carnivine, poliwag, feraligatr, and haunter~

[attr="class","giada b]PURCHASING |

4 gacha tickets
50 poke each

TOTAL | 200 pd

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[attr="class","giada i"]she doesn't miss the way his eyes get lost and while part of her wants to see just how much she can get him to trace, there's clearly something that brings him here. something that isn't soaking up the sunshine. a shame, really. her and marcel on the beach with their shirts off? killer.

"fine," the tone suggests a pout but her grin stays firm, mirroring his own. her hand stretches up toward him to take the offered iced coffee. "but if i burn, i'm blaming you." and not her poor planning skills, clearly. the grin widens a little as she pops open the top of the can and takes a sip. mmm iced coffee, a true blessing.

is that thing he's doing with his hand habit or something else? she doesn't bother to hide the way she watches his hand move, the way fingertips find collarbone instead of familiar fabric. now that she thinks about it, he's not in a suit. another blessing! definitely more clothes than what she'd prefer to see him in but she's not complaining. as always, he cleans up well.

her nose scrunches at the thought of another job. "really?" cue an eye roll and a definite pout this time around. "can't you just tan with me instead?" besides, what could be so important that he has to hunt her down on the beach? unless she's stealing the mona lisa, it can wait until her tan is even. she shifts to lay on her stomach, somehow managing to gracefully flop over like a cat sprawling out on the floor. her feet rise to kick slightly in the air as she stares up at him. "how about you tell me all about this job after that shirt is off?" a wink is added for effect, although maybe puppy dog eyes might work better on him. she just might try that next.

marcel maeda

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[attr="class","giada i"]he leads the way and she follows, her own little pile tucked to her chest. the skitties scramble to stick to their heels, one glued to her ankles and the other glued to his. she isn't surprised in the slightest to see caramella picking abner. really, he's like a cat father.

while he works on their food, she merely watches with the skitties curled up in her lap. it'd be nice of her to help but she's not a cook. if someone told her she couldn't have takeout every night, she'd simply look at them like they had three heads. and maybe she's a little more impressed with him than she had been because damn, if he isn't somehow even more attractive while cooking.

"where'd you learn how to barbeque?" she murmurs, head tilting to the side.

Abner Armstrong

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[attr="class","giada i"]so far, so good. granted every time the man's hand strayed from her hip to her ass, she had to bite back the urge to growl. other than that, it has been surprisingly easy to charm her way into his evening.

except, she should know by now that the easy schemes always seem to go terribly wrong. they had been no way for them to know that this very ship was drifting into the trap of pirates but if they had known, perhaps they could've just picked another night. instead, their scheme is about to derailed and fast.

every time the man turns away to order them another round of drinks, she's getting closer to lifting more cards out of his wallet. it starts with one that's in too pristine of a condition to be used frequently. and then another and another until she's certain she'll have the imprint of his card numbers on her chest for a week. and as she knocks back each drink, her eyes shift to find abner, to make sure he's still there.

he is and she's lulled into a sense of safety. at least, until the ship lurches and she's sent forward into the man's body. his grip on her tightens and alarms go off but which ones are just her paranoia and not danger? some, none? "what's that?" she tilts her head up at the man, fighting to keep still and not yank her body away. he merely shrugs and those damn hands wander again and that's about the time she's had enough.

before she can slip away, however, smoke begins to filter onto the floor like an eerie coating of fog.

Abner Armstrong

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[attr="class","giada i"]time feels like it floats on by the longer they're in the pool. whenever the vaporeon leaves, she doesn't notice. her head has long since tilted back against the squishy edge and her eyes have fluttered shut. if anything, she's slipping into a small cat nap.

her skitty has the same idea. folding herself into a ball atop abner's head, sleep overtakes the small cat easily and light rumbling snores escape.

eventually, however, the heat eases up and giada's lazily opening one eye to peek up at the sky. maybe the sun will set soon? who knows. what she does know is that her body is staring to prune and she's ready for an actual nap. a foot drifts to nudge at abner's, her head turning to glance at him. "come on, we're gonna get wrinkly."

she rises a moment later to slink out of the water and find a towel. more relaxation can follow inside, where she won't have so many wrinkles to her skin.

Abner Armstrong

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[attr="class","giada i"]with the spice bottle now securely in hand, she's happily plopping her ass onto the counter. the grin she flashes him is celebratory, as if she just managed to win some sort of game.

"got it," she chirps, dangling the bottle out for him. of course, his hands are a little too full so she'll be the one to carry it out but it's all for show anyway.

the skitties mewl excitedly at his ankles, almost sounding like a flock of wingulls in the way they chirp one after another. eager to receive more pets or tickles, they're greedy cats and not afraid to scream until they get their way. funny, much like their trainer again.

giada slowly slides her way off the counter. "you want help?" while his had been rhetorical, hers is an offer. as if to further make her point, she's brushing against him to snag some of the bottles off the top of his pile.

Abner Armstrong

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[attr="class","giada i"]confirmation is a comfort, enough to bring a soft sigh of relief. she's used to situations like these, sure, but there's always that gnawing sense of anxiety that comes with them. one wrong move and the possible outcome could be her knocking on death's door. a chilling thought, to say the least.

her head turns to meet his eyes when his tone shifts. his posture changes into something she hasn't quite seen from him before and she's not quite sure where to place it. "it's okay," she murmurs and it's not quite confident enough to be her usual level of work. her hands brush against the fabric of her dress as if needing something to occupy themselves. "just stay close." the extra concept of protection is appreciated but if he needs it himself then what will happen? briefly she thinks of the pokemon she's brought with her. in particular, her zoroark could provide the cover of an illusion to mask an escape.

and hopefully it won't come to that.

she flashes him a surprisingly soft smile before stepping away. beneath the shift from one dim light to another, her facial expression changes and by the time the next light glows overhead, she's back to wearing that confidence like her cat mask. better get to work, kitty cat.

the urge to spare a glance back at him fades with the click of her heels until she's sliding up to their target with a fake giggle and an overly exaggerated show of inebriation. "hey, handsome!" the man turns to stare and if a jaw could actually fall to the floor, the man would scramble to pick it up. "need a drinking partner?" he's quick to nod, to usher her into his side with a lecherous smile. and now, it's showtime.

