist and threw his clothes into the dryer. He opened it to see if it still worked.
"Ursaring, the Penguin Pokemon." It announced, unprompted. On the screen was a picture of a Lotad. Yaz stared at it, unsure what to do while the dryer began to whirl. "Type: Bird, Normal. Attacks: Water gun, Water gun, sky attack." It then continued. Finally, it added "Electivire is the pre-evolution of Kangaskhan" before displaying a picture of a Great Ball.
"Crap." He repeated. "Crap." He had ruined his Pokedex. So many people would kill for a Pokedex and he had put it in the damn wash. "Crap." He then concluded.
The dryer soon stopped, and he withdrew his clothing in much the same manner as he did from the washer. He threw the towel onto the wet floor and pulled on the jeans, followed by his white T-shirt which was at least 4 sizes too big. He decided to go back to the lobby of the centre and see if the others were still there so made his way there. As he arrived, he spotted the small group of familiar faces and began to make his way towards them. As he got close, the boy who's name Yaz had neglected to ask approached Fenra and threw a punch. His attack appeared to hit its target head on, and there was a connection between a fist and a jaw.
"YEAH! Hit that mofo!" Yaz heard himself yell. He was unsure why he said it, he wasn't a violent person, but even he would admit that he enjoyed watching a fight as much as the next guy.
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