Trash Hoard [O][M]

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Scotti

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January 23

Wyndon

Bisexual

Cake Decorator

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Begging For a Chance

Too Awkward For Love

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I might not feel pain, but I can still bleed.

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Biscotti Kingsley

Trash Hoard [O][M]

POSTED ON Apr 6, 2023 1:50:16 GMT

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[attr="class","bisc"]A new business needed a reputation boost. People didn’t know their croissants from a Hostess donut. Biscotti preferred fresh air to another day cramped in the kitchen. These things made a pretty good equation. Though it took a bit of schmoozing, he’d convinced sis that a beachside outing was just what a family bakery needed. Not that he was going to waste it tanning—skin cancer was a big nope in his book. Nah, Scotti would actually volunteer.

After a few knocks, he was set up with a bag and a—uh—whatever those track sticks were called. He was sporting a new pair of Sharpedo-themed trunks with a company-branded t-shirt on top. It was purple. But it didn’t bug him. Red and blue were manly colors, man!

The towering Incineroar beside him, clad in a flowery sun hat, was similarly equipped. With a few dozen wrappers in his hoard, Biscotti turned toward his companion. “Hey, Jangle.” The Incineroar knew that tone. When she turned, her face was full of suspicion. “Want to make this fun?” A shrug lifted the dark type’s shoulder as her brow lifted. Biscotti, knowing her competitive streak was almost as bad as his, continued. “First to triple digits picks dinner?” A rumble of assent emerged. The game was on!

With a mocking bow to each other, the beach cleaners shot off in opposite directions. His ever present shadow, the Runerigus grammy, followed closely behind.

Honey eyes scanned the beach like a hungry Talonflame, hankering for any items for the trash heap. A discarded can here. Some shattered plastic there. The remnants of a takeout container. As the numbers climbed, he became more focused on the task at hand. She better not be cheating! Knowing her, she’ll just tear things to tatters.

89….90…91….92…

Ugh! There wasn’t much on this side! Which, on second thought, was a good thing. Scotti didn’t want any dead Caracosta on his watch, after all! Then, he hit the jackpot! Someone was lying on the beach up there and totally had tossed something in the sand. An empty soda can? Sweet!

Walking up, he moved to jab the pointed stick through the aluminum. The fact that someone was right there didn't really register. He gave the stick a celebratory wiggle. “93.”

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Luke

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August 18

Nimbasa City

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Pokeleague Soccer Player

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Lucas Holden

Trash Hoard [O][M]

POSTED ON May 4, 2023 15:39:12 GMT

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"Wh- hey!"
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It turns out the mound beside the can was sentient after all. And not in the haunted sandcastle kind of way.
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Luke minded his business, digging out a particularly-deeply-buried soda can before the abrupt stick assault. The grains of sand started to fall over his Nimbasa-vintage football uniform, perhaps aiding in his unintentional camouflage.
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Perhaps the poke wasn't the strongest of thrusts, but it still hurt.
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On his side, there's a mostly-filled bag of garbage. Zico the Cinderace is busy on the bag's left, kicking various used plastics and metals into the container with remarkable accuracy. At his trainer's trial by a sudden assailant, he'd turn to the side, displaying a smug expression, before continuing his endeavor. Some partner he is.
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Kipping up from his sprawling position, Luke has a flabbergasted expression on his face. The empty soda can is only worth a few pokecents at most. Is that enough to assault someone over?
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Well, perhaps. Luke doesn't know about the dinner malarky, but that was not enough of a justification either.
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"Oh, come on. Really?" Luke picks up his garbage bag, seemingly coincidentally catching an empty plastic container from Zico's kick, before walking to another sandy beach expanse. He did everything but draw a veritable line in the sand.
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"You better stay in your lane after this."
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All for a few pokecents more, eh?

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Scotti

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Wyndon

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Begging For a Chance

Too Awkward For Love

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Biscotti Kingsley

Trash Hoard [O][M]

POSTED ON May 23, 2023 12:38:06 GMT

RIBBIT | ♂︎ | WATER ABSORB | BELLY DRUM, EARTH POWER, MUD SHOT, HYDRO PUMP, DOUBLE EDGE, RAIN DANCE

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[attr="class","bisc"]When the sand shouted at him, Biscotti almost had a heart attack. His accent took center stage, his words flowing together in a Galarian mess. “Wot the heck!?” He dropped the pick. It bounced off the aluminum can before resting in the soil. For a second, he thought the aluminum was talking to him. Then, he saw the ground move. That was a person up there!

In his rush, he hadn’t bothered to look past the can.

His tunnel vision cleared. His eyes finally noticed the Cinderace next to the hole, it’s bag way fuller than Scotti’s. Honey eyes caught the rabbit’s smug expression. So much for those things being friendly. That’d totally been a setup. A flush rose into the baker’s face as he staggered away from the hole. “I’m sorry bout that! I thought you were sand or something.” He took a deep breath, realizing how stupid that sounded. “Or, at least, your pants.” They really did blend in, right? Or did he only think that now because he jacked something up?

When Lucas staggered away, Biscotti moved to follow after. Then, he gasped, backtracking to get his stick. Not noticing as he pricked himself, the brunette jerked the can’s corpse off its tip. “Hey! Wait!” He raced after the pair, almost tripping in the sand. “I didn’t do it on purpose.” Biscotti tossed the can toward the bag. It came up short. Way short. There was a reason he played golf.

“You can have it back!” With a sheepish smile, he nudged it closer with his foot. “I just got overexcited is all.” That and he was an idiot.

Across the nearest hill, he saw a red-and-black striped head jerk up. Little Miss Busy Body was totally spying on them.

Lucas Holden

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