Abner Armstrong

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[attr="class","giada i"]she's tightening her grip with a grin. overhead, a drifblim floats by and while giada is clearly too absorbed in him, her skitty isn't. the pink kitty mewls happily and darts around as if she's too impatient to wait for the balloon pokemon to land. it does manage to get close enough for her to swat a paw at. and perhaps the drifblim wants to play for it lowers itself until its able to wiggle ribbon-like limbs over the skitty. caramella is happy to swat at them, a new friend being made in the process. hopefully it'll decide to stick around for more playtime while her trainer plays herself.

"that's the point," she retorts. if she weren't dangerous, she'd be just another house cat. instead, the kitty's got claws and she'll gladly use them. which, turns out she has to.

while he's talking in that tone that makes her melt into his hands, he's walking them to the edge. it escapes her that they're moving until the world is moving too quickly and she's gasping. water rushes to meet them and she's shrieking, nails digging into his skin as she scrambles to cling, to escape the inevitable fate of going under.

"the hell?" she splutters when they resurface, blonde hair sticking to her cheeks. looking much like a drowned cat, he was at least successful in cooling off whatever progress she was trying to make. her legs tighten around him as if she'll drown if he releases her. "that was rude." a pout forms immediately and she's struggling to guide wet hair away from her face.

Abner Armstrong
capturing drifblim!

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[attr="class","giada i"]perfect! sitting pretty is right up her alley. besides, today feels like a lazy day. heels click against stone for a moment as she sways her legs. the skitty in her lap shifts slightly with the movement. "sounds simple," she grins. the longer she gets to perch atop her headstone throne, the better.

although, the mention of looters piques her interest just a tad. there's thieves out there that are happy to rob graves? don't they know there's, i don't know, jewels and sparkly things? what could they possibly do with bones? actually... best to not think about that.

"which do you think we'll encounter?" giada tilts her head to get a better look at him. wild pokemon or looters? which would she even prefer? maybe something with claws could be fun. actually, she's been itching for a good fight lately. get the blood pumping and all that jazz. "unless you think we'll just be watching some dirt all day." talk about a snooze fest.

the scientists seem hard at work, though. even with her incessant chatter overhead, they're digging away. go, boys, go!

her eyes lazily follow his movements, half curious and half bored. and maybe it isn't that long but it feels like an hour has gone by before she pipes up again with a hand twirling the end of a pigtail. "see anything yet?" you know, besides the dirt and graves but she figures he doesn't need the obvious pointed out.

Igor

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[attr="class","giada i"]okay, she can see the point. it's too hot to hunt for something, let alone comfortably exist.

"definitely still hot," she murmurs. even the water in the pool feels only a little bit cooler than the temperature outside. ugh. really, how does anyone do anything in summer? it's sticky out and god, sweat.

giada watches the exchange between abner and his vaporeon with an amused smirk. and while she's appreciative of the ice beam and the colder temperature, she's definitely enjoying the duo interacting more. cute... who knew he was snuggly with his pokemon?

her skitty curls into a wet heap of fur on his head, tail flopping to swish against his shoulder. she's content and lazy, now ready to sunbathe and dry her fur. "my hero," she giggles toward the vaporeon. and with that, she happily sprawls out with a sigh.

someone remind her to get a pool of her own. how she lived without one before is beyond her.

Abner Armstrong

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[attr="class","giada i"]the sound of paws against a floor follows her to the kitchen. both skitties don't hesitate to rub against her legs while she scours for ingredients, cute little babies that they are.

okay, she has a small idea of what they need but where to start looking? no clue.

when he returns, she's struggling to reach a bottle of spices on the top shelf. a few packages of meat lay on the counter surrounded by different bottles. whether or not they're actually needed for barbeque, she has no idea but they sounded nice?

"i grabbed what i could find so hopefully one of these sauces will do," she half asses her way through an explanation, even if it comes out strained. there's a brief moment of consideration before she's hauling herself up on the counter to get better leverage. damn spice bottle...

Abner Armstrong

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[attr="class","giada i"]if she were modest, she'd probably blush a little. instead, she's anything but and the compliment earns a satisfied purr. cleaning up well is something they both might be good at, although she's certain he's the better looking of the two. something about that messy hair could probably do in even the nicest of girls. add a suit? she's surprised her knees are still working.

the target in question has been at the edge of her sight all evening. wherever he goes, she drags abner with her. looking for the best opportunity to get to work, perhaps. or simply just observing until she's certain he's drunk enough for her to disarm. either way, the moment is close at hand and she's knocking back her drink just as abner tosses his glass. she expects to hear a shatter but nothing comes.

her glass is discarded a little easier, simply slid back in the direction of the bartender without a spared glance to know if he snagged it or not.

"ready," she confirms with a grin. pushing away from the bar brings her teetering on heels, dress snagging slightly. she doesn't bother to listen for a tear. instead, she's already directing her eyes to the man of the hour. if her count is correct, he's on his ninth drink of the night. whiskey, a man after her own heart. and while she's confident in her abilities to get in, snag a heart, and get out, there's still mild hesitation in the way she lingers by abner's side. "you gonna be nearby?"

if anything goes wrong, she'll at least have him to save her ass.

Abner Armstrong